Under (JenLisa AU)

Mission Failed

L I S A

Lisa stood in the center of the abandoned room, her chest heaving. She looked at the mess she'd made—the chairs she'd kicked, the dust she'd kicked up. It didn't make her feel better. It just made her hands shake.

"Why?" she hissed to the empty air. "Why does it always blow up in my face?"

Every plan, every attempt to get one over on Jennie ended with Lisa looking like the fool. And the worst part? Her parents had practically signed her over to Jennie. She was stuck with a shadow she couldn't shake.

"Manoban. Out. Now." The voice wasn't a scream. It was flat. Clinical.

Lisa closed her eyes for a second, then pulled the door open. Jennie was leaning against the opposite wall, looking at her phone. She didn't look like a "devil." She looked like a person who was bored of waiting.

"What do you want?" Lisa asked, her voice tight.

Jennie didn't look up immediately. She tucked her phone into her pocket and walked into the room. She surveyed the chaos Lisa had created—the overturned table, the scattered papers. She didn't get angry. She didn't even sigh. She just looked at Lisa with those sharp, unreadable eyes.

"You're predictable," Jennie said quietly. The lack of emotion in her voice was more intimidating than a shout. "You think these tantrums make you look tough? They just make you look like you're losing."

Lisa felt the heat rise to her face. "You don't know anything."

"I know that your dad expects a report on your behavior by five," Jennie said, stepping closer. Her presence felt heavy, a cold pressure that forced Lisa to stand still. "And I know that right now, you're making my job very difficult."

Lisa turned to walk away, but Jennie's hand clamped around her arm. It wasn't a rough grab—it was precise. A warning.

"Where are you going?"

"Away from you," Lisa snapped, though she didn't pull her arm away.

"Wrong answer." Jennie tilted her head, her gaze locking onto Lisa's. She didn't look like she wanted to kill Lisa; she looked like she was waiting for Lisa to finally grow up. "Student Council office. We're going to sit there in silence until you can act like a person again. Move."

Lisa opened her mouth to argue, to say Who are you to tell me that?, but the words died in her throat. Jennie wasn't bluffing. She was just waiting for Lisa to make another mistake.

"I said move, Lisa."

The sound of the dial tone was the loudest thing in the hallway. Jennie didn't hesitate. She held the phone to her ear, her expression completely neutral as she waited for the call to connect.

"Hello, Mrs. Manoban? Yes, it's Jennie Kim. How are you?" Jennie paused, her eyes locking onto mine, cold and unblinking. "I'm calling because I have something to—"

"Fine!" The blonde didn't let her finish. She couldn't risk it.

Lisa bit her lip, shoved her hands into her pockets, and started walking. She wasn't a coward, but she wasn't stupid, either.

She turned on her heel and stormed off, her boots echoing sharply against the linoleum. She didn't look back to see if Jennie was smiling, but she could feel the president's gaze on her back the entire way to the office.