I Work for a Jerk

Not over you

Alright guys bear with me on this one, it is going to go back and forth like dramatic singing shit in the movies, so yeah. Here's the song== 

So listen when ready!!

I flew back to New York before everyone else. They didn't need me there and I really didn't want to be there. I kept to myself when I got home, despite Chris nagging me to tell him what was wrong. He would say I told you so, I knew it.

I stayed in my room most of the time, unless Mr. Pitillo called me into work, but the first two days he did, he realized he wouldn't get much out from me. After three days to myself he called me. He told me if I felt like it I could come in, but he didn't need me. I decided to get out of bed and go to work, thinking maybe actually doing something would be good, but once I got there, I felt my eyes cringe.

Just seeing his office made me clench my jaw. I tried to ignore it and walked right into Mr. Pitillo's office, leaning just my head in first.

"I'm here, sir." I said, my voice quiet.

"So you are." He said with a light smile. "Well, can you do a favor for me? I need you to run these papers down to styling."

I nodded, moving into the office to grab the papers. "Does it matter who I give it to?"

"No, any of them will do." He was being cautious with his words. Mr. Pitillo was one of the very few that knew about Jungkook and I. I wasn't sure if he knew what had happened, but he definitely picked up that we had a falling out.

"I'll be right back then." My voice sounded tired even to my own ears as I walked out of his office and head down to the stylist floor. I stood in the quiet elevator, just looking forward. Different memories of him flashing in my mind, making me a little angry at myself.

The elevator opened and I shook away the tears that were starting to form. I walked out, looking around for someone I knew. Ironically, the first person I spotted was Kylee. She didn't see me until I was a few feet away from her.

"Here." I held out the papers from her. "Mr. Pitillo asked me to give this to you. It's the new schedule I think."

Kylee looked at me for a minute before taking the papers and nodded. "Thanks." She said, her voice soft. Thinking I was done, I moved to leave. "Drew, hold on a second." She called.

I turned to face her, eyebrows up in slight question. I didn't say anything as she took a step towards me, biting down on her bottom lip.

"I know you might not want to talk about it," She looked at me very carefully. "But if you want to-"

"Talk about what?" I said, thinking I could play it off.

"You and Jungkook." She said bluntly. "One of the girls that works in the South Korean branch told me you two had a pretty big fight. She didn't know about what, but it was obviously bad enough to result in you leaving early."

I let out a light sigh as I shoved my hands in my back pocket. "He-" I've wanted to tell people. I wanted to cry and yell about everything, but I knew everyone would just give me the look of, you should have seen it coming.

"I know I am not your mom." Kylee let out a brief sigh at my struggling to get out words. "But I do care for you a lot, and I want to listen and try my best to make you feel better. So, if you want to talk, whenever, just let me know."