Despising you

Chapter 2

J  e  n  n  i  e

I hate her. Loathe her. She's just walking away from me. She has been doing that for so long, but it never ceases to infuriate me.

Lalisa Manobal.

I still remember the first time I laid my eyes on Lisa. She had walked... no, she had stumbled into my science class.

The sound of rain was still echoing in my ears when I first saw her. The uniform she was wearing was scuffed. Her trousers were entirely too long for her and her shoes were filthy. She looked like an absolute mess, until I saw her face.

That damn face.

I wish so awfully that I could make fun of her face, but I simply cannot. She is a vision to look at, with her flawless tanned skin, bright jade green eyes, and perfect, jet-black hair. She stands out so vividly.

I wish her button-like nose was crooked so I could poke fun at it. I wish her tight, lean body was morbidly disfigured. I just wish she wasn't so conventionally attractive to look at.

She didn't even go through puberty properly. Where the rest of us were dealing with acne and every other normal thing that felt like the end of the world, she was still as perfect as ever.

She's so aware of it, so audaciously aware that everyone in this school wants her. Thankfully, they would never go there. She might be attractive, but she's still an outcast, not to mention, I've made it perfectly clear that she's off limits.

She's m—

Myresponsibility.

Since the moment my eyes first caught a glimpse of Lisa Manobal, fire has fuelled deep inside of me. This was only fuelled further when I found out that she was bisexual.

As if it wasn't enough that she was a charity case and that her brother was in jail, now she liked girls? No one else cared about this, but I did.

This news rattled twelve-year-old me. I couldn't let it go. Eleven-year-old Jennie would have comforted Lisa; I would have stopped being mean for a few seconds and assured her that everything would be okay.

However, a lot changed for me within that year, therefore by extension, it had to change for Lisa too.

Even if she didn't like girls, Lisa is still absolutely infuriating. I've revelled in putting her in her place these past five years. Ridiculing her and playing this game with her has been one of the most consistently, enjoyable part of my life.

"Do you ever get tired of annoying her?" Taeyong asks me, leaning on his locker, his dark brown mono-lid eyes staring down at me.

"Never." I smirk because it was true. I could get tired of a lot of things, but annoying Lisa Manobal? I could never get tired of that.

I live for that.

"You are insufferable," Taeyong retorts, shaking his head as he opens his locker and grabs his books.

Not the first time I've heard that and although he's joking, most people aren't. I'm a Kim after all, the heiress to one of the biggest multimillion empires in England.

I find that if people don't worship me for my money, then they usually will do so for my looks. If not, they'll just berate me for both, because God forbid that a girl is both pretty and rich, seeing that they cannot class me as a gold digger or a bimbo—both terms which men coined to further demean women.

"You love it," I retort, playfully shoving my best friend's shoulder.

Lee Tae-yong. Future rock star in the making. He has been the only true friend I've ever had. Other people flock to me as a result of my wealthy family and popularity. Taeyong isn't like that; he's like family to me.