I Work for a Jerk

Blow me one last kiss

I couldn't force myself to throw the dress away. I wanted to so badly, but every time I tried to do anything with it, my hands just wouldn't move. I laid on my bed in the hotel room, looking up at the ceiling. I kept my arm over my face, catching the tears before they fell.

I turned my phone off after the third call from Jungkook. For years I always told myself if I was ever in a relationship and something like this happened, I would let the other person explain first to avoid any misunderstandings, but I really can't think of anything he could say that would make me forgive him. Even if I did, we could never be in a relationship. He knew this, and he still made me fall for him. I couldn't figure out what he was thinking. Did he really like me and just thought he could get out of the engagement? Or keep it a secret until it was too late? Or was he really just dragging me around this whole time?

There was a light knock on the door then. I rolled over, burying my head in my pillow, waiting for the person to go away, but there was another knock.

"Go away." I whined into the pillow. I had a guess of who it was and I rather jump out the window then see him right now.

"Open the door, it's me."

I shot up when recognizing the voice. I quickly cleared the tears from my face and rubbed hard at my eyes, trying to get the red away. I opened the door slowly, peeking my head through.

"Shouldn't you still be at the party?" I asked to Imani who now stood in front of my door in jeans and a hoodie.

"I left right after you did." She said softly. "Can I come in?"

I nodded, opening the door a little more so she could slide in. She looked around for a second, her eyes darting to the tear soaked pillow and the white dress crumbled on the floor.

"I know I won't be able to say anything to make you feel better," Her voice was cautious as she turned to face me. "So how about we do something instead?"

"I don't really feel like going out." I shoved my hands in the pockets of my jacket. "Everything's a mess now." I motioned to my face.

"Actually, your makeup is holding out pretty well." Imani smiled lightly, moving towards me and running her thumbs under my eyes. "Come on, please? If we get there and you still don't want to do anything we can come back, okay?"

"Well where are we going?" I sighed out.

"It's a surprise." She smiled, holding out her hand to me.

I shut my eyes for a second, breathing in deeply before taking her hand and following her out the door to god knows where.

***

"You're kidding." I muttered as we stood in front of a very lit up building.

"What?" She looked over with an amused smile. "Won't it be fun? You are an adult here, you can drink."

"I don't know..." I shook my head slowly.

"Come on." Imani grabbed my hand and dragged me in.

It was pretty loud in the Karaoke bar. There were a lot of drunk people, stumbling up to the stand and picking songs. A lot of them were surprisingly singing English songs, which made it that much more funny. I even found myself smiling when a guy almost fell off the stage while trying to dance to Beyonce.

Imani pulled me up to the bar and sat down at the stools. A man came by and looked us up and down.

"What can I get for you?" He spoke in English.

"Ooh." Imani jerked her head back. "Look at this guy all fluent. Well, we need some stuff to get this kid in the mood for singing." She put a hand on my shoulder.