Lisa thinks it’s one of the best days she’s had in a while when she’s still riding on the high from victory by the time they’re sitting in the restaurant.
“...So he tells me that I’m too masculine and I tell him that he’s suffering from fragile male ego syndrome, and does he know that he’s basically acting like a 14 year old girl?” Coach Kelly says and sends the gaggle of girls into a laughing fit as she concludes another story of yet another one of her dates that’s gone awry.
“Boys are fucking dumb,” Jennie scoffs and steals a french fry from Lisa’s plate. Even though she’s got plenty of her own, she’s claiming that Lisa’s taste better. “They’re only good for one thing, if you know what I mean.” She waggles her brows suggestively and the girls giggle in response.
“Let’s be honest, they aren’t that good at that one thing either,” Lisa says and rolls her eyes. Jennie snorts and looks at Lisa with a glint in her eye that Lisa isn’t sure she likes.
“Yeah?” She leans in close. “I’ve always wondered if you’d ever done ‘that one thing’ with boys before. How many notches in your belt, Limario?”
Lisa nearly chokes on her drink. She sits back in her chair, putting distance between herself and Jennie.
“That’s… rather personal,” she mutters, shifting uncomfortably as she avoids Jennie’s penetrating gaze.
Jennie doesn’t say anything, just stares at her for a few seconds more before she brushes the sudden tense air off with a laugh.
“I can tell you that I haven’t gotten a good length of dick for a while,” Jennie says with a dirty grin. “So you gonna be my wingman tonight, Limario, yeah?”
Lisa blinks confused. “Your wingman? Where are we going?”
Jennie beams at her. “I haven’t told you? We’re going clubbing!”
Lisa tucks a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “I can’t. I have five pages of Algebra waiting for me at home.” She sighs, already feeling tired at the mere thought, but it’s important since it’s going to count towards her final grade.
Jennie frowns at her. “I’m afraid you don’t have a choice. We won our first game! It’s tradition! Right, girls?” The girls murmur choruses of agreements. Jennie turns to look expectantly at her.
Lisa sighs again. “Jennie, seriously, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can!” Jennie interrupts her. “You’re the most smarty pants nerd I know besides Rosie. I know you can do your nerdy AP homework tomorrow.”
Lisa opens her mouth to protest but Jennie reaches across the space between them and grasps Lisa’s hands in her own, fixing her with a rather impressive puppy face. “Come on. I want you there.”
The thing is, Jennie might be right that Lisa can do her Algebra assignment tomorrow, but the real reason she’s reluctant to go, is because she’s afraid the night will end with unflattering pictures of her embarrassingly drunk all over twitter — she swore to herself she’d never drink again after what happened the last time she did.
“We can’t even get into a club and drink,” Lisa points out, but she knows it’s a feeble excuse. She’s found a way in too many times before and she knows Jennie has a solution.
Jennie confirms that when she gives Lisa a grin and says, “My uncle owns this nightclub. So, no problem there. He’ll clear out a VIP area for us if I ask him to.”
Lisa feels herself giving in. She actually likes hanging out with Jennie and the other girls, and she’s always been down for a night out to celebrate.
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Mean Girls (Chaelisa)
Fanfiction(Converted) - Where Roseanne is the queen bee and she's used to the school bowing at her feet until a new girl that refuses to play by the rules comes along. . . . . . This story is not mine. I do not own anything. I'm just CONVERTING it to Chaelisa...
