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"You're avoiding me." Lisa grits out, cornering her in the otherwise empty library.


Jennie fixes her eyes on the top button of Lisa's shirt collar, mustering a scowl together.


"I'm not avoiding you," she drawls. "Why are you so fucking full of yourself to think I would ever consider you important enough to avoid?


She is definitely avoiding her. Jennie didn't know what Lisa's response was to Diana's invitation, and really, she didn't really want to find out at that point. If she never confirms it, then it'll never be real, it's that simple.


(Jisoo may have had a point when she told her she was being delusional.)


Lisa scoffs, crossing her arms. Jennie can almost imagine the expression on her face—perfectly shaped brows furrowed, lips down-turned in a disbelieving scowl, her almond eyes flashing with irritation.


"Bullshit. I saw you leave through the window from Park's lecture when you saw me waiting by the door."


"That was for an entirely different reason. The world doesn't revolve around you, idiot."


"Jen."


She stands up, gathering her things and shoving them into her bag. "Leave me fucking alone, Lisa."


" Jennie. "


"I have my next class."


"No, you fucking don't, you don't have afternoon classes on Wednesdays."


"Oh, now you know my schedule better than me?" Jennie snaps, even though Lisa's right, and how the fuck does she know that?


"Tell me what's wrong," Lisa demands.


"Nothing's wrong. Move out of my way." She tries to sidestep her briskly, but Lisa moves in front of her again, blocking her path effectively.


"What the fuck is it? Did I do something? At least fucking tell me."


"I don't owe you anything, you prick, now move ."


She tries to move past her again, but this time, Lisa's hands latch onto her shoulders, holding her in place. Her temper flares, trying to shrug it off, but Lisa's hands are firm in their hold.


"I'm going to start screaming," Jennie bites out.


"I'd really rather you don't."


"So let me go."


"Not until you tell me what I did."


"You didn't do anything," she spits, finally looking up to glare at Lisa.

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