My Sister's Roommate - JENLISA

Chapter 1

"So you lost your virginity, he broke up with you, and now the whole school knows." Rosé summarized after I told my pitiful story. "Big deal."

The crisis happened back in early last semester my high school year, and my two closest friends were gathered in my bedroom for an emergency intervention. I had declared that I was going to drop out of school, move back to New Zealand in order to pull all the ugliness behind.

"That's not a big deal?" I sat up from my bed. "Tell me a bigger deal that has happened in your life."

"I'm just saying, what's done is done. Let's focus on the positive here." Her set dark chocolate eyes turned a shade brighter, the way they always did right before she said something she thought clever. "First off, at least he's not lying. Secondly, there are far worse things to lose than a v-card."

"Such as?"

"Your heart." Nayeon chipped in. She transferred here at the beginning of the second year and I immediately recruited her into our little clique. I figured that I needed some good virtue, since Rosé was cynical with a tiny bit mean flavor, and Nayeon—she was funny and (adorably) vain with her bunny teeth and cheerful persona, but also she could be so boring sometimes. She sounded like a Hallmark card, and I didn't mean the funny kind. "And it'd be worse to lose your confidence. Your faith in love. Your willingness to put yourself out there and-"

I groaned to cut her off just as Rosé added, "Or your brand new Chanel bag."

My eyes fell on the fifteen-thousand-dollar Chanel Black Plexiglass Perfum Bottle bag my parents just got me as a birthday present, but partly it was because they felt sorry for me when they heard that Harry dumped me.

That was the way my family dealt with relationship crisis, by the way.

"That really is a gorgeous bag." Nayeon said. "Think of all the poor girls out there, who had their hearts broken without a limited edition bag to console them. Let alone a bag." She emphasized the word.

To be fair I didn't really feel heartbroken. It was more like humiliation. I, Jennie Kim, the master of the divine art of dating, had been defeated at my own game in the most mortifying way imaginable.

My sister Jisoo always told me that with me, what you see is what you get. I had already put my best feature out there and saved people the time of exploring. My looks. She said it was the only interesting thing about me, and mind you, Jisoo was actually the nicer one of my two older sisters.

I knew I was beautiful. All through my childhood years and into the awkward teenagehood, I managed to escape the oily skin, the sprouting acnes and whatever it was that people battled with. Between my parents' wealth and my own image, I pretty much always got what I wanted, be it popularity, friends, and special favors. That doesn't mean I was your stereotypical mean girl, though; ask anyone and they'd tell you that I was Goodwill Ambassador of Cheongdam High.

I adore mankind. I liked people and I talked to everyone.

So it wasn't hard to imagine that guys were never much of a problem for me. Even if beauty was the only interesting thing about me, it sure appeared to be interesting enough. I dated around but never really settled, and I quickly discover the fun in switching and...well, sampling. I got distracted easily whenever a new guy came on the scene, kind of like the way a new eyeshadow color might catch my attention, and like a new eyeshadow, I always tried them on. Boys are like breakfast buffet; you want to taste some freshly baked patisserie here and a little bit of cheese omelette there. You just don't stuff your face with plain toasts alone and call it a morning.