Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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The performance goes on without a hitch. Mr. Song's face is brighter than the Christmas tree out back when the crowd gives us a ravenous round of applause. Turns out, I wasn't as nervous as I thought I was.

Three minutes before the performance, I wanted to pass out and almost had a panic attack but Hyejun reassured me that everything would go smoothly.

Admittingly though, once we start singing Skyscraper, it becomes easier because we are in a group and our chemistry is unmatched. As we switch from song to song, accompanied by Mr. Song playing the piano, I just let loose and focus on doing a good job.

After the performance, a few parents come up to Hyejun and I since they recognized us on stage and said they quite enjoyed the blending of eras, especially the songs that reminded them of their childhood.

Have yo give it to Mr. Song, he knows his onions.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Hyejun whispers to me as a couple of people are heading towards the gym's exit. "Because you look tired."

"I am tired." Main reason being this is not a 'sitting down' event. I've been on my feet for 2 hours. "These heels are fucking killing me."

"Language," he warns lightly and points to my feet. "You could always take them off."

"And risk getting frostbite?"

"I'll carry you."

"You're hilarious," I deadpan. "I'm not taking them off. I don't want to go yet."

My eyes scan the room and I spot Lisa and her family talking to Principal Yang. At least, I think that's her family. There's a chestnut haired woman next to her, dressed in a black wrap dress. She has her hands wrapped around her arm and is laughing softly. Next to her is a tall man who is animatedly talking to Yang.

The other woman, I don't even understand how they're related, does not even look the least bit interested in the conversation. It's so obvious from her face that she'd rather be doing something else than being a party to the discussion.

The last time I saw her was 2 months ago and she rubbed me the wrong way. She may look ethereal right now in her fitted white chiffon dress, and her pearly whites may be on full display even though it's fake, but there's something about her that seems... off.

Lisa, much like the woman, looks like she has tuned out and only nods her head absent mindedly when the man who I assume is her father gestures to her.

"Hello, Hyejun." I tear my eyes away from the family and see Hyeri, the girl who had not so subtlely told me to remind her when Hyejun is 'available'.

"Hey, Hyeri," I say, surprised. Not really. "Hope you're enjoying the event?"

"It's great," she responds and turns her attention to Hyejun. "Did you get my message?" She asks whilst batting her eyelashes. Her voice drops a few octaves lower as she tries to sound seductive. "I bet you did."

"What message?" Hyejun questions looking uncomfortable as hell. This is a straight up ambush.

Hyejun has raked up quite the reputation at Winterwood. The girls at school call him the 'finest specimen to ever grace the halls of Winterwood'. I thought that title was for Lisa, but I think her record has already been broken.

I can't even count the amount of girls (and guys) that have slipped their numbers in my pocket so that I'd hand it over to him all in the hopes that he'd give them a second glance.

Some have even tried to get into my good graces. Ever since he arrived, the girls who have never for once had a conversation with me, hell even the ones that made fun of me when I first arrived at Winterwood, started inviting me to shit like sleepovers, birthday parties, yatch parties soirees and country clubs.