Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Jang Kiyong

Red ball cap guy's name is Jang Kiyong. It was easy to identify him. I may not have seen his face very well, but I remember his gait. Hyejun was able to recognize him in a heartbeat and once the identification was done, he was whisked away by another officer.

The problem is, he refuses to so much as breathe a word.

Who or what he's protecting, I don't know. What I do know however is I want to squeeze answers out of him. Why did Kai and I get attacked at Lakedale? What did he mean by 'the one whom you seek is dead'? Why was my car's tires are slashed? Why did I get a dead rat as an early Christmas present?

And the most important question of all—who is behind all this?

Hyejun said he has 'lawyered up'. It's his constitutional right to do so and investigators have the right to respect that. That means he isn't saying anything till his lawyer is present.

In my opinion, that just means he's guiltier than a kid caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

If you have no skeletons in your closet, why don't you just cooperate with investigators and get it over with?

Hyejun said they'd keep trying to get him to speak, but for now, they can't do much since he has requested for the presence of a lawyer.

Another brick wall.

Speaking of brick walls, I'm still not speaking to Lisa. Another week has passed by and I haven't communicated. She hasn't bothered to reach out either, in fact, I haven't seen her around the school premises.

One word: misery.

I have been miserable and it's showing in almost everything I do. I've been moody, I look like a crying mess and my brain refuses to concentrate. I hate how we left things off, part of it is my fault because I may have blown things out of proportion. But in my defense, I was irritated because she went MIA on me after she asked me to be her girlfriend.

Things are still not smooth between us and we have things we need to work on. It doesn't help that all eyes are on us... literally. Acadians are so nosy. They are more invested in Lisa and I's relationship than in their studies. What we do or what we're going through is nobody's business but ours.

Rumors spread throughout the school that Lisa dumped me already since we haven't been seen together in public since the PDA filled moment at lunch. I don't know who started it, and I don't care but it's really annoying when random people walk up to you and ask if the said rumors are true. I ignore them and smile when really I want to punch someone in the face.

They can all go to hell, respectfully.

"Jen, can you come down real quick?!" I hear my sister yell from downstairs. I remove my glasses from my face and groan. Mom isn't home yet, won't be home till Friday, and that means every and all questions and concerns Ella has has to be directed to me.

I love my sister and I don't mind taking care of her, but she need to let me breathe. This is the 3rd time she's calling me downstairs within the span of an hour and I'm over it.

Can't she see I'm trying to study?

"Why?!" I yell back.

"Because it's important."

I slip my feet into my fluffy slippers, grab a robe and make my way downstairs, ready to give her an earful.

"Ella McKenzie Kim, if this isn't important you're in–" I stop dead in my tracks as I approach the living room.

"What's going on?"

Ella gives me a sheepish smile. "I know you said I shouldn't open the door for strangers, but technically she isn't a stranger and she begged me to let her in because she really wanted to see you and I know that you two have a thing going on so don't nail me to a stake," she pleads.