Fireworks

Part Three

Day Two

"I am running late!" I rushed to get my things and saw the clock, it was 9 o'clock in the morning. I should be there at 7. My manager will kill me for this I swear.

I didn't bother to take a bath or brush my teeth. What I wore last night, uhm well I didn't change because I'd rather do that than to lose my job. I grabbed my back pack, and I put on some clothes in it, my personal things like toothbrush, make up, underwear... And finally took a bus to get to the location.

I called one of my team slash one of my friends.

"Hey bro, I can still make it right? Can you wait for me in front?" I asked him. Trying to locate where the hell is my mouthwash.

"Hurry up man, you should've went home early to get some sleep last night." David said.

"'kay, call you back when I get there." I hung up.

Few minutes I arrived at the Venue.

"What the hell happened to you last night?" David tossed me a peppermint candy. I'm just hoping my day wouldn't get fucked up today. I really hope our Manager won't fire me.

"Thanks," I was trying to fix my hair, and still dumbfounded with that happened last night. I'm still trying to remember what I did.

"I think I had too much fun and literally forgot we have work today." I left a nervous laugh. "Sir Yan is not mad, isn't he?"

"Nah, he'd probably just laugh at you and ask if you brought another trophy." He chuckled. Well, he's about right on that part. Sir Yan always asks me if I know someone I can set him up with.

I can still remember when I was at Starbucks with my ex boyfriend, and that was the first time David and I met because I was new to work. I saw them there, it was my off that day. Sir Yan was with his friends including David, and when they sat at the table outside. I always caught Sir Yan staring at my ex. So, I assumed he had a huge crush on my ex. But it didn't matter to me now, that guy was an ass.

We finally arrived, everyone was already preparing for the stage design. I ran as fast as I could, "Sir Yan! I'm really sorry I'm late I had few drinks—"

"I know that already, just get to work. Lay out the souvenirs. Girl next time don't come to work when you still reek of alcohol." He sounded disgusted, yup, mouthwash was good but my shirt is the same. I'll just take a shower later.

"You dead?" Anne asked, my best friend. Basically, I think she's going out with David. I wonder, they still won't say anything.

"I got busted last night." I got all the 200 pieces of the souvenirs and started the layout. It was 10:06 in the morning.

I sat at beside the pond, the gold fishes were really cute. Too bad we can't feed them. The venue really looks incredible for a wedding. It's a garden wedding I'd say, but my dream wedding will always be at the beach.

I opened my facebook account, and tried to recall the name of the guy I met last night. Was it Jack Damien Gomez?

Yeah. It was that name. How in the world I couldn't remember when I asked his name four times last night? Great, Kaela. You're really trying to put yourself in the depths of danger.

Scrolling through his profile, I clicked the "add friend" while I was at it. He was the typical senior student. We also have the same course. Well, after this I wouldn't really talk to him anymore since what happened that night will only stay there.

My phone buzzed, at least I got to charge my phone before I went to bed. Nice move.

*Jack sent you a photo*

"That fast?" I mumbled, trying not to get caught using my phone because when my manager passes by, I'd be dead meat.

He sent me his selfie with a piece sign. I giggled. I wanted to send him a selfie but I haven't really washed up, plus I don't have my make up on. I look like I've been in the battle field for several months trying to know where the heck can I escape the forest. Girls are practically complicated.

Kaela: You really took it seriously?!

Jack: Of course! Hahaha, I told you I was going to do it. Did you go home safely?

Kaela: Woah, you have the guts man, hahahaha really. Yeah I did, how about you?

Jack: I'm at Kevin's place right now. I'll go home in a few minutes. You do know my house is a bit far from here. You said you have work? Are you already there?

Kaela: Yes, I actually just arrived. At least my manager is cool with it but he strictly told me not to do it again.

"Who're you chit-chatting with that your smile is wider than the possibility you'd finish laying out the souvenirs?" Our photographer asked.

I let out a small laugh. "No one."

"You sure?" Teasing me, I gave him a thumbs up.

Finishing the layout, I went to sort and started thinking of a great design for the back drop. While putting the calla lily and white roses on the clear vase, I started to feel a bit unwell, I think I'm having my monthly period.

But I went on. I can still manage to work despite of the cramps I am feeling.

My phone left another beep.

*Jack sent you a photo*

Checking the notification and as I clicked the photo, my jaw dropped.

I have a photo with him, and seriously, Kaela?!

"Why am I holding hands with this guy and hugging him in this photo?! When did this—how did this happen?!"

What the hell happened last night? Why can't I remember anything? Why do I have this sickness that whenever I get drunk I don't remember every freaking detail! I have put my life on the line already. Great.

Scrolling down through my contacts and I was about to call Jinro and ask what the fuck happened last night. Before I dialed the phone number Jack sent a message.

Jack: I asked Kevin to take a photo of us. I felt bad that our phones were dead and didn't even take selfies so I asked one. You really look like you don't know what's happening huh hahaha

Uhm yes, I do not know and I don't have any idea how did this photo came up.

Kaela: Are you sure this isn't photo shopped?

Jack: Do you think I have the leisure of time to edit this one?

Make sense. I giggled, realizing how much of a dork I am, not remembering that we took this photo. But I think I do remember hugging him tight before Jinro took me home.

Our conversation continued, then another message pooped up. Only, it was from Mom.

Mom: Why were you crying when you went home this morning? Your eyes were puffy. What happened?

Literally. Confused. Right. Now.

"Kae! Tidy up. Let's have lunch first." Anne said, signaling to hurry up.

I looked at myself, realizing I drank too much beer last night that's why I look bloated.

"No, I'm still full. You can go."

"Well, are you sure?" She asked, I gave her a smile.

My friends say that I always have a nervous breakdown whenever I'm drinking. Complaining how life sucks and how life is unfair. We all know that already, but for some instance I still whine about it. How did I end up having this kind of thinking.

It’s always coming back...

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