Chapter 51
Lisa
I walk into the science building, feeling like I'm floating on air, smiling from cheek to cheek. Everyone that walks past me must sense my good mood. During the week before finals, of all times, giving me long, sideways glances.
Entering the lecture hall, my eyes automatically land on Jennie's face. Her attention is focused on Rosé, but it only takes her a few moments to sense my gaze, her warm honey coloured eyes finding mine. She smiles shyly, blushing adorably. As if possible, the grin on my face widens.
Taking the stairs two at a time, I jog up to our row and stand beside her. She tilts her head back to look up at me, the long, smooth lines of her neck on full display. Her eyes lock on mine, a hint of questioning and longing set deep within them.
Gladly, without hesitation, I lean down and plant my lips on hers in a short but meaningful kiss. When I pull away, she's blushing madly, the smile on her face matching mine.
"Hi." I whisper, pecking her lips once more before shrugging off my backpack and taking my seat. "What are you blushing for?" I tease, resting my hand on her thigh.
Her blush deepens and she shyly looks away, shrugging. "Nothing."
Grinning, I lean in, pressing my forehead to hers. "Is it because I get to kiss you now, whenever I want?" I whisper lowly.
"Maybe..." she whispers, a playful edge to her tone. "That and the fact that everyone is staring."
I furrow my brow, pulling back to glance around the classroom to find people gawking at us. Especially Rosé. I glance at Rosé over Jennie's shoulder and her face is almost comical. Her eyes are wide behind her glasses, jaw practically to the floor and I try my best not to laugh.
"Wha... you and you..." she sputters, trying to digest it all, her eyes shifting between me and Jennie rapidly. "You didn't tell me!" she bursts out, her angry, accusing eyes honing in on Jennie.
Jennie cringes. "We just got here and you were talking about debate club!" she tries to defend herself.
"Debate club, sh... whatever club! This is way more important!" Rosé insists, sitting forward, thoroughly interested. "Tell. Me. Everything. Now."
Jennie looks back at me with uncertainty. I nod, giving her full permission to give her best friend the details. She starts off slow, Rosé hanging on her every word, but then they both turn into giddy school girls, smiling and talking excitedly, animatedly, all the while trying to keep their voices down, making me chuckle.
Not long after, rat boy walks in with that seemingly permanent scowl on his face, his dark hair doing nothing for his pale ass skin that's only getting whiter with winter. He walks up to our row, quirking a brow at the excited shrieking girls before taking his seat next to Rosé. "What are you two so excited about?"
Jennie blanches while Rosé maintains her grin.
"Jennie's taken." Rosé says in a singsong voice.
I watch as a dozen different emotions scroll across his pale and rat-like face. He starts with shock and eventually lands on rage. "Who!?" he asks sharply, miserably failing to leash his emotions. I think he already knows the answer to his question, his beady little eyes snapping to me and my hand resting on Jennie's thigh.
While Jennie and I never fully established our relationship status as a couple, I have to admit that it has a nice ring to it. I've never had a girlfriend before, never wanted one, and I'm surprised when no sirens go off in my head and my stomach doesn't twist uncomfortably at the thought.
