Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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"If Lisa is involved in some sort of criminal activity, well I won't be surprised. You know Yeri?" I nod slowly. "The one from AP Biology?"

"Yeah, her. Last week, her dad was arrested, something about him defrauding and scamming his clients of millions of dollars. Apparently, it's been going on for a while but he got involved with the wrong people and fucked with some pretty nasty individuals who were hell bent on making sure his ass sits in jail. 20 years max."

Yikes. "No wonder Yeri hasn't shown up at school. I thought she was sick."

"Emotionally sick? Probably. I heard through the grapevine that she and her mom moved somewhere to start a new life."

Our town is a small town, and a small town never forgets. It's probably for the bast that they moved because they'd probably be ostracized. Not to mention, people like Nancy would drag Yeri through the mud and punish her for her dad's crimes.

It's be like a permanent scar she wears on her forehead.

I nod vigorously and she gives me a funny look. "If you know something, you'd tell me, right?"

"Right," I drag. Rosé looks at me one more time before she's satisfied. Another lie, Jen. Congratulations, you've secured a special seat in hell.

"Well, I'm heading home. Mom wants me to attend this function for her clothing line and I don't want to go," she groans. "The only interesting thing about those boring function is the champagne I get to sneak drink."

She gives me a bear hug and fixed my shirt collar and tie with her manicured fingers. "See ya! Don't get into any trouble while I'm gone."

"Do I ever get into trouble?" I joke. She opens her mouth to speak but I cut her off with a smile. "That was a rhetorical question."

"I know."

I'm exhausted, mentally and physically. Mr. Song had us working on our vocal chords and hitting high notes, notes that my chords have never hit in all my seventeen years of existence, so not only am I exhausted, I sound like a dying cat.

I pushed myself too far and now it feels like I can't even speak right. My throat feels itchy and my lungs feel like they need a lot more air than the earth is giving out.

Thank you, Mr. Song.

I get my bag from my locker and exit the double doors of Winterwood, happy to be out of school and into the open air. Luckily, I don't have to work tonight which means I can get a couple hours of shuteye before I get started on some homework. The student parking lot is almost empty as I get to my Prius.

"Really need to get these tires pumped." I make a mental note to visit the mechanic. Discarding my blazer and tie and putting them in the back seat, I give my bag the same treatment and get into the driver's seat. Sliding on my seat belt, I get out my phone to reply a few messages.

"Nothing important on the timeline, I guess." With that thought, I bring out a pair of Chanel sunglasses from the glove compartment and put my key into the ignition.

Before I back out of the lot, I hear a tap on my window. I turn and come face to face with Jisoo who's hunched down with a pair of shades on her face. Hitting a button, the window rolls down. "Got a minute?" She asks.

Not really if I'm being honest.

"Shoot."

"So, how've you been?" I haven't seen Jisoo since our tutor session. Okay, that's a lie, O have sen him, we just haven't had the time to talk.

"I'm doing alright. You?"

She nods. "Great. I wanted to ask you something. Did Lisa ever apologize for the switchblade incident?"