Just a Little Bit

Seven

As Mack, Ginger and I were on the way to my house, the air was thick with the scent of awkwardness, unanswered questions and uneasiness and to be honest I don't know who was feeling which emotion. When we arrived at my home things were starting to get weird so I decided to break the ice the best way I know how...

"So there's this new karaoke bar downtown that I've been dying to try."

"Which Asian?", Ginger quipped.

"Korean."

"Are talking about the place where the old Cavalier & Sons used to be?", Mack inquired.

"I guess." I said.

"I'm in! You had me at Korean.", Ginger voiced.

" I guess that is the move", Mack confirmed.

We all scrambled to get dressed. I wore my galaxy tights,  Air Jordan 7 galaxy editions and a plain white tank top. I did a classic black eyeliner and some simple sheer lip gloss. I know what you're thinking, "Why not wear something cute or sexy, even racy for Mack?" Well ever since we left the hospital he hasn't said a word to me. I want to ask him if he still likes me after the situation of me fainting and Sangria barging in my home. I still need to ask him how he knew to call Ginger. All I know is there are a lot of questions to be answered but it I'm too anxious to ask. 

I ran downstairs after realizing Ginger has been calling my name for the past five minutes. Mack and Ginger embraced me ironically with stares of exasperation. 

"What? Are you guys not ready?"

"Girl! I have been calling you for 15 minutes. What in the hell have you been doing?", Ginger asked.

"Sorry I was daydreaming. Let's go."

We all headed out the door fly as can be but Mack had to be the fliest. He had on this black, short sleeve true religion shirt, black jeans and black timberland boots on with gold strings laced in-between with a gold grill hugging the bottom of his teeth and a black and gold rosary acted as his accessories. As he passed me he smelled of an arousing, lingering scent that reminded me of a incense.

By the time I was done taking in his chiseled cheekbone he was staring back at me with a kool-aid grin on his face.  

"Sorry.."

He said nothing but instead just threw me a boyish smile that made an involuntary shiver travel down my spine. 

In a matter of minutes we arrived at Saranghae Noraebang and the parking lot was packed. We walked into the door and the smell of spicy bulgogi and fresh kimchi filled my nostrils. The cherry red lights that casted down on my mocha skin gave the place a naughty, sensual vibe. 

A young man, who appeared to be in his early 20s, walked up to us to inquire how big our party was and if we wanted a standard or a luxury room. I find myself thinking a standard room will suffice but before I could say a peep Ginger cut me off.

"I'm sorry you're fine and everything but how much is this going to cost us?"

The boy blushed and smirked boyishly and responded in a husky voice, "We normally charge $32 per hour but for you, beautiful, I will charge $15 per hour...but only if you give me your number." As I was dying of embarrassment on the inside, Ginger was giggling this completely stereotypical feminine laugh. Long story short, we only paid $30. When I say we, I really mean Mack because he refused to let me pay even though it was my idea to go. 

The flirtatious host walked us back to this room that I could only assume luxury because everything was a rich gold with red accents...wait a minute..., "Excuse me sir but we didn't pay for this." At this point, Mack found this funniest situation in the world and Ginger was giving me the "girl if you don't shut up" look. The provocative host just laughed and said, "I can't have the future girlfriend be in a cramped standard room." I blushed in embarrassment and Ginger was in the process of kissing the man on the face. I figured this was a great opportunity to start singing.

I grabbed the book and typed my number in on the worn karaoke panels. I grabbed the mic as the countdown started. 3,2,1...

"An old man turned ninety-eight. He won the lottery and died the next day. It's a black fly in your chardonnay. It's a death row pardon two minutes too late. Isn't it ironic... dontcha think..."

"Oh my god here we go with Rebecca." 

"Who's Rebecca, Ginger?"

"Rebecca is Syd's cheesy side."

"It's like rainnnnnnnnn on your wedding day. It's like a free rideeeeee when you already paid. It's the good adviceeeeee that's you just didn't take..."

At this point I was really feeling the song and hitting all of the notes and my infamous points at the crowd...well mostly Mack. 

After I was done embarrassing myself, Mack and Ginger clapped for me. 

"Not that bad Rebecca. Allow me to show you how it's really done." Ginger snattched the microphone away from my hand. I plopped my but on the gold, suprisingly soft sofa. Mack and I were only a few feet away. This is very awkward. 

Ginger's new boyfriend walked in the room with sparkling grape juice, sparkling cider and water. He watched as she was giving a full out performance of "Gimme More" by Britney Spears. I turned away because I knew it was going to be her basically giving the boy a softcore porn show. 

I looked at Mack to find him already staring at me. I gasped and turned away quickly. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see him still staring at me. 

"You know, you don't have to be so shy around me."

At this point, the room got hotter and I became deaf to Ginger's incessant moan-singing. My brain turned from Jell-O to mashed potatoes. Say something you fool!!!!!!!

"Thanks..."

Dammit! Wrong Word! At this point, I wanted the ground to swallow me whole and never spit me back up. 

"Damn. You must really like me." 

What. The. F*ck.

"Huh?"

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like an a$s but any girl who likes me never talks to me and when they do; they say or do something weird."

"You think I'm trying to act like this?"

"I do think your trying to act like this.", he smirked.

This dude is unbelievable. I huffed and crossed my arms on my chest. How dare he! I wanted to be as far as possible away from this jerk. 

I heard Ginger say something but I didn't pay attention to her. I looked up out of my fit of rage and saw there was nobody in the room except for me and a$sclown.

"Hey."

"what."

"Aye."

"WHAT?"

"...okay. I'm sorry. I get like this when I get rejected."

"What?"

"I didn't stutter." 

"You have got to be kidding me?! I never said I didn't want you."

"Yeah but you never said you did."

"I lowkey do."

"Lowkey?"

"Kinda."

Mack looks at me for a while and says, "Fuck it!"