when you love someone | rosé + lisa | chaelisa

2 - And it begins

Surprisingly, the first week of school went by pretty smoothly. Everyone was just getting settled in, switching in and out of classes, starting friendships and ending them. It was obvious everyone wanted a fresh start this semester. As for me, I wanted a fresh start too.

To socialize more and get out there. It was my senior year after all... and I didn't have much time left in this school. I needed to make this year memorable, I needed people to see me for who I was. which was not the quiet girl they sometimes got answers from.

I wanted to have new experiences.

As embarrassing it is, I haven't even had my first kiss yet. Everyone I knew had became a pro kisser by seventeen, eating faces off and learning to wrestle with their lips.

Yet here I was.

Haven't even been kissed on the cheek by someone other than family.

I adjusted really well to my schedule and the seating chart in most of my classes. I have about 3 classes and lunch with Jisoo and Jennie, so in case things go sour, they're never too far. Unfortunately, I have a total of four with Lisa, which beats the record for the previous years.

I clicked my pen, and scribbled in another goal to the list.

Yes, I have a list.

"Park. Read the following paragraph please." I heard the teachers stern voice from across the room, his annoyed and sarcastic tone bouncing off of the quiet classroom walls. He must've caught me daydreaming. He always called me out for it last year, seems like he's still holding this weird grudge against me.

Nonetheless I nodded and began reading a random paragraph, to at least make it seem like I was paying attention.

"Aloud please." He raised his eyebrows as he stared along with the rest of the class. The silence was almost deafening but it was way better than laughter or whispering and pointing, so I took it like a woman and cleared my throat.

That was until I looked down at my book, and noticed I didn't even have the correct book open.

Way to make it obvious enough I wasn't paying attention.

I felt my anxiety start to creep up on me like a huge shadow, towering over me... ready to choke me.

A huge lump formed in my throat as I looked around helplessly, hoping for someone or something to help me out of this situation. Sadly, there was still another 15 minutes of class so the bell wasn't ringing anytime soon.

This is so embarrassing...

Shit, why am I tearing up?

It isn't that serious, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"Page 14, paragraph 2." I heard a quiet voice call out from behind me.

I turn around to see a shy looking boy with curly brown hair and the brightest eyes staring at me, before looking back down and motioning with his eyebrows for me to read. I offered a small smile, as I turned to face front again and hastily turned to the correct page and began reading. It was a huge relief to see everyone focusing back on the book, their eyes following the along with the lines I was reading. I could sense the disappointment from the teacher, knowing he most likely wanted to embarrass me by saying something like "Next time, actually follow along please" or "You aren't gonna pass my class by staring into space."

I finished up the paragraph, thankfully with only a few stutters and no choking, and soon enough someone else volunteered to read. I turned again to face the boy, and mouthed a quick thank you. He nodded and adverted his eyes back to his book again. I felt this kid was shy from the first glance but now I definitely knew it, either that or he didn't like eye contact.

Another thing was, I now for sure had a small crush on him.

Although I've had countless crushes, I've never actually fell in love before. And a first love was on my "complete before high school" list.

His eyes were almond-shaped and he had the softest smile. When I would turn around and pretend to look back at the clock, we would lock eyes and he'd smile at me, that's when I noticed those almonds would turn into soft crescents. It made my heart flutter. We did this for the remaining fifteen minutes of class and I managed to catch his name by sneaking a peek at his paper.

Park Jimin.

He's a Park too.

I wasn't that surprising that I already began scribbling his name with hearts and butterflies around it into the margins of my notebook.

Nothing has happened with Lisa aside from the chair pulling incident on the first day. But she has been giving me some side-eye and strange looks since then. Definitely better than what happened last year during the first week of school, when she gave me sixteen birthday punches—to the face.

And it wasn't even my birthday.

— chapters will get longer I promise.