break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored.

ain't used to feeling this way

it was never that hard to put up with their bullshit... thinks the devil in disguise, trying, utmostly, to focus her attention to their literature professor in front but no luck.

why do i have to be perfect? this is still just high school! who knows how i'd turn out then...

jennie catches a glimpse of lisa whispering sweet (or filthy, jennie don't know) nothings to roseanne who clearly is on a high.

if i turn ugly by college, it's on them. bitterly she scowls. she rolls her eyes when her best friend bites her lip, giggling, hating how hot she looked under the artificial light (or maybe the way lisa smiles fondly because of her).

roseanne park, also known as chaeyoung park, and preferably called rosé, is the regina george of incheon campus, without gretchen wieners nor karen smith minions. the woman was well independent on her own, who was by far the most popular member of their group.

for four years she was the head cheerleader gaining her popularity throughout the years, but then resigned after reaching 11th grade. although she stopped participating in the cheerleading squad, she joined the dance troupe of their campus, alongside her girlfriend lalisa manoban, who leads the troupe.

"fuckers..." jennie mutters under her breath when she catches lisa's hand hiking up roseanne's mid thigh. "goodness!"

alright. this isn't just for me, but on behalf of my classmates who didn't ask for live porn under mr. kang's on-going discussion.

buy me milk ice cream
you
11:24

jennie checks up lisa just in time nibbling roseanne's earlobe, her hand visibly stroking her girlfriend's clothed or non-clothed sex under her very short skirt.

jennie hears a quiet "damn" from the black-haired woman who pulled away to reply to her.

fuck off.
bang
11:25

lisa continues her ministrations to her girlfriend. jennie grumps at the back.

you'd rather fuck me, baby.
you
11:25

as soon as she sends the message, she rubs her thighs, the thought of lisa struggling much just to pacify her thrums, a familiar feeling inside her.

it's nice to know how much you're obsessed with me. like it live, no?
bang
11:27

wrong move.

jennie's heart goes beating very fast, pound and pound till her anger pours flowing to the tubes of her veins, and right back to the right side of her heart. it races and races back and forth, over and over until it feels like it knots inside of her – she slams her palms against the table with a resounding bam.

all head tilts to her direction, wide eyes, jaws agape, o-shaped mouths – shocked. surprised. curious. even mr. kang pulled down his glasses to double check if her student really just lashed out out of nowhere. "do we have a problem, ms. kim?" he asks, his eyebrow raised in slight ridicule.

fuck.

unknotted the tightness of her chest, slowly, and she stopped seeing red. jennie roams her eyes around to see every student's attention onto her. she sends a death glare towards the black-haired who caused all this, who is, peskily, smirking at her. jennie inhales a few deep breaths, as the whole room waits for her to move. she smiles sweetly.

"i apologize for the sudden outburst mr. kang...but i believe it's time for your students to be dismissed..?" jennie throws a polite smile and blinks her cat-eyes like a puppy's, then sits in her chair gently. the students murmurs in confusion and conclusion as they pick their things and shoving it into their bags with a sigh of relief.