Bittersweet 채니 (Editing)

1 - We're Not Friends

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Jennie Kim had it all. She was the head cheerleader, dating the quarter back of the football team, practically OWNED the whole damn school and to top it all off, she was sexy as hell and smart as a whip.

Everyone feared yet envied her in a way no one could describe.

She had the whole world wrapped around her little pinky.

...well, almost the whole world.

"What the fuck are you doing in my seat Park?" she sneered at the blonde currently occupying her chair. She was leaning back with her black Doc Martens propped up on the table in front of her.

Roseanne Park Chaeyoung.

She hated her. She was too carefree, too stubborn, too dumb and too fucking annoying to waste any of her time and energy. Of course those weren't the only reason why she disliked her so much. The primary reason was the she was so goddamn defiant. Everyone, EVERYONE else bent to her will except Roseanne Park and it pissed Jennie off to no end.

The blonde sighed lazily and chewed her gum for a moment more- that's another thing Jennie didn't like about her. The girl chewed gum nonstop, all fucking day! She probably brushed her teeth with the shit still in her mouth!

Before Jennie got the chance to yank the sticky substance out of the girls mouth herself, she sat up and removed her sunglasses.

WHO THE FUCK WEARS SUNGLASSES INSIDE?

"What?" Rosé asked.

"Your ass. Out of my chair. NOW."

Rosé looked at the raging girl up and down before smiling devilishly.

"Oh is this your seat? I'm sorry, I had no idea," she said, flashing her perfect white teeth but not making any attempt to move. Of course she knew it was her seat.

"Move," Jennie said assertively, not wanting to show how angry she actually was. Rosé rolled her eyes playfully before standing up. To add to Jennie's hate list: how much taller Rosé was than her. She had a good 3 inches on her meaning that the blonde looked down on Jennie. No one looks down on Jennie.

Suddenly Rosé brought her hand up to stroke the back of Jennie's cheek gently.

"As you wish your majesty," she breathed out in a low voice, the gag inducing smell of cigars and spearmint washing over Jennie. Her eyes grew colder as she slapped Rosé's hands away.

"Don't you fucking touch me SLUT," Jennie growled before shoving past Rosé and plopping into her seat.

The blonde shook her head and made her way to the back of the room to her regular spot in Geography, next to one Jisoo Kim.

"Hey Nerd," she greeted.

"Roseanne," Jisoo nodded back, not looking up from her Korean History homework.

"Ew."

"Your fault."

The two girls met each other's gazes before laughing. Despite Rosé being one of the resident badasses she got on well with cool nerd Jisoo Kim. Probably because she hasn't slept with her. Yet.

While Jisoo was yes, currently second in their class she was a less loser nerd with a pocket protector and more hot librarian without the glasses and better dressed. Their friendship began last year when Jisoo started tutoring Rosé. Every lesson the other girl would make a pass at her. It was the first time someone has blatantly ignored her. Usually people either fell at her feet or gave her cheek a firm open-handed slap to the cheek. Can you guess which gender did which more often? Jisoo just kept right in going with the lesson, saying something really intelligent to confuse the other girl. Rosé finally stopped trying and they began to have genuinely friendly conversations. Jisoo was only one of the two people that Rosé considered REAL friends.