JenLisa one shot story's

quit playing games (with my heart)

Summary:

Jennie only wanted to finish their project but things took quite a turn.

The last thing Jennie needed for this semester is a group activity.

 

To make matters worse, finals is just around the corner, the theater club is in complete shambles, being one of the principal members of the production team sure is taking up too much of her time and the group activity in particular is a research paper to be done and presented by pair.

To make matters even worse, she is paired up with the darling of the entire campus, her ass of a neighbor, Lalisa Manoban, the epitome of mischief herself.

 

A dancing machine of some sort, the subject of everyone’s sexual fantasies (be it to be of any gender because of her insanely hot physical attributes), a rumored model for a clothing line, a certified party animal who barely attends her 8 A.M classes and an all-around woman of dynamics who can handle everything – except academics-related affairs.

Jennie’s prejudice goes beyond Lisa’s repute. The dancer herself is Jennie’s every day nuisance. Lucky for her, Jennie has an extensive wide-range of patience and had managed to sustain composure for a long period of time.

As much as she would actually want to knock on Lisa’s door, the younger girl always appears to be absent – or if not, she would always have guests coming over.

Jennie did not want to intrude, and to be frank, she’d rather do this activity all by herself.

 

But she can’t and God, there’s nothing more she loathes for than uncooperative and stubborn associates.

 
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A week before the deadline, Jennie had already finished all the written works (which will take up half of their grade, by the way), had done the power point presentation herself and the only thing left to prepare for is the presentation.

 

The frustration is killing her.

 

It was a Friday night when Jisoo finds her in their wooden ‘thinking’ magic chair – as Jisoo likes to call it – surrounded with stacks of bond papers and drowning on a book.

Like literally, with her face pressed down the brown pages.

 

“Come on, Jen. At that point, you’re never going to get anything done,” Jisoo says while applying Jennie’s lipstick. Eh, she didn’t have to ask for permission anyways.

 

Jennie lifts a finger, her head still bowed down. With a muffled voice she says: “Actually, I do have everything done. Also, that’s my favorite lipstick. You better pay me the next time I buy it.”