Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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I can't get the name Jung Soojung out of my head. Even on this beautiful Monday morning, the name still echoes like a broken record; it keeps spinning circles round it and it's driving me almost to the brink of insanity because I don't know who that person is or what her intentions are.

Why would someone I've barely heard of impersonate my ex in a letter?

"Hey, Rosé," I whisper to her as we walk to her locker. Seeing as it is February, the preparations for the Sadie Hawkins dance are in full swing.

The hallway is decorated with flyers filled with announcements of the dance, along with a very big poster pasted on the general notice board with the words: HAPPY SADIE HAWKINS DAY written in block letters and in a baby pink cardboard.

"Yeah?"

"Do you by any chance know anyone named Jung Soojung?"

Rosé shakes her head. "No, although I've heard of a Soojung. She's in the school's book club, is in the 8th grade and her surname is not Jung."

"Oh."

"Yeah. She's this really cute kid."

Not Jung. She seems like an unlikely suspect.

"Why'd you ask?"

I nonchalantly shrug. "Nothing really. I heard the name from someone in school so I thought she was a student here."

She nods once. "Where's Hyejun? We're all supposed to head to lunch together."

"Mr. Kang held him back after class, something about him not doing an assignment." It's so ironic how he's not even a real student but he's being held back after class.

Mr. Kang has no idea that Hyejun is a cop and as such doesn't need to do homework, but he does it anyway.

Yes, you heard right, despite his hectic schedule, Hyejun still manages to do homework and I would know that because Rosé and I copy his Math homework more often than not.

He's really good at Math–almost everyone is better than me at Math.

"That's weird," she says, furrowing her brows. "He always does his homework."

"Right."

"Attention please." A voice says. We all turn out attention to the entrance of Winterwood where Nancy is standing with a microphone in her hand, the microphone is connected to two speakers behind her.

She's clad in her normal school uniform. The only difference is that this time, her skirt isn't micro mini, it's appropriate in length.

Joy and Sana are beside her, one on the left, the other on the right and they all have big smiles on their faces.

The room falls silent as we anticipate her next words. "Now that I have your attention," she pauses for dramatic effect. "Ladies, are you all excited for the Sadie Hawkins Dance?!" She yells in the microphone.

Loud echoes of 'hell, yeah' and 'of course' permeates through the hallway, some even start cheering loudly, Rosé being one of them.

Insert eyeroll.

"Judging by your responses, I can see that you are. You all know that it's February, so if you haven't asked that special someone to be your date, do so on time before another girl takes away your opportunity."

Rosé nudges me in the ribs but I ignore her. I know what she's implying.

"I have an important announcement to make," she looks to her minions–I mean friends (she has changed now) on opposite sides of her and they are giddy because of this supposed announcement.