Where Were You When I Needed You? (Jenlisa)

and we're off...

"Lucy! Baby get back here!" the seventeen year old puffed as she ran after her three year old daughter, holding a toddler dress in one hand, and Chanel shoes in the other.

Lucy Kim giggled happily as she ran through the house in only her pull ups and undershirt, quickly jumping behind the couch in the living room, and ducking down in hopes her mother wouldn't find her. She just didn't want to get dressed that morning. She giggled quietly to herself when she saw her bare feet under the couch, covering her little mouth. The little girl have dark brown hair with bangs, that almost covers her brown eyes. She was an exact replica of the mother she barely knew existed.

Nayeon strolled into the living room where she found her distressed sister calling out her niece's name. "Everything alright?" she asked as she nibbled on a piece of bacon.

Jennie looked at her older sister, desperation in her eyes. "No. Lucy won't get dressed and I have to take her to daycare on the way to school, but she isn't cooperating and I am going to be late," Thankfully, she herself was completely ready for school, except her shoes. She was wearing a black crop-top with the Chanel logo and high waisted jeans that she was going to pair with her Nike air force ones. Her hair was in a bun.

Nayeon frowned and glanced behind the couch where she was Lucy sitting with her back facing her aunt and chuckled lightly. She ate the last bit of bacon and walked over, plucking the little girl from her hiding spot, making her sister heave a sigh of relief.

Lucy squealed with laughter, kicking her legs, "Look mommy!" she hollered excitedly, holding her arms out, "I'm a kite!"

Jennie couldn't help but smile at her adorable daughter, gathering the toddler in her arms, and kissing her forehead. "Yes you are. And you are also making me late. C'mon baby. Let's get you dressed," she carried her back upstairs after thanking her sister for her help.

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So far, her school day went the same. Uneventful. Except for seeing her  every corner Jennie turned. It was like she was everywhere and Jennie couldn't get rid of her. Especially since she was in her history class which was where she was heading now. Jennie slipped in unnoticed, typical, as whoever was in the classroom was chatting away with their friends, and sat in her seat in the middle row by the window.

Jennie pulled her phone out of her bag to check for any messages from Lucy's daycare. Thankfully, none. The final bell rang and she put her device away as the last of the students filed into the classroom. Jennie caught her eyes as she walked to her seat in the second row and quickly looked away, and into her backpack as she pulled her History notebook and textbook out.

Lisa Manoban slumped down in her seat and glanced back at Jennie, watching secretly as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear while she turned to the page written on the board. Lisa kept watching her until she was snapped from her thoughts when her girlfriend, Nancy, sat in front of her, and gave her a dazzling smile.

"Hey babe," she cooed, leaning over her desk and giving her a kiss. Nancy McDonie was the epitome of the perfect girl. With her long wavy dark brown hair that fell to her lower back and her big brown eyes, her perfectly toned body, and also being a straight A student, she couldn't be beat.

Lisa smiled briefly at her as their teacher walked in and told everyone to settle down and take their books out.

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Halfway through the lesson, Lisa spaced out, and starting sketching in the corner of her notebook, not realizing what she was drawing exactly. She ran her hand through her hair and leaned back to examine the drawing, blinking in surprise when she saw Jennie's smiling face staring back at her.

"Miss Manoban!"

Her attention was shattered from her sketch to Mr. Hyun Suk, her History teacher and principle of the school. Lisa blinked at him, attempting to gather her thoughts. "Umm.. Yes?"

Mr. Hyun Suk sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "Again what ended in 1783?" he asked impatiently, crossing his arms.

Lisa hesitated as she covered the drawing with her arm then smiled cheekily at him, "Uh... 1782?"

Mr. Hyun Suk raised an eyebrow at the girl as the classroom was filled with giggles, sighing deeply. "NO. The Revolutionary War. Have you paid attention to anything I've said in the past thirty minutes?" Before Lisa could respond, he continued, "No. You haven't. Listen, your grades have been dropping a lot lately. I am going to have to assign you a tutor," he made his way over to his desk and picked up a list of his students to choose from.

Nancy's eyes lit up as she straightened up in her seat, hand shooting up into the air, "I'll do it!"

Mr. Hyun Suk leaned against the desk and looked at her, shaking his head, "I appreciate it Miss McDonie. But I have heard about your reputation for tutoring with Miss Manoban. They don't always end with very good results."

The brunette frowned and crossed her arms, defeated.

"Instead, I think I'll be choosing..." Mr. Hyun Suk skimmed over the names and pointed at one, smiling, "Miss Kim. Jennie Kim."

A snap was heard from said girls desk and everyone turned to look towards the sound, being met with a very shocked Jennie as she stared at their teacher. Realizing everyone was looking at her, including Lisa, she blinked, and took on an emotionless expression as she slowly lowered the broken half pencil to her desk. "Me?"

Mr. Hyun Suk smiled at her, "Yes. Is that a problem?"

Yes!

Jennie shrieked in her mind, but of course if she refused, Lisa would think she wanted nothing to do with her because she was still mad about what had happened between them. And she wanted her to think she was over it. Even though Jennie wasn't and she desperately wanted her to realize she was madly in love with the younger Thai, and came, and actually did right with her.

But that wouldn't happen. Because Lisa is with Nancy, and Jennie is a teenage mother.

So she just smiled politely at her teacher and nodded.

"No of course not."

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