Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Let's have a rundown of the real life soap opera that is Jennie Kim's life. In the beginning of the school year, I was a normal teenager going to a rich kids' school. I had a boyfriend I loved to pieces, held down a job like a champ and was in an ongoing feud with a girl that irritated me to the core of my bones.

Things started taking a turn at the tail end of the year when I got involved in an accident, had the police tell me that my boyfriend is somehow involved in the mafia, the said boyfriend went MIA, I was assigned a bodyguard because someone wants my head on a silver platter and I started falling hard for the girl I wanted to throttle.

Now, it seems like I wasn't the only one that was falling with no safety net.

Without skipping a beat, she answers. "Because I'm a fucking bastard and I like you."

There are a lot of things I expect her to say in response to that question, but admitting that she likes me is definitely not on my list. If I knew that this was where the conversation was going, I would have let her fall off the tree.

Why? Because I'm not prepared for it. She said 'I like you' like it was the most obvious thing in the world and I know you don't usually plan things like this but I'm about to pass out.

I've wanted to hear those words for so long and now it's finally out there, the only thing I can do is look at her in... awe? Disbelief?

She said she likes me.

Lisa Manoban likes me.

And I like her too.

"I..." What do you want to say, Jennie? "Wow, I-"

"You don't have to say you like me too," she chuckles, although I don' t know if it's a humorous one. "I just wanted to get it off my chest before I let it consume me."

Oh... kay?

"I know I don't deserve you. I've treated you like shit. I've pushed your buttons so many times. I've made you call me all the names in the book. Fuck, I believe I've even made you cry." I laugh a little at the memory.

She has made me cry once and that was in the beginning of the school year when she talked about my dad and I jumped her. "I know I'm an asshole and I'm everything you stand against, but I still like you."

My hands fidget and I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent a blush. I didn't even realize she has moved away from her position on my bed till I feel a warm hand on my cheek. She turns my face to her and I see her, all of her, sitting on the floor. "You're perfect and I'm not."

"I'm not perfect," I whisper. "I screw up just like you and just like everyone else on this planet."

"If we're measuring screw ups, you're the Virgin Mary."

"That can't be true." For God's sake, I was with someone who was in the mafia. If that doesn't mean screw up, I don't know what that is. There's a difference between Lisa and Kai. When I was with Kai, before I found out his secret, he was my safe haven, my knight in shinning armor, my protector, the Prince Charming to my Cinderella.

With Lisa, the alarm bells in my head are going off. She's everything my mom warned me against. She is a player, she is a gang leader, a street racer, a 'caution don't enter' sign. She is everything I'm not.

Yet, here I am. I let her in my room, we kissed and we're still here.

I should be running for the hills. I should tell her to fuck off, call Hyejun and tell him to arrest her. I should scream and never look back.

But I won't.

Why? Because I'm into deep.

"Trust me, it's true." Her right thumb traces the curve of my nose until they reach my lips. Her thumb parts my bottom lip in one single movement and I watch her, paralyzed with wonder. "These lips are perfect. I've had a taste and they are everything I've ever dreamed of, even more."