Despising you

Chapter 5

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Identical icy blue eyes, the same golden-blonde hair, barring the slight grey hairs. Every time I look at Ara Kim I feel as though I'm seeing a vision of what Jennie will look like in thirty years. She should be elated that she'll be an absolute milf when she gets older; a repressed, bitchy milf, but a milf nonetheless.

When I heard her shrill voice calling for Jennie from downstairs, I couldn't even react before Jennie rushed down instantly. Of course, I didn't have much choice but to do the same.

So, that's where we are now, standing in front of Ara Kim who's looking at me with contempt and her daughter with a soft look of indifference.

She's wearing a long beige coat, a leather belt wrapped in the middle, and a Chanel scarf wrapped around her neck. I have to give it to her, she is fashionable. Or is she just filthy rich? Is there really a difference?

"Lisa," she greets disdainfully, acknowledging me with a slight nod.

I nod back. "Miss Kim."

I hate her. I've hated her ever since I was a child and she tried to use her power and money to implement homophobic rules at YG academy, which thankfully, didn't work.

I've hated her ever since she told me that being bisexual was disgusting, but not as bad as being gay, because I still had a chance of ending up with a man.

She told me that at a pride rally a few years ago. Vile bitch. She is always at pride events heckling and berating people like me.

She is a tyrant, which is very amusing, because she's the same woman who has rallied against sexism and racism and even funds abortion clinics, yet she draws the line at homosexuality? Someone needs to teach her what progressiveness actually means.

"What are you doing in my home?" she questions, tight lipped.

My eyes turn to Jennie who is standing next to me. She's standing stiffly, her arms crossed. I can tell she's widely uncomfortable, so I decide to have a little fun with her.

"Well, I actually just finished fucking your daughter—"

"She's joking!" Jennie interrupts loudly, her hand shoots out to mine and her nails begin digging into my skin. "She's just tutoring me."

I stifle a laugh and yank my hand away, ignoring her glares and how satisfying it felt when her nails sunk into my arm. I really need to sort out my masochistic tendencies.

"I know," Ara scoffs, "you're not a degenerate like her."

"You sure about that? She's probably sucked her boyfriend's cock right in this living room."

This isn't slut shaming; this is just pure rudeness. This is me being as annoyingly infuriating as I possibly can to make her mother feel uncomfortable. Not to mention that infuriating Jennie is always a bonus too. Her tight fists and clenched jaw tells me that she's absolutely furious. I love it.

Even if I'm being petulant, which I so very clearly am, the common courtesy rules don't apply when it comes to the Kim's. They are vile humans who only deserve vile treatment back.

"We aren't living in the stone age. My daughter can do whatever she likes with her body, that's her prerogative." Ara shrugs off my rudeness.

Ugh. She always says the right thing. It should calm me down, but all it does is make my chest swell with fury. I'm angry because she's berated me for being bisexual since I was a child. I'm angry because on every other social issue, we seem to be fighting on the same side!

Most of all, I'm angry because she's the one that has made Jennie this way. She's the reason Jennie is so angry, vicious, and homophobic.

"So you're sex positive as long as it's only a man and a woman?" I question, scoffing.