Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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I'm in shock.

Absolute shock.

I was in shock yesterday when Lisa carried my stuff to class, but today's shock takes the proverbial cake. Even if you shake me or slap me at the back of the head, I don't think I can fully register what or who is in front of me.

God has serious explaining to do because this week is turning into a bundle of surprises.

"We have a new student," Mr. Kang says monotonously, gesturing towards the person standing next to him. Student?

"Everyone, this is Se Hyejun, a new senior at our school. He just moved in town and he's a transfer from Avalon Academy over at Gwangju."

Se Hyejun?

My shock turns to full on amusement and I barely contain my laughter at the mention of the name Se Hyejun. Is this supposed to be a sick joke because if it is, it's not funny. Rosé turns to give me a questioning look but I shrug absent-mindedly, my focus being on the new 'student'.

"Something funny, Miss Jennie?" Mr. Kang asks, his tone disapproving. All heads turn to me and I become slightly embarrassed at being called out. I shake my head and give a small wave.

"Nothing, sir. I'm sorry." He gives me a weird look while Se Hyejun gives me a smirk, the type I had never seen him dawn before.

"Do you know the guy?" Rosé whispers to me. I take one long look at him again, not paying attention to what Mr. Kang is saying.

"Yes and No."

"...Hyejun why don't you take a seat next to Miss Jennie at the back and then we'd begin." He saunters over to the spare desk at my right, whispers following his every step.

Considering the fact that we're 8 months away from graduation and given the exclusivity of the school, I didn't think that Winterwood allowed people to 'transfer', if I can even call him a transfer.

Hyejun looks like a student, and that's the part that is so baffling; white shirt with the Winterwood logo on it tucked in a grey slacks, white socks, black shoes, a satchel bag. Hell, he even had on the school's wine blazer!

He settles down on the chair, places his writing materials on the desk and tucks his bag under the table. I watch him with great intrigue and stretch my brow further than I've probably stretched before in my life. He places a hand to his lips and points forward to Mr. Kang who is talking about World War II.

"Pay attention," he whispers.

"Se Hyejun?" I question sarcastically. Much like other days, school is finally over but I had to stay back because I have a Music Club meeting.

Rosé offered to stay back with me so that I'll have a ride home, but I told her I'll order an Uber. She has done enough for me already and I don't want to push it or be a burden.

I've gotten used to walking in crutches already and learned to ignore the ignorant whispers and stares. I make my way to the room dedicated for our Music Club meetings, and lo and behold, I find Se Hyejun sitting on a chair and waiting for the others to arrive.

No one shoes up early for this meeting, not even Mr. Song, who is supposed to lead by example considering he's the head of this club. He always shows up 30 minutes late and uses some lame excuse as a cover up.

"What exactly is going on here? Why are you a student at my school when you and I both know that you haven't been a student in like 6 years!"

"7 years," he corrects.

"Does the timeline even matter, Officer Bogum?" I sass. He puts a finger to his lips again, his eyes telling me to shut up. "Why are you posing as a high school student?!"