I Fell In Love with a Nerd | Jenlisa [COMPLETE]

Chapter 23

Jennie POV

The city lights blur past the window as the taxi hums steadily along the quiet road. I sit in the backseat, my hands resting on my lap, cold from the air conditioning, but more from everything running through me.

My mind is loud.

Too loud.

I feel like I'm being suffocated by thoughts I don't even want to acknowledge. My chest is heavy, not from the way Lisa pretended to be someone else.

Strangely, I'm not angry about that. Really.

She had her reasons, I guess. Maybe she was scared, just like I was. Maybe she thought it was the only way to reach me again.

But what broke me wasn't the lies. It wasn't even the thought of she's Ms. L and trying to win over me.

It was that scene. That one, single image I can't get out of my head.

Her. Hugging another woman.

Lisa, with someone else in her arms.

"Her hobby is to hurt me, right?" I scoff softly to myself and lean my head against the window, the cold glass grounding me.

"I'm so stupid," I mutter, just to myself, not caring if the driver hears.

So, so stupid—for hoping. For thinking Lisa would change. For imagining that maybe, just maybe, the girl who hurt me would come back as someone who can love me now.

But she didn't change. Did she?

Or maybe she did... just not for me.

I clench my hands tighter in my lap, digging my nails into my palm. The sting makes me feel something, at least.

And still... I can't bring myself to hate her.

I shake my head and try to snap out of it.

Get a grip, Jennie. I have no right to feel jealous. I'm not hers. She's not mine. We're not... anything anymore. I should have moved on. I should be focusing on my life here. My passion for pottery.

The taxi stops and I blink in surprise. We've arrived at Jisoo's place. I pull myself together and pay the driver, stepping out into the chilly evening air.

I approach the door and press the doorbell once and wait.

Silence.

No footsteps. No creaking of the floor.

I press it again. Then again. And again.

Still nothing.

Of course, she's probably asleep. What did I expect? Showing up unannounced at this hour—she's probably curled up in bed, dreaming of her chicken.

I sigh and lean my forehead against the door, eyes fluttering shut.

"I shouldn't have come," I whisper.

It hits me harder than I thought—how badly I needed someone to talk to. But now, standing here alone, I feel even more alone than before. I let out a shaky breath, turning away from the door. I don't want to go home. Not yet. Mom will just look at me with those eyes full of concern and ask a million questions I'm not ready to answer.

I just want... peace. Comfort. Someone who knows me.

Then it hits me.

Nancy.

"Oh my God... Nancy."

I almost forgot about her. I haven't seen her in forever. And she doesn't even know I'm back in Korea.