I Work for a Jerk

SON OF A-

Senior year of high school, Prom night

I watched with longing eyes at the boy I have been drooling over since freshmen year. The boy known as Jeon Jungkook. He was perfect. Every part of him was perfect. His hair, his cat eyes, his body, his clothes, his voice, his personality- well, I have never actually talked to him, but i'm sure he is nice.

I slowly pushed my glasses up as I watched him dance with the girl he came here with. I shouldn't be torturing myself like this. Watching the two of them just hurt. To be fair though, she had thin hair and a body to match. She had chicken legs and arms, which apparently was attractive nowadays. Looks were everything. Looks and confidence. And seeing as I didn't really have either of those... well... My frizzy brown hair that was never down and my not attractive harry potter glasses and the fact that I really didn't look too good in tight clothing... Yeah, I looked good.

I sighed deeply as I forced myself to look away. I only came because my dad didn't want my little sister here alone. You know how there are sometimes a really attractive sibling with all the looks and charms and then the other is super smart and all that? You know how the older one is normally the pretty one? Yeah... not with us. My younger sister was a polar opposite of me. We got along though, despite the fact that I was disappointed in her most of the time, seeing as she would come home throwing up alcohol most Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. She was a good kid when she was just with me, but I guess that happens a lot.

Anyway, i'm a chaperone. Normally, I would be home trying to finish until dawn without killing anyone. I wish constantly that there would be a psycho or supernatural creature who would run in. I have come up with every possible situation so that I would defeat the monster, look like a hero and Jungkook would fall in love with me. I might accidentally let whatever comes in to kill Lauren (The girl he is currently grinding on).

"Now how did a girl like you end up in a place like this?"

I looked up to see a boy behind the table I was leaning on. There was a pretend bar here. Like really pretend. Vodka was sprite, pina colada was coconut water, and a red sangria was a capri sun squeeze into a plastic cup. I smiled lightly at who I was looking at.

"Fella done me wrong." I played along.

The boy put his elbows on the counter and smiled playfully at me. "What are you doing here, Drew? I thought you said you wouldn't be caught dead here?"

I let out an irritated sigh as I looked up at Chris, one of my only friends. And before you think anything, we would not make a cute couple because he is gay to the moon and back. We did date though, my sophomore year. We broke up and a month after he came out of the closet. Third guy in a row that has happened with surprisingly.

"My dad wanted me to chaperone my sister. He doesn't trust her." I waved my hands in high sarcasm.

Chris choked out a laugh. "You should have told me you were coming. I would have been your date again."

"Didn't you say you were going to bring a date?"

"Eh," He shrugged. "I knew I would be stuck behind here all night, so I just told him I would see him back at his place." He winked.

I gagged and rolled my eyes. Chris was one of the biggest players I have had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. Is it still considered a fuckboy if they are gay?

"So have you just been staring at Jungkook all night?"

"No." I said quickly, melting at the look he gave me. "Okay yes. He's just so dreamy." I looked back over at him, leaning my head on my hand.

"He is with someone else, Drew."

"I know that." I snapped. "Doesn't mean I can't look at him with longing and lust."

Chris's face suddenly fell pale as he was looking slightly to the side. I was about to ask what was wrong, but then turned around to see myself. Jungkook and Lauren were walking off the dance floor. Directly. To. Us.

Shit.

I turned down to my drink quickly as they sat a few seats away from me. Chris went up to them to ask if they wanted anything to drink. I played with my glass as I just looked down. I have liked this guy for four years. I was good at hiding my feels around him.

"Hey."

I looked up slowly to see the two looking at me. He was looking at me for the first time in forever. His beautiful brown, slim eyes were actually looking at me.

"You're Dorthy, right?" Lauren said in her annoying 2000 typical high school movie voice.

I blinked, tilting my head as Chris muffled a laugh.

"Or Dora? You know what, it doesn't matter." She turned in her chair so she was facing me. "Why do you keep creepy looking at my man?"

I felt a hammer at my chest, but I didn't let it show in my face. "Look Lavern," I said her name wrong on purpose. "I get that you think you can hold your liquor because you drink it twice a day, and I really do hate to break it you, but you're drunk."

And now you see why my only friend is a sassy as fuck gay man. Lauren gasped as Jungkook stood and walked slightly over to me. Oh my god oh my god oh my god. I sat up straight and looked at him.

"Sorry about her." He smiled his award winning smile. I fell more in love with him if that was even possible. He was looking down at me, his eyes burning in my soul. Oh god I might faint. I was about to smile up at him when he spoke again.

"What she was really trying to say was please stop looking at me. You looking at me is making me feel less hot because, well," He looked me up and down. "You are not very pretty. So please stop."

I couldn't process what just happened, what he just said. He just called me ugly. That's what he was getting at. My heart shattered as Chris looked at us with a blank stare.

Now as you might have guessed, I am not the crying type. I tend to express my feelings slightly different.

"SON OF A-" I stood quickly, knocking over my chair. I grabbed my drink and shot it up right in his face. He stumbled back, putting his hands to his eyes.

"If you say something like that to me again, the next thing that will be coming out will be your teeth." I spat, spinning on my heels and walking out.

Screw him. Screw this stupid school and my dumb sister. Screw my god damn dad for making me come. Screw Jeon Jungkook, the boy I so naively wasted my time on for the past four years.

I'll kill him. I swear to god I will kill that narcissistic asshole.

Ha...ha... does the title make sense yet? But can we talk about the picture? Am I the only one that is dying?