Joji Imagines

Yeah Right

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You scanned the club, drunk off your mind. You couldn't imagine a better way to spend your breakup. Your friends were there for you, but you ignored them. You waited your whole life for him to let you down. It was a whatever, anyways.

"Find a guy, we'll take cute insta pics, you'll be fine," Britt said. You laughed and pulled the shot up to your lips. You threw it back.

"Another round on me," a guy in a denim jacket walked up to the bar and smiled at my whole group.

"Ooh, thank you, Mister," Aliyah shouted over the music.

Britt looked at you with wide eyes. You shook your head. When she continued to look at you, you turned to the mystery man. He was really cute. Oddly familiar, but cute nonetheless. You turned your seat to look at the rest of the crowd, dancing to the loud music. You scan to look for a guy to dance with.

"Nah, it's cool. You girls are too pretty not to be treated like queens," he laughed.

You rolled your eyes as the other girls giggled. The bartender slid shots your way. You downed one.

"You're one hell of a girl," he leaned against the bar and looked at you.

You raised an eyebrow to him.

"Person. I meant. I meant person. You're one hell of a person," he joked.

"The name is (Y/N)," you smiled and turned to Britt. She gave you a big thumbs up.

"George," he slid his wallet out to tip the bartender. There was more money in there than you've ever seen in your life.

"Maybe we should dance," you grabbed his hand over the wallet.

"Yeah, yeah. Sounds nice," he smiled up at you. You bit your lip. You turned to Britt and winked before George pulled you onto the dance floor.

The lights were flashing shades of blue and purple. You could feel your body begin to sweat, but you felt lost in your dancing. He was grabbing your hips as you moved over him. A song that you immediately recognized began..

Imma fuck up my life.
Imma fuck up my life.

You began to sing along with it. George was confused, of course.

"I love this song," you turned to him. He had a small smile in the lights.

"Yeah," he pressed his finger tips into your hips.

"Whatcha know about love," you began. "Whatcha know about life? Whatcha know about blood? Bitch, you ain't even my type-"

"Yeah, right. Yeah, right," he sang into your ear. It sent shivers down your spine.

You took a step back, "that's why you look so damn familiar."

He shook his head and looked down. He was upset.

"What," you asked.

"The song says it all, doesn't it," he pushed past you to the exit. What a fucking dick.

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You sat on the curb and let out a sigh. You pulled a cigarette out, "got a light?"

He chuckled and shook his head. He passed you a small zippo lighter. You lit your cigarette and passed it back to him.