[ ✔ ] We're Not Friends ▪ Jenlisa
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  • Reads 2,562,449
  • Votes 62,446
  • Parts 31
  • Time 9h 23m
Complete, First published Mar 23, 2018
A bitchy brat straight when it comes to everything- Jennie meets the playgirl badass top of her game Lisa on unexpected day in unimaginable way.


The two were like fire and ice, so what could go wrong?


Disclaimer:


I know that there's already many version of this fic out there, but this story's plotline was simply just one of my favorite and I wanted to share it for those who doesn't have a chance to read it. So I thought of sharing this with you.


[ CONVERTED ] and RETITLED [Originally SWEET NOTHINGS] ALL RIGHTS WILL GO RIGHTFULLY TO THE AUTHOR.
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Her stride radiated arrogance; she moved as if she owned the place. Lithe and tall, she had a rough-around-the-edges charm that was undeniably womanly. With a raw and powerful sex appeal, she captivated the attention of everyone in the restaurant. When the woman finally stopped in front of her, she remained unsmiling. She took the seat across from her. "Jennie Ruby Jane Kim," she said, her tone tinged with boredom. "Lalisa Manoban," Jennie replied, showing little interest. She didn't bother to smile. What was the point? "I ordered for us. I've been waiting for you for forty-five minutes." The ash-blonde woman frowned, tilting her head as she assessed the brunette's expression. "And what makes you think you know my preferences?" "For chrissake, it's just food," Jennie snapped, annoyed. "What did you get for me?" "Pasta." "Then clearly, you don't know what I like at all. Want to know what I actually want for dinner?" "What?" The Thai woman smirked before replying, "You."