Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Hyejun and I, along with Rosé, go to all of our classes together. Of course, I don't know if Nancy ran her mouth and told everyone that he's my step brother, but from the looks of things, I think she has.

Hyeri from my English class was bold enough to meet me at gym when we were doing warm ups, asking it Hyejun is single or not. Of course, I told her no and then she slipped her number in my hands and told me to let her know when he's single!

I had to stifle the laughter threatening to erupt from my mouth because it amused me how she thought he'd ever date her. First of all, he's older, he's a police officer and something tells me that his moral compass is sharper than a two-edged sword.

Due to the fact that I'm currently unemployed and so are Jeongyeon, Dawn and Jimin, my week nights are spent at home, curled up on the couch watching TV or on my reading table studying.

"You have a message from one of your female admirers," I tell Hyejun, slipping the paper containing Hyeri's number into his hands.

He has the gift basket that Nancy gave him earlier in the day in one hand and his books in the other. "My advice is you don't put anything that is edible from that basket," I point to it. "In your mouth."

God knows if she poisoned it given the snake that she is.

"You don't like her at all, I could tell." I wonder what gave that away. "You could smell the hostility from a mile away."

I shrug nonchalantly. "It's life. You can't like everybody and vice versa."

"Touche."

I turn our focus back to the initial conversation and slip another paper in his hand, this one given to me by Sodam when Rosé and I were talking by the bleachers during a free period. Winterwood girls are so funny and desperate.

He groans out loud and I chuckle. "This is the 4th and 5th number I'm getting and it's barely been 24 hours. I wish I was this popular when I was in high school."

Students in uniform are filing out of Winterwood and into their various cars. Winter season is upon us and I won't be surprised if it starts snowing. The weather is so cold to the point that I stared carrying two jackets with me, along with my school sweater.

"You weren't popular in high school?" That's surprising to me because I though he has been handsome all his life.

"God, no." He cringes, getting out his car keys from his pocket. "I was the nerd who was deemed an outcast because of my looks."

That's the one thing I hate about high school: the segregation. You're either a jock, a cheerleader, a nerd, an outcast or the weird kid. If you're not a jock or a cheerleader, then you're automatically seen as uncool and not worth associating with.

That is why I always butt heads with Nancy. She thinks she's the shit because she's rich, tall, and pretty and many times, she has tried to bully me.

But, the one thing she fails to realize is that I would not be intimidated, not by her or by anyone. Not everyone has the same resolve as I do; I've seen a bunch of girls cry because Nancy said something insulting like calling them ugly or fat.

I pity the likes of Nancy. A year from now, we'd all be out in the real world and she'd come to realization that being a bitter bat won't take you very far in life. Hopefully it's not too late by the time she comes to the realization.

"Earth to Jennie," I hear Hyejun say as he flicks my forehead.

"Sorry, what did you say? And Ouch! You flick like a wrestler!"

He rubs the back of his neck. "My bad. I was just explaining in details about how I was the outcast."

Oh.