The dreaded sound of my alarm screeched through my ears, jolting me out of my sleep. This wouldn't be such a problem if I hadn't been up all night, tossing and turning, the same reoccurring nightmare agonizing me from its daunting pedestal. It was ready to pounce whenever I finally felt I was going to get some sleep.Irritated and dreary I smacked my hand over to my nightstand, hoping to hit snooze, but instead knocking my lamp over and shattering both the lightbulb and its fancy base. I quickly swung my legs over the side of the bed and looked down at the thin, sharp tatters of glass that now decorated my bedroom floor, wanting to punch myself in the face for moving my arm so carelessly. But I couldn't just mourn about it forever, as much as I would like to.
After a few minutes of stretching up top my bed and yawning, contemplating going back to sleep, I stood and started on my way to get the dust pan and the broom. Things were finally going okay as soon as most of the shards were on the pan... that was until the flimsy piece of plastic that was the handle snapped in half, throwing most of the glass back onto the floor. I sighed in defeat. I'll clean it when I come back home.
I made my way to the kitchen, and quickly made myself a cream cheese bagel. Sitting there, scrolling on my phone I remembered what happened yesterday in Mrs. Jaesun's class. Checking the time, I calculated I had about twenty minutes before I needed to be out of the door.
What better way to say thank you than food?
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"—and then bam! Lisa rushes in and saves Chaeyoung-ah from the evil villain, despite being a villain herself. Now that's a story.." Jisoo had been ranting about what happened in class yesterday, almost all morning. Lucky for her, Jennie was sound asleep on my shoulder, otherwise she would've quieted down about it long ago.
"And to think that she practically hates the fact you're breathing." I laughed a little at her comment, unsure of my own feelings about Lisa's save. I felt thankful for sure, but the fact she's my bully tugged at me. "You think she would've done that for anyone?" I asked, sounding a little more desparate for the answer than I had intended.
Jisoo just shrugged and formed her usual soft smile, signaling another one of her crazy fantasies popped into that head of hers. "Why? you think she's claiming you or something?" She joked, sending me a playful wink. I rolled my eyes at her comment. "Shut up, you know the girl is bipolar, she probably would've done it for Soyeon if some random chick attacked her." Again, Jisoo shrugged. "Maybe." Her eyes then fluttered down to my bag, that was resting heavily on my lap.
"I smell food, is it coming from your bag?" I nodded, smiling a little as she excitedly clapped. "Is it for me?" She beamed excitedly. I shook my head, "Nope." Her smile almost immediately fell and turned into a cute pout, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. I laughed a little.
"It's to thank someone. I promise I'll make you something tomorrow, okay?" Her face lit up, she must've taken the hint that the person I was 'thanking' was the someone she was bragging about earlier. Either that or she was happy I was making her food tomorrow. "Okay, fine." She smiled. The rest of the bus ride went by without any trials, no delays, no loud people... just the quiet humming of the bus engine. Eventually Jisoo fell asleep on my other shoulder.
In case you were wondering, being the slightly taller friend amongst short ones instantly meant you were their pillow, as well as their security, and "high shelf reacher." So in short, they would figuratively die if I didn't attend the library with them. The bus came to a halt at our stop, and I quickly shook awake my friends and dragged along a sluggish Jennie by my side, Jisoo looked like she hadn't been sleeping at all, her bubbly self returning to normal in no time. "So, how do you plan on approaching her?"
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when you love someone | rosé + lisa | chaelisa
Fanfiction[when the bullied falls for the bully.] - warning: this story includes violence, strong language, alcohol, the use of drugs, and emotional trauma. "nothing will ever change you. monsters don't feel sympathy, right?"