Hate you to the moon and back - Jenlisa

Chapter 7

JENNIE

"Have you seen her?" Amy asks, swiping her lunch card.

"Do I care?"

I follow, swiping mine, tossing it on my tray, and carry my food to the lunch table. Rosie follows, Suho stealing a handful of her fries as he passes.

"Be careful, Jennie," Rosie says. "There's a reason Sanoa Bay has survived as long as it has. And a reason our parents don't want us over there."

"Please..." Amy chides her, sitting down next to Kai. "That video was priceless. Omega Chi supremacy."

I pull my sweater vest off over my head and set it down on the table, pulling my phone out of my bag and checking notifications. Heat dampens my forehead.

Posting that video was stupid. Jesus, what was I thinking? I'd just been so fucking hot after seeing her in that car, her sweaty paws all over Seulgi, that I whipped out my phone and started filming.

And then I went inside Mariette's and there was more confrontation. I can't stop thinking about her.

I'm always thinking about her. I just want her out of my head.

"Our money doesn't matter to them," Rosie tells Amy.

"True power doesn't come from money," I bite back, sick of Lisa using that excuse, as well. "It comes from doing things others won't. She threatened us. She challenged us. She brought this on herself."

Maybe.

And maybe I kinda went too far. I was angry when I came home last night, so I went to Wind House and worked on Mr. Green's makeup and watched Gong stitch a gash from a car accident victim that the morgue forgot to do.

But by one o'clock in the morning, it was still festering, so I just posted it. Fuck it. It was a reflex—a 'close your eyes and just do it' moment that I quickly regretted—but what did she think was going to happen? I won't stop. I don't know why, but I can't, and I know she knows that. In fact, this should have gotten a lot uglier a long time ago.

What was I supposed to do? Just let her go? Just stop?

I haven't seen her all morning, but I know she'll show up at some point. Maybe tomorrow, with her head up, refusing to speak to me, taking the high road and not giving me the satisfaction of her attention and all that bullshit.

But then I hear Roro saying,

"Jen."

And before I have a chance to turn around, someone shoves me, and I stumble, nearly falling. I spin around, spotting Lis just as her palm whips across my face. I whimper, my head jerking to the side, and the tendons in my neck screaming. I tumble to the floor, shooting out my hands to catch myself.

"Ohhhhh!" someone howls.

"Bitch!" Amy shouts.

My cheek burns like it's on fire, but I shake my head clear and climb back to my feet. Amy rushes Lisa, but I dart out and yank her back, shoving Lisa in the chest.

"Come on!" I yell.

This is between her and me. Fucking finally.

Her eyes are like lightning, and she looks like she wants to take a bite out of me. I growl, charging her. She crashes into a table, grabbing juice and throwing it at me before we spill to the ground. My claws dig into her skin and her fingers are ripping my hair out of my scalp as we go at each other—hitting, tearing, squeezing, and raging.