Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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School's out for the holidays which means I've officially completed my first term of 12 grade at Winterwood. I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The past 4 months have been uneventful and stressful to say the least.

A lot of changes have happened in my life, some good, some bad, others confusing but I'm taking things one day at a time. There's still someone out for my blood, I still haven't forgotten about that.

The threat is still lingering but after that day, there hasn't been any more dead rats at my front door and no threatening notes.

I look out of my bedroom window and watch as the snow falls from the heavens, hitting my window sill. As the weather man on CNN predicted, the snow came barreling in today, much to the delight of our neighborhood because the kids, including Ella, are outside playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at each other.

"The joys of being a kid," I muse lightly and get out a novel from under my bed. I don't know why I stuff my novels under there like a secret stash, but I do.

"The Perks of Being a Wallflower it is then," I say. Rosé handed the book to me months ago but I haven't had the time to read. She said it was good, but the movie didn't do enough justice to the book. I told her I'd be the judge of that as soon as I finish the book and then watch the movie.

After I was done with Me Before You, I replaced my novels with school textbooks because I have a goal in mind-become valedictorian.

That's my goal.

Before I have the chance to open the book, I hear my phone buzz next to me. Picking it up, I tap the message.

"Who the fuck is L.M?" I wonder.

L.M: Hey, Princess.

Lisa?

Jen: Lisa Manoban?

L.M: No, it's the Boogie Man.

Jen: You're hilarious (NOT)

L.M: You sure? Because I've been told I'm quite funny.

Jen: Who lied to you?

L.M: Ha ha ha

My lips tug into a smile and I almost do a happy dance on my bed. Lisa Manoban is actually texting me!

"Deep breaths," I whisper to myself. "Bad bitches don't get too excited over text messages."

My phone dings in my hand again and I peer into the screen.

L.M: Wyd?

Jen: Nothing much. Just about to read a book.

L.M: Lame!

Jen: You're lame! Reading would take you far in life.

L.M: Says?

Jen: Albert Einstein, Manoban.

L.M: Lmfao. Burn.

Jen: Wby?

She doesn't respond immediately so I use that as an opportunity to open the first chapter of the book. I read the synopsis on Wikipedia and it's a coming of age, young adult story so it's definitely my type.

"...I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand and didn't try to sleep with that person at that party even though you could have..."

My phone dings for the third time and I tap her message.

"A picture?"

I tap the picture and a laugh escapes my lips. It's a picture of a cat inside a paper bag.