I Work for a Jerk

Excus-

Jungkook dropped me off mid afternoon and I spent at least two hours screaming into my pillow. I was having a constant war in my head, one side saying that I loved him again, then the other was pleading to push him down stairs. He wasn't a complete jerk to me anymore, but then again, that's only because I changed my appearance. If I still looked the same he would still probably be an ass which still made him a dick but... 

UGH damnit.

I rolled off of my bed in defeat and headed to the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and chugging it down.

"You look like you're hungover."

I turned to see Chris at the door, tugging his small suitcase through.

"More or less." I said, grinning at him. Even though it had only been two days, I was so happy to see him.

"More or less?" Chris raised an eyebrow. "Did you finally drink and I wasn't here?"

"No." I reassured him, helping him with his bags. "I didn't drink it's just," I let out a long sigh. "A lot of stuff happened within the span of two days."

"Well lucky for you I am bored as shit from sitting on a subway next to a women who sucked at sudoku and a man who was reading the number one romance novel of 1875."

"Goodness." I laughed. "Did you just sit there the whole time?"

"Yeah, I lost my headphones the day before and my phone was running low on battery, so I didn't want to die it out. It was the worst."

"Well," I said, plopping down on the couch. "You're going to want to sit."

I told him first about the party that Jungkook took me to, and everything that happened with Sawyer. Then I explained the bug the DeHavens sent over on the computer, moving over to everything that happened with Chace. As I told it, the more I thought about it, the whole situation sounded like something that was in a movie, or dramatic t.v show which for some reason kind of made me smile. 

Even though throughout the whole thing with Chace Chris wanted to burst out talking, he kept quiet until the end of the story, the ending making him almost fall off the couch.

"He kissed you?" He choked. "And you didn't hit him?"

I shrugged in guilt. "I didn't want to."

Chris let out a childish laugh and bounced up onto his knees. "Well makes sense. He heroically saves you, makes you stay at his house because he is worried, oh my god, even i'm blushing."

"I don't know what to think." I admitted. "Half of me is screaming like you, and then the other is sulking uncontrollably."

"You didn't push him away when he kissed you, and you ended up not calling a cab. I think I know what side of your head is winning." Chris gave me a cheeky grin.

"Ah, but what am I going to do at work tomorrow? I'm sure he's going to be all cocky around me and i'll just be awkward."

"Humm." Chris thought about it. "Oh, okay I got it. So we have to go get earpieces and that way you can stay in constant contact with me, and i'll tell you what to do and say so you don't do something stupid."

"No." I hit him in the arm. "You are going to make me say flirtatious stuff, which will just make me want to throw up."

"Well," Chris shrugged. "That's what he's going to be doing."

"I just," I leaned back in frustration. "He would still be an ass if I didn't look like this, right? Even though he is nice now, part of me keeps coming back to that."