Cheers to Us

Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right.

Taylor Swift

KOV

It's Friday night again, you know what that means. If you don't, well it means another breakup, eating a whole carton of Ben and Jerry's, and then driving to an old, dirty bar, and drown in bottles of beer and vodka. That kind of usual, for Asami and me, I mean.

Asami slammed her bottle of booze down wagged her finger at me. She then flipped her hair and lazily wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. This is absolutely why I hate it when she gets drunk.

"I'm tired of this bullshit, Korra!" she exclaimed at me. I sighed in agreement and Asami continued talking. "Every Friday night is the same thing, we both get dumped by some douche, and then we get wasted two hours after the breakup! We just can't do this any more, we're both 19 years old, and we just can't date a new guy every week."

I sighed and took another swipe of my beer. Asami did have a point, I think we've just been too caught up with guys that we forgot that we're still in college, that we're getting paid like minimum wage, we still have to pay off our student loans, and to top it all off, we have to pay for gas, food, and shit. It's definitely something that makeup sex can't help us with.

Asami and I have practically known each other since the seventh grade. Her father Hiroshi Sato, a CEO of a really famous company in NYC, which is just a couple minutes away from where we live, just leaves Asami to the wolves when she refuses to go to Harvard to take a major in business. He refuses to pay for her college tuition, so it was up for Asami to take up the responsibility of getting a job in college and get really good grades during high school so that she could come here.

And for me, hi I'm Korra. I moved to New York all the way from Alaska when I was 11. I just get really homesick sometimes. And now the fact that I'm in the real world, the world where the economy seriously stinks, doesn't really help at all. I never really grew up with a lot of money like Asami did, considering that my dad left and my mom worked two jobs. So, I had to man up and plan for my future. I had to get like really good grades, get a job, and write the most kick ass essay for me to get into NYU.

Asami and I are really different and alike in our own ways. I, for one, am going here to study medicine and hopefully become a doctor, and Asami's here to major in acting and film making. But I honestly doubt the fact that one day Asami will become a famous actress and live in L.A. Don't tell her that. The odds are is that she'll get no job and live with me for the rest of her life.

Asami and I dated a lot of guys ever since this new year of college started. All of them turned out to be total jerks. So, that's how we usually end up drinking our hearts out here, in this bar.

I sighed, "I know, Asami. I'm tired of this too. Maybe we should just stop dating guys for a while and focus on our future and college. Before you know it, we could be graduating from NYU, move to a different state, get married, and have kids."

Asami nodded. "You're right, Korra. I don't even know why we went on a dating frenzy, we're probably the well known sluts in our dorm."

I laughed. "People can think what they want." I looked at my phone to check the time. "Oh, shit! It's 1 in the morning, I have to go to work tomorrow!" I quickly grabbed my bag from the counter and pulled out a twenty to pay for our drinks. I grabbed Asami's wrist and dragged her out with me.

"Korra, wait up! Tomorrow's Saturday, I thought you don't work on the weekends." Asami pulled on the strap of her heels and stopped in front of me.

"Well, Tori told me that some models will be coming to take picture with the shoppers and that it will be crazy and that they'll need some extra workers to help out." Asami nodded in understanding. Cliché or not, but I work at Abercrombie and Fitch in Time Square. And in the spirit of Christmas, some models will be there to take photos with the shoppers. And if you mix crazy girls with some super hot ass models, someone always ends up dead or arrested.

"Hey, Korra can I come to work with you tomorrow? I'd like to take a peek at some of those models you've been telling me about," Asami said. I rolled my eyes. "Asami, less than twenty minutes ago, you just promised that we wouldn't date anyone, and now you're asking me if you can come to work with me to check out some conceited models!"

Asami shrugged, "I said 'check out', not date."

I rolled my eyes again and grabbed her wrists again. "You're still not coming. I rather not get fired again."

Hey guys! Sorry, it's been a while, I was very busy with school and stuff like that. So I think that What to Expect When You're in High School is on a temporary hiatus, so that I can get a couple chapters in for this story during Christmas break!

I promise that this story will be longer throughout chapters, but this story depends on the reviews, favorites, and following. So, it's up to you guys for the fate of this story!

So, I hope all of you guys have a wonderful holiday! And try not to stuff yourself with too much food!

Chao!