Be There For You

12.

     Letting my mom go through my closet and choose an outfit which she think is "suitable and fancy" for the date, I took a shower and wore it on before styling my hair.

     Grabbing my wallet and keys from the table, I checked myself in the mirror one last time before walking towards the door and slipped into my shoes.

"Son.": my mother called out.

"Please try to like the girl, your family is counting on you...": she said.

I just sighed and nodded before heading out.

     Driving to the restaurant my mother had planed for us, I walked in and told the waiter at the counter for the reserved vip table. Its been a good whole hour since I've waited for her to come and its wasting my time. I should be in my study room marking some papers but no, guess I just have to be mama's good lil boy and wait for her. I'm so done with this shit.

     Waiting for another 5 minutes, I was done and was about to get up and leave when the door slid open, revealing a short girl wearing an expensive dress that looked like it belonged to her mother as it looked like it was from the 70's. She tied her frizzy blonde hair into a neat bun like a grandma would and caked her face with layers of makeup. I didn't even have to talk to her to know that she was the type to be spoiled a lot and probably has a large group of fake friends that were bigger than your future.

"Sorry for being late, traffic was terrible.": she said, her squeaky voice already pissing me off.

"Thats fine.": I lied.

"You drove yourself here?": she asked.

"I have limbs and know how to drive properly without knocking things over.": I said, crossing my arms.

"Haha, I have a chauffeur to drive me around and its really convenient. Do you have one?": she asked. 

"Like I said, I have limbs so no.": I answered with a scoff.

"How old are you?"

"24."

"What did your parents buy for your birthday? They bought me a Lamborghini and a few Loius Vuitton bags."

"They gave me my own freedom without having to be babysitted like you."

"Wha- Alright then, your father is rich so you must be too but looking at you, you don't seem to be wearing anything branded. Did he not see you as his son? Whats with that?": she smirked.

"My life has meaning and I'm not someone who wants the unwanted attention, unlike you.": I replied.

She sighed. "Look, I don't want this marriage shit and all so can we just cooperate this one time?"

"Great, then why don't we part ways and not waste each others time. Have a good night.": I said before standing up and left.

     Getting into my car and starting the engine, it was then when realization hit me. That girl probably has my parents phone number and would have probably informed them about what I said and how I "bullied" her. I also didn't ask for her name, great. I already have a feeling that they are already at my house, waiting for me to have their talk.

     Placing my head on the steering wheel due to frustration, I took up my phone and dialed a number, hoping he had nothing important to do.

"Sorry random chick but the number you have dial-"

"Hyung, its me."

"Owh hi kid, wassup?"

"Are you doing anything important?"