not my type

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Time is an abstract thing.

You can't really see it, or feel it, but you know it's there and you can't stop it; however, for Lisa it seemed like it stopped altogether and then hit her all at once like hours had passed and she was yet to make a move or say something. All the worlds jumbled up together in her mouth, constricting her throat and she was unable to form a coherent sentence. Her breathing was shaky and her thoughts were clouded by a big giant question -

What the fuck?

"Are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?" the irritated tone in her voice brought her back to her senses.

With all her might, Lisa swiped all the stationary off of the desk and forced the professor on top of it, swiftly spreading her legs in one swift movement, as she settled herself in between them and with a light jump on the heel, she pushed her chest againts Jennie's perky tits and planted a hard bite on the left side of her neck, quickly smoothing it with her tongue flat on the pocerlain skin.

The sudden cold splash on her forehead hit her like a million needles piercing through her skin, immediately halting her movements and succesfully breaking her rem cycle and bringing her back to reality.

Lisa abruptly opened her eyes and they scanned the room frantically as she was finally met with her best friend's amused expression staring back at her. She noticed the red bucket in Rosés hand and she felt her entire body drenched in cold water. Her frantic breathing settled down and she plopped her head back on her pillow letting out a heavy sigh of disappointment.

It was all a goddamn dream.

"Hurry up, Lisa-yah!" she kicked the side of the futon to get her up. "Isn't Jennie giving you back your graded papers today?"

Lisa's eyes shot open again at her words and she reached for her phone, clicking the screen on to check the date and time:

January 15th (8:43am)

"Holy shit!"

Dressing up in the first two pieces of clothing she could find, Lisa ran to her bathroom to untangle her mess of a hair and wash her face and teeth. Putting on her raybans, she jogged through the living room gabbing her skateboard on the way out.

This was bad - oh, so bad.

Lisa might not have been slacking on her classes (she never did) and she might not have been fearing her professor so far, but there was no way in hell Jennie wouldn't jump her for being this late to her weekly meetings, especially being the day she'd give them their first big project grades, which would define the way the groups for the semester's last project would be constituted.

She slapped herself - she should've known better than to stay up late the night before but Joy had invited her over for a small after class get together that turned into a full blown frat house party. A few make out sessions with strangers, a blind folded bboy battle and some three a.m skinny dipping later, Lisa had stumbled her way back into the apartment and managed not to wake her roommates up on her sloppy way to her room.

And now the previous night was kicking her butt for payback with its consequences as she panted breathlessly through the long hallways that lead to the auditorium, after having skated her way across town to campus in record time. She was still late as fuck though.

(9:26am)

If looks could kill, Lisa's obituary would say "Jennie Kim regrets nothing" and there would be a picture of her dearest professor holding her chopped head with a sinister smile on her face. As soon as she barged in the classroom, everyone's heads turned in her direction and Lisa could literally feel the heat rise up to her cheeks as a rush of murmurs broke in the room and Jennie's stern and angry gaze followed her up to her seat after a string of shaky apologies had left her mouth.