Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Rosé and I spend the next hour and a half watching the basketball team practice–more like I was busy ogling Lisa and Rosé was busy doing the same with Jisoo. Apart from that, I learned the names of a few basketball moves from Rosé. I had no idea she had knowledge about the sport but she did.

I guess when your girlfriend is on the team, you tend to pick up on a few things.

Their coach blows his whistle and they stop their game. "Well, done everyone," he commends gruffly. "Y'all did good today and I'm impressed. Remember we have a game against Standrid in two weeks so I want you to bring your A game."

Coach has been the basketball coach for a long as I've been a student here. He's a former NBA player and played for the Lakers in the good old days. I don't know how Winterwood was able to bag a former NBA player but hey, when there's money available, anything is possible.

He looks like a man in his late 40's and boy is he tall. I thought Lisa was tall, but Coach puts everyone to shame really. He's a good 5 inches taller than her. I'm pretty sure if I stand next to him, I'd look like a mouse.

He's a good coach. It's my first time coming for practice but I can tell a good one when I see one. Apart from watching Lisa, I was also watching him and how he was controlling things on the court from the sidelines.

Sometimes he'd pause the game and tell them to improve on something, but it's never on a 'improve or you die tone', it's more of in a loving tone, like the way a caring father would caution a child.

Not to mention he's very meticulous and pays attention to every single detail. No wonder our team is the best in the district.

Coach pats Lisa's sweaty back. "Good work, Manoban, but work on your spin move."

"Yes, Coach."

He and Jisoo high-five and the team disperses, some heading towards the gym exit, others talking amongst themselves, while there's another group lying down on the court, resting their sore limbs and muscles.

Jisoo and Lisa jog towards us and I tell myself to calm down so I don't make it too obvious that I was fangirling over Live's body and her abilities on the court.

Breathe, Jen.

Don't embarrass yourself.

"Babe," Rosé squeals as she leaps into Jisoo's arms, sweat and all. She doesn't seem to mind though because she moves straight to her lips for a chaste kiss. "You were amazing out here."

"Thanks."

I divert my eyes away from the happy couple and sigh. That could be us but I'm undecided. I turn and I'm greeted with the sight of Lisa sitting next to me.

Double breathe, Jen.

Her smile deepens as our eyes lock.

"Hey."

I smile back, trying to contain myself and disguise the fact that I spent an hour and a half ogling her. Knowing me and how transparent I am, I'm probably failing miserably.

"Hey," I whisper. "You were great out there. I don't know a thing about basketball but judging by the amount of times the ball fell into the hoop thanks to you, I can see why you're captain." I commend with a blush.

She grins. "Thanks. I'm happy you came." She's happy I came! "I haven't seen you here before."

"Yeah, well I figured there's a first time for everything," I explain. "Wanted to figure out what the hype was about you–"

She catches that little faux pas and smirks. "I mean I wanted to know what the hype was about basketball."

"So you came here for me?" She questions with a grin that's so big, I think her face might explode.