What is Love? [YOONLICE FANFIC]

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Ray of sunshine shines through the balcony straight into my face. The screeching sounds of alarm piercing through my ears.

"Goddamn it!" I cursed. God bless Monday, sigh. December 16 2017, another morning, another Monday, another bullshit. Great.

So let's start introducing, shall we? Lalisa Manoban. 17. Despise people, well to be exact, back stabbing two-faced assholes.

HATE drama. Well K-drama is an exception though. I've been dealing with fake peoples that shows fake interest, fake personality, fake smiles, sigh, their acting annoyed the hell outta my ass.

Why? Oh these people? They just want to be on my good side because once you start messing with my life, that's it. You're done. Of course I am very much blessed to enjoy the privilege of my wealthy life, anyways.

All rumors about my attitude, my back story are too good to be true. Damn, I murdered a person but I got away because of connections? Yeah, funny bedtime story. Wait, Actually that is pretty good story. LOL. These bunch of idiots seems can't mind their own fucking business.

I parked my range rover 2017 at the nearby diner's parking lot. I walked my way wearing washed black ripped jeans paired with a tank top and a leather jacket on top of it. I wear my usual doc martens and dark brown leather bag pack. I put on a black mask since it's getting pretty humid. I let my ashy grey hair down as it's getting blown by wind.

Academy of Arts, here I come.