Seven Brothers (JENSOO)

Chapter - 11

I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. I tossed and turned with images of Jisoo flashing through my mind. Her whole hearted heart shaped smile, her playing with her sisters, the way her lips twitch when she's trying to hold back laughter. I felt excited at the prospect of seeing her again, but also I felt a sense of foreboding.

This attraction could only ruin our relationship, Soojoo was right when she said that she could never like me, I'm just not her type. I'm not some leggy blonde with flawless looks, I'm not polite and gentle, I'm rough around the edges. Beyond that, my brothers could absolutely destroy her if we ever did date.

When I saw her in the cafeteria, waiting with the rest of our group, I felt inadequate in my skinnys and boots combo. Then I got angry at myself for liking her, I knew it would only make things more complicated. I had no idea how to act around her, she made me nervous, like anything I do could scare her off at any second and break my heart.

"Jennie!" I heard a voice call to me and I was surprisingly relieved to see Tristan jogging towards me. "Will you sit with me today? I thought we could catch up" he offered, signalling to an empty table. I looked over to my normal table and saw Jisoo staring at us, her mysterious eyes boring into me. I nearly collapsed under the pressure of her stare and chickened out, deciding to avoid talking to her as much as possible.

"Sure, I guess" I said reluctantly as I followed him to sit down opposite him.
"So how are you?" he asked, trying desperately to make conversation. I wanted to have a normal conversation with him, but my head was too busy whirring with thoughts of Jisoo. From where I was sat I had a great vantage point of the table and it did not escape my attention that they were glancing in my direction with confused looks. Jisoo looked particularly stony today, she could give the statues in the park a run for their money. What was wrong with her? How could there be two very different sides to a person?

"Can I ask you something? Without sounding weird" I asked, leaning forward to whisper. "Sure?" he said with a confused expression painted across his face.
"Why did you like me?" I asked as his eyebrows shot up "Its just that I look at myself and you know, I can't really imagine anyone like me, what could anyone possibly see in me?" I rushed the words, feeling more awkward by the second, unable to stop myself from looking over at Jisoo.

Whilst part of me was relieved to not have to talk to her, the other part of me yearned for her because when I was around her everything was better, conversation was more engaging, food tasted better and the world was just a little bit brighter.

"Well Jennie, I like you because you're a lot more beautiful than you give yourself credit for. Seriously, you're the most gorgeous girl in this school" he gave me a flirty smile, he wasn't being subtle about his intentions.
"I thought Soojoo was the unequivocal beauty queen at this school" I smirked as I watched her walking through the cafeteria.

My jaw almost dropped when I saw her sit down next to Jisoo. My fists clenched as anger coursed through my veins, it was unbridled jealousy and I knew that now. That explained why I wanted to tear her head off like a Barbie doll, but I had to suppress my violent urges and act casual.

"Well Soojoo is hot..." he trailed off. My mouth went dry as I watched her drape her arm over her shoulder, but to my relief she was not returning her affection, she even pushed her arm away. "Charming" I murmured, looking down at my lunch.
"Oh wait- Jennie I didn't mean it like that" he grovelled, realising his mistake.

"Oh just save it Tristan, I'm not interested in rekindling that romance. You've proven that you're obviously not that interested otherwise you might be able to actually stick to one girl" I sighed as I stood up, planning to take my seat at my normal table, no longer worried, just blinded by pure jealousy. "Jennie! Wait" he called after me as I walked away. When I reached the table Soojoo stood up and glared at me.

"What is she doing here?" she hissed at Tristan. "I'm sorry Soojoo, she just stormed off" he apologised as we all stared at the pair flabbergasted. "God Jennie, why are you obsessed with her? Why can't you just get your own person? Oh wait, you can't" she said before her lips formed at evil smirk.

"What are you babbling about Soojoo?" Rosè asked in a harsh tone. "Little Kim can't even get a guy for herself. I literally had to pay Tristan to start dating you again just to get you away from Jisoo" she was proud of herself, even though she was making herself look like a complete fool.

"You are seriously so dumb" by this point half the cafeteria was watching us square up. "If I have so much trouble getting anyone why are you afraid of me and Jisoo being friends? Honestly, are you that insecure about yourself that you have to resort to paying your minions to help you harass a guy? Seriously, drop the Bonnie and Clyde act".

She looked at me, her jaw practically hitting the floor. I was so unbelievably mad at her that I didn't care that I was making a scene. I think I stunned her to silence. I took a step closer to her so that I could whisper.

"Stay away from me and my friends and we won't have a problem anymore" I hissed before turning to leave, I couldn't stand being around her any more and I could physically feel all the eyes that were focused on me, but I thought I'd made my point. For the first time in the history of the entire world, the blonde bimbo had nothing to say.

My immense satisfaction almost outweighed my anger, but she had really riled me up. I pictured her hands sliding over Jisoo's shoulders again and I had to fight the urge to slam my fist into the nearest locker.

It's not until I was most of the way down the corridor that I heard someone calling my name. "Jennie!" Jisoo called, sending my heart racing. Even the sound of her voice now was enough to send me into overdrive. I walked faster with the hopes of avoiding her, I was certain I would make a fool of myself if I talked to her. I'd say 'Hey Jisoo, that jumper fits you well' or 'Did you get new hair gel?' In a half-assed attempt to flirt with her.

"Rubyjane" she called, and suddenly I couldn't run anymore. My feet stopped as she said my name, the name that only sounded right on her tongue. "Why are you so upset?" He questioned, walking over to me and breaking the space between us.
"I'm not upset I'm angry" I huffed, collapsing down to sit on the stairs.

My skin erupted as she sat down close to me, her leg touching my knee. She was so much taller than me it was almost comical, we'd make a crappy pantomime horse. Why would I even think that? I sighed, just being in her vicinity was making me think stupid thoughts, it was like my brain had melted.

"Do you know what? I don't think I've ever been so proud of you" she chuckled, surprising me, I looked up at her and smiled, an almost child-like grin. "When you were up there tearing into her, I swear, I've never seen anything so impressive in my life. I wanted to applaud you". I giggled, her sideways smile making my stomach flip. "I wanted to get up there and help you, but I knew you could handle yourself".

"I grew up with seven brothers, I know how to win an argument" I winked at her. She looked down at me with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes and it nearly took my breath away. Having her appreciation meant the world to me and in that moment, with her eyes on mine, I felt worthy.

I felt excited, I felt like there was some kind of connection, like we were magnets being pulled together. Her face changed from that amused twinkle to a serious, determined one. Her stare was intense and I would have looked away blushing if I wasn't so entranced by her eyes. They were truly amazing, utterly unique like her. I felt myself beginning to heat up, excitement building up inside of me at the intimate moment.

My skin buzzed and my heart raced. I was practically shaking. I found myself hoping that she would kiss me, and I would surrender my lips to her. I unconsciously licked my lips. But all too soon reality kicked down the front door and the bell rang, signalling the beginning of class.