just one day

39.

I wiped my mouth after throwing up last nights dinner, I flushed the toilet and turning around walking to the sink.

I breathed heavily trying to control my emotions that came along with this whole pregnancy thing.

There was a knock on the door, followed behind a voice. "Maya? Are you sure you okay?" Emma asks.

"Yeah. It's probably a stomach virus or something" I lied.

Until I get my life together which won't be in a long time, I'm staying here. With Emma. I informed her on everything, the whole me and Yoongi not talking part, my mother coming back to Korea in a couple of days, me looking for a part time job.

I just happened to leave out a small little detail. The fact that Yoongi can't pull out, and now I'm carrying his child.

I haven't even told my mom yet, I don't know how I'm going to either. Maybe I should say something funny like, "hey mom, I'm sorry I couldn't get you anything for your birthday because I didn't have a money so, I got you a grandchild... yay. I'm pregnant!"

I'd get my ass beat. I sigh turning off the water and walking out the room. Emma sat on the edge of the bed watching television.

"Are you sure you don't have a fever? You been like this since Taehyung dropped you off yesterday" she says.

I'm pregnant and I don't know what the hell I'm doing to do. That's why it's been hard for me to sleep, or eat, let alone even think.

"no, fever" I assure her.

I wish it was a damn fever.

"What's on the schedule today? You want to hit the mall? Go shopping, see a movie?" She asks.

I walk to the desk grabbing my purse off of it, "can't... I'm gonna go look for a job", I tell her causing herself eyebrows to frown.

"Job?" She asks as if she hasn't heard the term before.

"It's this thing we're people who aren't rich, work to get money"

"N-no, I know what it is. I'm asking because why do you need to get one. Don't you already get money like from your mom and everything?" She asks me.

"A lot of things are different now, Em" I pause thinking about how me being pregnant is going to effect my life.

"Besides I told my mom I had a job, so I need to get one before she gets down here in three days" I explain causing her to nod.

"Alright, well call me if you need anything" she tells me. I nod walking out her room.

-

"any work experience?" the hiring manager asked me.

"I previously worked as a team member at McDonald's, I was also a waitress and a hostess at Cocoa's Cafe, and I once was a cashier at a auto parts store" I explain with a greeting smile.

She nods looking over my resume, "it says here that your in first year of college, is that correct?" She asks.

"Yes, Ma' am" I answer honestly.

"Well consider yourself hired" she says smiling.

"Really? Thank you so much!"

"You have the experience and the attitude for this type of job. It's pretty easy if you make it to be, I just hope you won't have school interfere with it" she tells me causing me to nod understanding.

"So the pay is 9.43 an hour, plus tips. Usual are severs work up to 30 to 62 hours a week, so it's most like you'll be bringing home around two hundred or even three a max, every week" she explains.