Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

17

"Let's kill this love!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Rum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum, pum..."

I shut my alarm off and rub my eyes with my hands. Yesterday was exhausting to say the lease; I slept by 3am which means I'm going to function on only five hours of sleep. As I skim the time on my bedside alarm, I immediately consider whether today's 'obstacle course' is actually worth it.

The school, or should I say, Principal Yang, has planned a 'group activity' in the woods. He briefed us about this on the bus and according to him, it's a way for us to 'bond' and 'spend some quality time together'.

We are supposed to come dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans and pack a bag full of essential items since we're going to be engaging in strenuous physical activity.

This is just a load of bull if you ask me. I know it's not a vacation, but then again it shouldn't be a 'how to survive in case the world ends in two days crash course 101'.

The day just started and it already looks shitty.

I look to my left and notice that Lisa is not on her bed. The pillows and covers are still in place, almost like she didn't sleep here last night. Rosé escorted me to my room last night and I went straight to bed shortly after so I have no idea if she even made it to our room.

My phone dings and I open it to see three missed calls from my mom, fifteen messages from Kai, three text messages from Rosé, and various notifications from Facebook, Instagram and Twitter. I dial my mom's number and she picks up on the first ring. "Jennie Rubyjane Kim, I've been calling you for hours."

It's actually been minutes, but who is counting?

"I'm sorry, mom, I was busy... you know... sleeping. It's an activity which both humans and animals engage in on a regular basis mostly at night."

"Don't get sarcastic with me young lady," she laughs over the phone.

"Yes ma'am."

"Hope you settled in well and didn't cause any problems?" She chastises.

"Mom, I am not a trouble maker," I whine. Seriously, why does everyone think I start shit when shit always starts with me? "People just love to test my patience."

"Hmm," She mumbles, clearly not believing me, but oh well.

"I have to hang up now though because I need to get ready for this annoying survival training thing but I'd call you later. Love you mommy."

"Bye sweetie."

"Love you mommy," Lisa mimicks, coming from the bathroom we both share. She lets out a yawn and stretches out her sore muscles, still in her pajamas.

"Well, well, if it isn't the grim reaper. Whose soul did you steal this time?"

"Definitely not yours, Princess, because it's probably dark and empty," she says while removing her pajama top.

Ouch.

"I guess my soul got some pointers from yours, after all we are sharing a room so your bad energy is probably rubbing off on me." I sass. No way is she having the last laugh as long as I'm around.

Wait, I shouldn't even be entertaining this girl after our encounter at the club. She has still no apologized to me and has still refused to stop talking in codes. What could she possibly mean by 'I'm not the only one engaging in criminal activity?' She can't know about Kai and I, can she? I doubt that because most of our dates have been out of town and I haven't breathed a word to anyone about our current relationship status.

Speaking of Kai, I haven't called him or texted him since my arrival because I'm being caught up in Lisa's drama... again.

Worst girlfriend ever.