Kill Me Heal Me - JENLISA

Chapter 02

Jennie's POV

Oh god...

The next day was complete hell for me. I woke up with a massive headache, and the covers stuck to my sweaty body. How bad was my hangover? I thought I didn't drink that much, though.

But whatever, luckily it was weekend, so I had all day to recover and sleep as long as I wanted.

By the way, last night was my second time blacking out at the party. The first time was about three weeks ago, at Jackson's party. I didn't know why, though; I remembered just getting two red Solo cups and a few rounds of shots that night.

Was I really that low-tolerant?

What a shame

And now, I was in the hallway, walking through door after door of my school, making my way through the crowd of students, hearing the silent giggles and murmurs of those who hated and adored me.

I kept my head held high, ignoring their stare. Honestly, I couldn't understand; most students feared me yet envied me in a way I couldn't describe. But whatever, I didn't really care.

I continued confidently walking past them, headed to my locker.

Yeah, today was the first day of school after the break. I hated school. No offended. I wasn't a bookworm or anything of the sort, but I was smart and beautiful. That's what everyone said. But the only good thing about this school that I enjoyed most was that I got to see my friends and enjoy cheerleading every day.

And I admitted that I was too deep in my train of thought—too busy telling you all this story and not paying attention to my surroundings—when... BAMED! I ran into something—more like someone.

"Need a hand?" Well, the voice sounds familiar. But damn, I could practically hear the smirk in that person's voice. The nerve!

I mustered some of my most colorful retorts, put on my worst scowl, and stood up as I looked up to see a smirking, thin, tall girl with sharp bones. My eyes narrowed in annoyance, but suddenly stiffened when I realized who she was. I choked down my words. I was rendered speechless. And her body was just centimeters away from mine.

Gosh...

I was really a goner.

For her.

I stepped back, and my eyes began to scour over her entire face of their own accord. I simply couldn't help it. She was wearing a black crop top with tattoos covering half of her flat stomach, a black leather jacket, a pair of black jeans, some black boots, and a black cap.

All black. Was her heart surprisingly black too? Who knows,

And it so suddenly reminded me of the lyrics in one of my favorite songs:

Nae shimjange saekkareun black, uh! (The color of my heart is black.)

Meomchul su eomneun i tteollimeun (I can't stop this trembling) on and on and on.

Oops, sorry, I couldn't help it.

Moments later, the smirk firmly planted on her luscious lips, which revealed her goddamn plump lips, made it clear that she was well aware that I was checking on her.

The gorgeous-looking girl who got the whole attention of the partygoers, the one and only Lisa Manoban, was in front of me. Right. To. The. Now.

What the hell was she doing here, though? I frowned in confusion.

"Take a picture; it lasts longer." Her voice snapped me out of my trance.

I shook my head to get rid of it. I looked up at her, and a smirk was still plastered on her gorgeous face.