Chapter 5 - "Who said this was a date?"

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Justin had his lips pursed to the side in amusement. “I’m impressed shawty. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Justin leaned off the side of his car, coming face to face with me, that same devious, taunting smirk on his face.

I scoffed. “Well now you do.” I shot him a fake smile.

I glanced down, checking him out. I finally came to see what he was wearing and I’m not going to lie, he looked good. He wore a white V-neck with a leather jacket over it, black skinny jeans and black supra’s.

“Checking me out I see?” I looked up to see him looking down at me with a teasing look.

I rolled my eyes. “No.” I looked away, embarrassed that he had caught me.

He licked his lips, running his eyes up and down my body now. “You don’t look too bad yourself.”

I glanced down at myself, seeing that I was wearing a pair of skinny jeans with a tank top and sweater over it with a pair of ballet flats.

I didn’t know if he was either being serious or just fooling around but I took the compliment anyways, thanking him numbly.

He merely laughed, sending a chill down my spine. “Hop in the car, boo.” He nodded back towards his batman mobile looking car. I hadn’t even realized it until now. He changed his car and I only saw him not even an hour ago.

I was going to ask him where he got it but something inside me warned me not to.

I didn’t even realize he was already seated inside his car until he honked the horn to his car, startling me out of my trance.

Justin stuck his head out of the car, his elbow hanging off the window‘s ledge. “Are you getting in or what?”

I glanced at him, his car and my house. It wasn’t much of a hard decision to make. Looking back over at him, I walked over to the passenger side of the car. Leaning down to pull the handle, I realized there wasn’t any handle to pull.

“What’s taking so long?” Justin called out through the window.

“Shut up! Don’t be so loud my parents will hear you and I don’t know how to open this thing!” I whispered screamed.

He chuckled. “Just click the side button.”

I looked down, trying to find the button he was talking about. When I had, I rolled my eyes before opening the door and settling myself inside.

“It’s about time.” He playfully spat.

“It’s not my fault your car is so difficult!” I hissed in defense.

He smirked, revving up the car before pulling out of the slot it was parked in and moving onto the road.

A few minutes had passed as I hummed to my own beat, drumming my finger tips along the rim of the arm rest placed under the window. I glanced out through the glass, wondering where we were. It was then that I realized I didn’t even know where we were going.

“Where are we going?” I turned to look at him.

Justin merely chuckled, shaking his head.

I furrowed my eyebrows together. “What’s so funny?”

He ignored me. Instead he just kept laughing. Once it died down, he looked at me. “Did you even learn from the last time you asked me?” He glanced back onto the road.

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