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THE FIRST DAY

The second they walked through the doors the couple was confronted by none other then Mark Lee.

"Ladies ladies! Could I get an exclusive?" the currently red haired boy asked, shoving his microphone in Irene's face. Completely in character Lisa stepped between them and held Mark by his shirt.

"Don't you dare come within spitting distance of my girlfriend again. In fact, I don't even want you looking at her or thinking about her for that matter. Got it?" the brunette sneered while Irene stood behind her shocked.

"Umm...y-yes Lisa," he cowered. She let go of him roughly before smirking.

"Great, now get the hell out of my sight," Mark immediately scurried away, honestly scared for his life.

Irene was a little floored. She could usually never get Mark off her back, even after she slushied him and got the football players to throw him in the dumpster. One look from Lisa and the rat went running.

Lisa smiled at her and took her hand in hers once more and Irene felt her heart jump. What the... she thought to herself but she shook it off and resulted to her defense mechanism: be a bitch.

"Don't you think that was a little over board?" her voice came out as a snarl and she gripped Lisa's hand tighter- painfully so.

"Ow!" Lauren hissed yanking her hand away.

"What? Do you like him? Cuz I hate the guy. Besides..." the brunette slung her arm around the other brunette's shoulders and pulled her close," I don't want him touching what's mine."

"I'm not yours Lisa," she spat. Irene knew the other girl was trying to get a rise out of her, that's why she was acting like this, but she just couldn't contain her anger and she didn't like how Lisa treated her like Irene was her property.

"See Hyun, you know that and I know that- but all these people staring? They don't know that, so why don't we follow through with what you began." Irene sighed, she knew Lisa was right, even if she would never admit it out loud. She also would never admit how much her heart thumped at the new nickname.

Sometimes Irene really got herself in deep shit.

"Whatever, just take me to class babe."

Lisa smirked, "Your wish is my command, your highness." Irene rolled her eyes but decided to ignore the further nickname. Maybe if she pretended Lisa didn't bug the hell out of her she'd quit being so god damn annoying.

Before she could say anything more Lisa had swiftly placed a kiss on her cheek, pushed her into her classroom and disappeared leaving her no time to react the kiss.

It was barely a peck but Irene could still feel her moist lips pressed to her skin, the area tingling.

••

"Lisa!" someone yelled to the brunette.

"Sup Mingyu?" she said turning to face the boy. The two rarely conversed, and when they did it was only about one thing...

"I was wondering if you could help me with this choreography for Glee and-"

"Woah Mingyu, I like you- I do. And you know I love to dance but anything Glee related and...well, just can't help you there."

"Lisa, no one is going to know. I'm just having trouble with one spot and I could use your expertise. It wouldn't be in front of glee, just me and you." Lisa quirked her eyebrow at him.

"What about your girl?" she asked. The reason why Lisa and Mingyu weren't as good of friends as they could be was because of Mingyu's girlfriend- Tzuyu. Tzuyu absolutely detested Lisa because she slept with Mingyu while she had a crush on him. Lisa thought it was stupid- it's not like they had been dating (Mingyu was too nice to cheat) and Lisa thought she was over-reacting. As much as people liked to believe it, Lisa wasn't a total sleaze, she respected girls (for the most) stopping when they wanted to, not forcing them to do anything, etc. And guys... well they sorta liked the whole forceful things so she tried not to sleep with anyone that was already taken. Needless to say they were together now and Tzuyu still did not trust Lisa's promiscuous ways, making sure Mingyu had as little contact with the other dancer.

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