Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Turns out Suga is an excellent teacher. We spend about three hours in the library and he gives me a rundown of all the topics we've been doing in Algebra, helps me memorize formulas and even recites mnemonics to use in case I forgot a particular formula. I think I'm confident enough to ace Algebra come Monday.

More like B-ce it.

"Jen, mom said you should put the clothes in the dryer!" Ella yells from downstairs. Saturday equals cleaning day which means Ella and I slated to do laundry and make sure the house is spotless. We did make a promise to mom.

"No, she didn't. She told you to do it!" I yell back. "She literally just told you to do it and you want to pass it on to me." Kids.

"You're so annoying, Jen."

"Right back at you, Ella."

I move my position from the bed to my reading table and take out my glasses from its case. Fun fact: I started using glasses when I was ten because I'm shortsighed. Over the years, my sight has improved but I still use it from time to time when I'm using my laptop or when I'm reading.

And also when I can't find something that is super important. For example, I can't find my copy of Ode to a Nightingale and now I'm freaking the fuck out.

Ode to Nightingale, where are you?

I did eventually find it. It was gently hiding under my bed along with a pair of fluffy slippers I swore I left at Rosé's house. It's currently 12:00pm and I'm mentally exhausted. I've been studying for three hours straight, with no interruptions, thank God, and I'm beat.

I need a snack.

Trudging downstairs, I make my way to the kitchen and pass by Ella in the living room watching some show on Netflix. I'm starting to think she's obsessed with that streaming service.

"Where's mom?" I ask her as I bring out a bag of Doritos from the drawer and my signature Maltesers chocolate.

"In her room," she responds, not taking her eyes away from the laptop.

"Don't you have homework?"

"Who has homework on a weekend?"

Every normal student in this country.

"Tests?"

"Upper week."

"Chores?"

"Done it. Now will you shut it and let me watch in peace?" Ella snaps in irritation and I go back to what I was doing with a smirk. Annoying her brings me so much joy.

I grab a plastic plate from the rack and pour a quarter of the tortilla snack on it along with the chocolate. As I grab a bottle of water from the freezer, the doorbell rings.

"Ella, can you get that?" Mom yells from upstairs.

"On it."

She uncrosses her legs and heads to the door while I stick my neck out to try and see who it is. I'm not expecting anyone and I don't think Mom is expecting anyone either. She barely has friends (don't tell her I said that though) and even if she does, I wouldn't know because I haven't seen anyone introduce themselves as Mom's friend before in all my seventeen years of existing on this planet.

I really should tell her to go out more and experience life because she's not getting any younger. Her life shouldn't revolve around just taking care of Ella and I alone. She needs to just let loose and have fun.

"Jen. You might want to come to the door. Now!" Ella yells with urgency. I drop my plate and water and head to the door and my jaw slacks open.

Like literally slacks open, so much so that I almost choke on a stray bug.