weakness of queens - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

POV :- JENNIE
The world had always been divided into two types of people-those who held power and those who were crushed beneath it. I had learned that lesson early, too early, and I had vowed never to be on the losing side again.
Standing at the top of Blackwood University's social hierarchy had never been my goal; it was just a byproduct of survival. When Rosé, Irene, and I walked into this school, we hadn't planned on making waves-not yet. But the moment I saw Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi being pushed around like they were nothing, something inside me snapped.
Maybe it was because I saw too much of my past in them.
Maybe it was because I hated people like Minho, who thought fear was the only way to control others.
Or maybe, just maybe, I was simply bored.
The rooftop was a place of solitude, where the wind carried away secrets and the city lights reminded me of the empire I had built. I often found peace here, but today, it was a battlefield of words.
Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi hesitated as they approached. They were unsure, unsteady, yet there was something in their eyes-an ember waiting to ignite.
I leaned against the railing, my voice calm yet commanding. "Minho won't back down. You humiliated him, and people like him don't forget things like that."
Lisa crossed her arms, her confidence masking her unease. "So what do you suggest? That we hide? We've been doing that for years."
Rosé chuckled, her gaze sharp as ever. "No, we're saying you need to fight back. But not recklessly. If you want to survive in this school, you need to start thinking like us."
Jisoo, ever the cautious one, met my gaze. "And what exactly does that mean?"
Irene smirked, stepping forward. "It means power isn't given-it's taken. You either control the game or get played."
Seulgi's brows furrowed. "We're not like you."
Jennie's eyes darkened slightly. "Neither were we. Once."
I saw the way Lisa's hands curled into fists. She hated this feeling-powerlessness. And I understood. It was a feeling I had sworn never to experience again.
The next morning, I watched as Lisa walked up to her locker, her movements stiff. The moment she opened it, the red paint spilled down like blood, staining her books, her belongings, her pride. A single note sat inside, mocking her.
You should have stayed in your place.
Lisa's jaw clenched. Seulgi and Jisoo flanked her sides, their faces set in grim expressions. The fear Minho wanted them to feel-it wasn't working. Instead, I saw something else in Lisa's eyes. Something dangerous.
She turned to me, her voice low but firm. "So what do we do?"
I stepped closer, meeting her gaze. "We show him who really runs this school."
That night, we moved like shadows through the school. Silent. Calculated. Lethal.
Rosé picked Minho's locker open within seconds. Inside, his prized possessions sat untouched. He had always been careless, believing that fear alone would protect him. But fear was fleeting, and perception was everything.
I lifted his expensive wallet, flipping through the ridiculous amount of cash inside. I glanced at Lisa, who was watching me closely.
She hesitated. "And what exactly do you plan to do?"
I smiled, slow and deliberate. "We're going to destroy him. Piece by piece."
The next morning, the cafeteria was a scene of chaos. Whispers filled the air, spreading like wildfire.
Minho stormed in, his face red with rage. His locker had been emptied, his secrets exposed, his power shattered overnight. And we had made sure the entire school knew it.
His debts. His humiliations. His false bravado. All of it laid bare for everyone to see.
I sipped my coffee as I watched him shake with anger, his fists clenching at his sides. Rosé and Irene were relaxed, enjoying the show. Lisa, Jisoo, and Seulgi, on the other hand, were still processing what had just happened.
"You... actually took him down," Jisoo murmured.
I placed my cup down, tilting my head slightly. "We don't fight battles we can't win."
Lisa exhaled, shaking her head in disbelief. "You really are dangerous."
Rosé grinned. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Lisa didn't respond right away. But I could see it-the way her shoulders squared, the way Jisoo's lips curled into a small smile, the way Seulgi's eyes held something close to admiration.
They understood now.
Power wasn't given. It was taken.
And they were ready to take it.
That night, I stood alone on the rooftop, letting the wind whip through my hair. The city lights shimmered below, but my mind was elsewhere.
Rosé and Irene had gone back to our penthouse, but I needed time to think. I wasn't foolish enough to believe this war was over. Minho was down, but he wasn't out. He would try to strike back. And when he did, he would learn the hard way that we weren't just schoolgirls playing a game.
We were queens. And a queen never loses.
A soft shuffle of footsteps caught my attention. Lisa.
She leaned against the railing beside me, silent for a moment. Then, she spoke. "You didn't have to help us, you know."
I smirked. "I know."
She exhaled, shaking her head. "Why did you?"
I turned to her, my gaze steady. "Because I know what it's like to be powerless. And I know what it takes to change that."
Lisa's eyes met mine, and for the first time, I saw something there-a challenge, a spark. The ember of something yet to come.
The war had only just begun.