Get You // Jenlisa

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JENNIE'S POV

"No way!"

"What?" Lisa asked, amused.

"You fucking said you brought your car!" I shouted at her while crossing my arms.

I looked at her huge, badass bike in front of us. Sure it looks cool especially in movies but... "Fuck you Manoban I'm not riding this!"

"Hey, I just told you that I can drive you home. I meant with this bike," she sat on her bike while facing me, trying not to smile but failing to do so, "And you agreed so I thought it's fine with you."

"This isn't funny," I groaned, ready to walk away, "I'm not riding that thing!"

I didn't even let Rosé ride it!

"What? Are you going to ask your guy to take you home now after saying you didn't want to bother him?" she smirked making me want to rip it off her face.

I gritted my teeth, "No! I'm taking the bus!" then marched away but before I even got to take two steps away, she clutched on my wrist and pulled me back.

She's now standing near me that I have to look up on her because she's so tall. I took a step back when I realized that she's too close.

"I'll be extra careful while driving," she sighed while loosing her grip on me and resting it on her sides, "It's safe. I've been driving this baby for a year now and I haven't been on an accident since then," she said with a much more gentle voice now and with pleading eyes.

"Just go with me, Jennie," she said while looking straight in my eyes, "I promise I wouldn't pull off anything stupid."

I bit my lip as I pondered if I could trust this lunatic.

"I swear you'll even like it. Don't you want to experience it at least once in your life?" she gave me a small smile.

Honestly, I've watched dramas with female leads dating bad boys riding motorcycles and see how happy and free they felt whenever they ride those things. Maybe if Kai rides one, I would've volunteered to take a ride with him.

It must feel nice.

"One with you as the driver?" I shrugged, "I'm just not sure about that one."

Her lips parted as she stifled a laugh, "What do you take me for?" she asked while clutching her shirt in the chest part, acting hurt.

"An idiot," I fake-coughed and looked away to look innocent.

Until she suddenly popped her head from my side like a weirdo. "I heard that!" she exclaimed, grinning like the idiot that she is.

I shoved away her face with my palm to leave some more space in between our faces.

I can't help but laugh when she suddenly pouted because of it while fixing her bangs. She suddenly stopped when she heard my laugh and looked at me.

Growing conscious, I wore a straight face and looked somewhere else—her bike.

That was awkward.

"Don't worry, this idiot will give you the best ride of your life if you agree," she tried once again, "But if you don't really want to then sure let's just take the bus."

I looked up to her with furrowed brows, "Us?"

She nodded innocently, "Yeah, like we? You and I? Jennie and Lisa? Hot council President and beautiful badass—"

"Wait, what?" I crossed my arms as I felt my face being flushed again when I heard her call me hot.

"You look like a tomato again," she pointed out.