Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

7

Lisa Manoban is hiding something and I'm going to find out what it is.

It's not that I care about her or anything, again, I don't, but when you're at an alleyway doing God knows what, then you show up at my front door by 3:30 am in the freaking morning having a gash longer that the Pacific Ocean, which by the way, I had to stitch like I'm some sort of pro, I'm going to want answers. Let's not forget, I had my ass handed to me on a silver platter by my mom this morning.

Ella is a tattletale and she honestly has a serious case of diarrhea of the mouth. She can't keep a secret to save a life, and she especially can't keep a secret from mom. As soon as she walked through the door, Ella shouted: "Mom, Jen brought a bleeding woman to the house and did an operation on her." Mom almost had a heart attach but I had to explain to her that a "friend" from school needed help urgently and there was no way we could drive to the hospital because she (Lisa) fainted.

She didn't buy the excuse.

I had a shoe thrown at my head and I have to pay for new furniture from my own savings and I'm grounded for a week.

Ella is so going to wish she had kept her mouth shut by the time I'm through with her. Lisa was long gone by the way. She slipped out of the apartment without saying a 'Goodbye' or 'Hey, thanks for not letting me die.'

The bell rings, signalling the beginning of the first period which means I have English Literature. It is definitely my favorite subject. I'm basically dyslexic when it comes to numbers but I love words and I love to read books because they open my mind to endless possibilities–books can make you feel like a princess or a frog or a pirate–anything you want to be. Also, books, especially the really good ones, make you feel emotions. Emotions so deep that it's almost impossible for you to stop reading until you get to the end.

Books are my drugs, and I'm proud to say, I am an addict.

I'm five minutes early to class which is a miracle because I barely got two hours of sleep. Between Lisa's drama and my mother grounding me for Lisa's drama, I'm in a very pissy mood.

"Hey, girl. How's it going?" I lift my head up from the table and see Rosé smiling at me with her pearly white teeth.

"Why are you so chirpy in the mornings?" I ask with a big scowl on my face.

"Who pissed on your cereal this Wednesday morning?" she asks and takes a seat next to me at the back of the class.

You have no idea.

"You would not believe how my night went."

"Try me."

"Lisa showed up at my door last night."

Her mouth gapes open, "You're kidding." I shake my head. "I kid you not. You know the funny part of it all? She was badly bruised so I had to stitch her up."

"You what?"

She blinks twice and looks at me like I've suddenly grown two heads. "I wish it was fiction, but I swear it's not."

"Was your mom home?"

"No," I groan. "Which is why, I..." I point to myself. "Had to stitch her up. I had no idea what I was doing, Rosé, but that girl knew more that I did. Lisa literally guided me throughout the suturing process, almost like she'd been a surgeon in her past life."

"This makes perfect sense now."

"What does?"

"Lisa is not in school today," she informs me while taking her books from her bag. "According to the gossipers in the hallway, Nancy told Joy that she got into a fight so she's in bad shape. Joy then told Sana, she told her boyfriend, and then he told his mates in the football team so the news spread like wildfire. Highschoolers are so messy."