when you love someone | rosé + lisa | chaelisa

13 - Ensemble

The ticking from the metallic clock hanging above the door frame sounded like the clicking to a time-bomb with every second that passed.

Lisa was becoming impatient and traced every move I made with her eyes, following my hand as it skimmed across my messy paper. By the barely decipherable scribbles and cramped letters, you could tell by a glance that I barely knew what I was doing anymore.

I just couldn't get my mind off of one thing. More so, a person.

Jimin.

I just couldn't get a grip on my emotions. How selfish could I be? My grandmother is hospitalized and my top priority is a boy who probably only wants me for what's between my legs. Thinking back on how sure and confident I was before, I find it hard to believe that suddenly everything's happening a little too fast. These returning thoughts and guilty feelings are what led me to being in this stressful position. Sitting in front of a blonde who's been scrambling with my brains since I sat down.

A very drawn-out and grueling session with Lisa.

"It's been three hours."

She glares at me and leans back stiffly in her seat.

Lisa has been constantly snapping me back into reality for about three hours now. Her patience must've been stretched thin, yet I couldn't help but be distracted.

"Hello?" Her voice splinters into the air again, heaving me out of my confused daze. I set my materials down and massage my temples, letting out an exhausted sigh. I steal a timid glance at her, something I've been avoiding the entire time. "Earth to dumbass?" She says as she raises her annoyingly flawless brows.

"Hang on- outside... It's getting dark." I stammer and look into the darkening sky. Only a single strip of sunlight left along with the insignificant speckles we call stars, peeking through the deep blue. I should be at home stuffing my face by now. "Oh, so you have eyes." Lisa taunts, her tone heavy with sarcasm as she crosses her arms over her chest. I tilt my head at her, trying to read into her emotions. She was clearly annoyed, that's nothing new. "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be here if I had two gaping holes in my head."

"You haven't looked me in the eye since we sat down, weirdo."

"I'm just really focused on my work."

"If you were really focused on your work, I wouldn't have to watch you pull faces at your paper for an extra hour and a half."

"Fine. If you're really so busy, I'll just work on it at home." I huff and rake my hands through my hair. I'm still a little dozed from the continuous writing. I could almost see the equations on the walls like they were printed onto my pupils.

Successfully disregarding Lisa's scornful attitude, I begin to pack my things without waiting for a snide comeback or insult. I'm guessing she got the gist that I couldn't work any longer since she began to gather her things as well.

"And if you get stuck? Like you do every five minutes..." Her sharp eyes burn holes into my back as I'm turned away. I'm starting to think she doesn't know when she's been staring too fiercely. No wonder she scares people off.

"Then I'll just skip those questions." I shrug.

"I'm pretty sure you can't skip the entire guide." She remarks before turning to face the shelf behind her, selecting a random book from the row and observing its title. Suddenly, an idea hits me. "Unless you..." I stop and ponder the possibility of her saying yes, already hearing the classic rejection.

"Unless what?" I almost chuckle at the disgust on her face from my sudden creepy expression.

"You give me your number." I suggest jokingly, but also kind of liking the idea myself. Having Lisa's phone number would solve the issue of sometimes not knowing where to find her after school, saving me the embarrassment of sitting in front of the door for half an hour or longer.