Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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"Ella!" I call loudly as I make my way downstairs. Leather jacket in arm and Uggs in hand, I rush downstairs and into the living room where I find her sitting down with headphones in her ear, bopping her head up and down to some loud music which I can hear from where I am standing which is in front of her with my arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

She slowly removes the headphones after noticing my presence. "May I help you?"

"I've been calling you for ages. Is mom home?"

"No. Bit she did call to say she'd be back in 2 hours."

"Cool." I settle on the couch next to her and stick my right foot in my Uggs. "I'm going shopping because school is starting tomorrow."

Can you believe it? I certainly can't because it seems like yesterday when my family and I were ringing in the New Year and now it's the 14th. Time really does fly.

"Do you want anything?"

"Nope."

I open my phone to see that Hyejun is outside and I rise up from my seat. "Are you sure you don't want anything?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." She eyes me up and down. "Who are you going shopping with?"

"A friend."

"Male or Female?"

"Since when did you turn into Mom?"

"Since she's not here, I have to make sure you fall in line."

I laugh out loud. "No offence, Ella, but I can't take you seriously. What is that all over your face?"

"It's powder," she groans in annoyance. "White powder to be exact. I've been getting acne and Kristina said that using white powder would help make my face acne-less. She said she used it and worked for her, so I believe it can work for me."

"It won't work for you if you stole the powder from mom's room." I point out.

Her jaw slacks. "How did you know I–"

"Sister's intuition."

She shrugs. "Oh well. If you don't tell mom I stole it, I won't tell mom that you brought a guy home."

Damn, I thought she forgot about that.

I stretch out my right hand and she shakes it firmly. "Deal."

"I'm off."

"Don't be out too late," she cautions. "And lock the door behind you. I have the spare key."

"Alright."

I do as she instructs and quickly put on my leather jacket and head into Hyejun's Sorento. "Hey."

"Hey," he answers in return, but it's not in the same cheerful tone he uses when he sees me. I turn to him and he has a scowl on his face. Not to mention, he has bags under his eyes and his hair looks disheveled. "Hyejun, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I am. Let's go."

He puts the keys into the ignition but I stop him with my hand. "You look tired and stressed."

"I'm a cop. We're always tired and stressed." He jokes slightly. "It's not always easy trying to maintain law and order."

"I'm serious. What's up?"

"Nothing."

"Oh come on," I say with an eye roll. "I think we're close enough for me to know when you're lying."

"I'm not lying," he denies. "Truly."

"Then we're not leaving here until you tell me what's up," I look him dead in the eye. "I'm serious."