Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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I feel euphoric.

Seriously, I really can't stop smiling. At the rate I'm going, I might as well turn into the sugar plum fairy who spreads gum drops and joy all over the world.

It has been a little over a week since Kai asked me to be his girlfriend and I've been on cloud nine ever since. So far, he has been nothing short of sweet and attentive.

We text each other every day and we always talk on the phone till I fall asleep. We've been on a total of two extra dates–one at a fancy Italian restaurant in town and the other at a drive-in theatre near the park. Usually, he'd text me the location and I'd meet him there so that we don't accidentally get caught together. So far, we've managed to keep things under wraps for now and I honestly don't want it any other way.

I still haven't gotten around to telling my mom or Rosé that I'm dating Kai mainly because I'm scared of how they'd react: Rosé may be angry that I didn't tell her about it sooner but she'll build a bridge and get over it, but my mom... I really believe she'll react negatively.

Let's be real, what parent would approve of their daughter dating someone that's six years her senior? If I were a parent, I'd probably ground my daughter for life and chase the guy away with a hacksaw.

Kai says I should tell them instead of feeling guilty and that he'd be by my side no matter the consequences and I appreciate that but it's still not that easy. He really hasn't met Mrs. Kim and hopefully... maybe he doesn't.

She will kill me, bury me and then sing Amazing Grace at my funeral.

I'm not exaggerating.

In other news, Winterwood Acadia High is having its annual field trip and I'm so excited.

Note the sarcasm.

Every year, the school charges $110 per student for a field trip to this exotic location at the Canabary Islands. I don't know if the school has an idea of what a field trip is but I'm pretty sure it doesn't involve a luxury five star hotel equipped with a bar, swimming pool, tennis court and an indoor spa, but hey, I'm not complaining. Anything is better than being bitten by bugs, mosquitoes and rodents.

Just saying.

So here I am on this lovely Wednesday night packing for the field trip. We leave for the islands tomorrow and are scheduled to be back in school on Sunday, then they give us a week off to 'rest' and then classes resume the upper week.

"Mom, have you seen my blue satin pajamas?" I ask frantically. My room is a bloody mess: clothing items are scattered haphazardly and it generally looks like a tsunami hit it.

"It's in the dryer along with the rest of your pajamas, Jennie," she yells from downstairs.

Thank God.

My phone dings, indicating a message. I pick it up and smile because it's from my boyfriend. It's still weird saying the word boyfriend because I've never dated anyone before. Compared to most of the female population at Winterwood, I'm definitely a dating virgin. It's not like the people in school look my way: no one wants to date the 'scholarship girl from the projects.'

Kai: Hey babe

Jen: Hi

Kai: How's the most beautiful girl on the entire planet doing?

Jen: Well she is getting ready for this field trip that she told you about.

Kai: Yikes. I know how much you hate packing.

Jen: Omg, yes! I'm so fuckin' exhausted right now, my fault though for being lazy and packing last minute.

Kai: Want me to come over and help? I could drive there, it's no problem.