jennie had a thing for lisa.
it was something colored green, not emerald. envy.
because lisa always had the highest marks in school. and that she get the boys. and the girls. and she was sitting at the epicenter, the best place of the canteen with the bestest friends.
and then it became color red. not the fresh-picked apples from a tree. cherry.
it was the hatred that kept her studying up till 3 A. M. in the morning, getting grumpy the whole day for getting only 3 hours of sleep, and almost, yet again, getting full marks. it takes her three pieces of cherries to calm down, to halt herself from bolting onto her seat and ask lisa, how do you do it?
she had the best marks. top one.
she had the best friends. jisoo and chaeyoung and bambam and the list goes on.
one, two, five, seven mistakes does not taint her image. they would coo, say "you're only human," and that's the end of it. everyone loved her.
she also had the best smile. the one that outshined the sun.
how does lisa do it?
jennie hated color yellow. she said it was bright. it hurts her eyes.
she repeats "i hate yellow," ten times this morning while dressing herself to that ungodly, awfully yellow-colored costume.
her mother, mrs. kim, forced jennie to go have dance classes since laying down and watching netflix was the only thing she did the whole month of summer. she had two more months left, two more months of suffering and that's it.
she can't wait for the end of summer.
lisa had always liked NIKI from 88rising. so she blasts "INDIGO" under the heat of the sun, smiling widely at the people in front of her. she was also good at dancing, jennie notes, and jennie does not want to admit because, she hates her. lisa had been her dance mentor for a month now, along fifteen other people from the neighborhood. and she sees her face three times every afternoon of a week so that's like three months already.
1 week after their performance for the neighborhood, which they so enjoyed about, lisa came in with her usual attire, now with a white cap over her head where it's supposed to be. jennie don't care of course, so she munches the cupcakes she baked before biking towards the studio, and shared it to the whole class. her new friend, im nayeon, a year younger than her, said that they should keep one cupcake for lisa, and they all agreed. jennie felt like she had no say in it.
lisa looked different. everyone but jennie noticed until nayeon's mouth kept blabbering how gorgeous lisa looked on her blue-dyed hair. jennie looks up and thinks, pft. i can nail that better than her.
the dance classes ended after two months. jennie congratulates herself, because she only managed to say "okay" and "sure" to her mentor. it's not like lisa minded it.
shades of orange bursted from the skies, emitting a vibrant glow in the neighborhood. jennie smiles brightly, "yay, fist day of school," and took a bath and brushed her teeth and bid good bye to her mommy.
jennie rolls her eyes when she spots the now blonde-haired lisa manobal in the hallways, and she loses sight, because people flooded her view while lisa was flooded with how are you's.
jennie rolls her eyes the second time she sees lisa on third period, asking shyly to excuse the participants of her dance class. and jennie rolls her eyes the third time, because mr. jeon picked jennie as lisa's partner.
