Party time

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Anusha's POV:

I was at the top of the moon, and I was incredibly happy.

Feeling relieved, I wanted to share my happiness with somebody.

I called Jackson and Bambam to spread the good news.

Me: Hello, my dear crackheads!

I said in an excited voice.

Jackson: Sounds like someone's in a good mood!

He said grumpily.

Bambam: What's up, Anu?

Me: Guys, guess what? I got a new partime job, and I'll get paid $400 per month!

Bambam: I'm so glad to hear that! Congrats!

He congratulates me.

Me: Thank you!

Jackson: Congratulations, Weirdo!! Drinks are on you next time.

Me: Thank you, dumbass. How about we do a party to celebrate this?

Jackson: Bambam can you pinch yourself for me--is this a dream or what?

Bambam: If you want to check, pinch yourself, moron! Why should I?

Bambam snapped back at him. I was laughing at them.

Jackson: I can't believe this! Usually, we have to drag you to make you go out with us, and now you're the one asking to go out for drinks!

Me: This is exactly what I don't like. If I didn't come, you'd complain about it, now I'm asking for free will and you're exaggerating!

Bambam: Come on guys, keep your shit together! Let's not waste our time bitching, you can keep your complaining session for afterward! Let's go now!

He scolded us.

Me: You're right. I don't want to waste my precious time arguing with an idiot,

Jackson: But why are you even arguing with me, kitten?

Bambam: Shut up Jack, don't start again. Let's hang up now and go.

Jackson and I: Fine, let's go. Bye.

I hung up and was walking to the parking lot when my phone rang.

That was Jungkook!

Why was he calling me now? It's only been two hours since we last talked, doesn't he have other things to do besides irritating me?

But I grudgingly answered anyway.

"Hello?" I spoke on the phone, annoyed.

"Who were you talking with? I've been trying to call you for the last five minutes." As soon as I answered his call he was already complaining.

"Don't act all bossy to me, Mr. Arrogant. I can call whoever I want and it's none of your business."

"Why are talking back to me? Why can't you just answer the question?" He snapped.

What's up to his ass?

"What do you even think of yourself as? Why should I have to answer your questions? Don't act like my Mother or my boyfriend, you are neither of them!"

"I'd rather die than become your boyfriend," he hissed into the phone.

"Hah! I'd rather kill you than become your girlfriend," I smoothly retorted.

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