Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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"You're a psycho."

"You've said that already."

"Well, I'm just restarting that fact so it will sink in. Did you really have to throw me over your shoulder?"

Her eyes show no hint of remorse. If anything, I think she enjoyed carrying me like I'm a sack of beans. "We need to talk."

No, we don't.

The four walls of the bedroom seems so small now and I feel like an ant under her gaze. My back is planted on the locked door and a million questions are running through my mind. We're meant to be 'making out', hell, I'm pretty sure Nancy is convinced that we're doing just that.

"How are you doing?" She asks.

"Why are you asking?"

"Believe it or not, I'm not the bad guy, Princess."

"Says the person who kidnapped me," I mumble. I know that all is forgiven and it's all water under the bridge, but certainly not fogotten.

So far, in my whole 17 years of existence, I've been in two hostage situations, and it's not exactly something you can say poof to and it's gone.

Her eyes darken with a hint of... regret? I think it's regret. If it is, then now I feel bad. She already apologized and I said it was okay.

"I said I was sorry. You don't need to remind me about that night because Jisoo still gives me shit about it." She snaps.

And here she goes being a dick again and it's driving me nuts.

"Why are you angry? The only one who gets to be irritated is me! You've had it out for me since 8th grade. All I do is defend myself."

"You're one to talk. In case you haven't been told, you can be really insulting."

I roll my eyes. Honestly, with the amount of times I roll my eyes, I'm surprised they haven't fallen out of their sockets. "Really? Please refresh my memory on the times I insulted you."

"You called me a dick."

"i didn't lie. You are."

"And an asshole."

"I see no lies told."

"You paper taped my locker."

"You have no proof."

Back in 10th grade, when Lisa stuffed smelly socks in my locker along with a note that said 'Puck You', I ceremoniously returned the favor by sealing her locker with duck tape with the help of Rosé.

I really can't remember how we were able to pull it off, but I remember going to the store and buying a bunch of duck tape. I almost cleared out the aisle because I wanted revenge.

Principal Yang's split ends nearly fell from its roots and Rosé and I were both issued detention slips. Obviously we denied any involvement in the 'mishap' but he wasn't having it.

I'm starting to think Lisa and I have stressed Yang out more than his actual kids or grandkids.

Anyway, we did it and I masterminded it but Lisa has no proof, and I haven't admitted to anything, therefore her claim is unsubstantiated and is therefore useless in a court of law.

I'd make a bomb ass lawyer, just saying.

"You sprayed me with whip cream."

"The one time I get to retaliate?" Okay, it's not the one time, but who's keeping score? We bicker like this all the time. "Get over it. You and Nancy decided to lock lips near my locker."