Tak'n Awey

▽. 16

When we exit the house, my consciousness starts to kick in hardcore. I actually have on a pair of his boxers that are rolled up to improvise as panties, but with a dress on? What the hell? And is he really about to take me shopping? Because our date turned out to be a fucked up evening at the club.

"Are you sure about this?" I ask him perturbed and dubious.

He replies without looking at me, which I find peculiar, "About what?"

"Taking me shopping with your money and on your time. I can get my own if--"

Justin immediately interrupts my sentence, causing me to jump, "Mahrie... really?"

I look around as if I am checking to see if the coast is clear, "Really, what?"

"When you are with me, you'll never need your own money. Kay? Okay." He replies with wit and sarcasm.

"No, not okay. I just don't think--"

Justin opens the wide garage doors in search for his stylish car, but his car is clearly in the driveway. Why's he opening the garage?

"You always gotta make 'giving' difficult, Mahrie. Just take it."

My mouth flies open, "Um... No. You're too generous. That's why girls use you--all that you offer so quickly. It's too much too soon." I try to think of something that could get his attention, "I could be using you."

Four more expensively shiny cars parked inside the garage glisten as the sun hit them. Justin points to a crème and black Range Rover as we continue our conversation.

"You're not using me, because you're not capable. I found that out quickly. Besides, those other females used me because they already knew what I had." He scratches his head and takes a glimpse at me, "Don't you ever get tired of hearing about my ex's?"

"Not really."

We hop into the RR and I feel like a celebrity going for a spin in Beverly Hills or Hollywood. This car's interior is fucking incredible. "You wanna know something I like about you, Mahrie?" Justin interrogates while sliding his seat-belt across his chest.

I give him an eye of assurance, "Yeah?"

"I like that nothing is genuinely effective towards you. You're not an 'oh my god, Justin you're a fucking jerk' type of girl with all that dramatic shit. I mean, you could be, but you're very good at hiding it."

I smirk from the enlightening compliment as he swerves the truck through the driveway filled with luxurious vehicles. Justin answers an alerting phone call, causing me to I tune out. I don't necessarily like listening to people's phone calls. It's rude, like breathing down someone's neck... or eavesdropping.

I take a quick glimpse out the window while we arrive into the mall's parking lot. My forehead creases in vexation in the act of a frown appearing onto my face. I'm clueless as to what's going on because there are no cars on the lot.

Okay, maybe I exaggerated a bit. There a few cars and security vehicles, but a mall has plenty of cars. The whole week and at all times.

Justin is still on the phone, so I can't interrupt and ask him what the deal is. What is the deal? Is the mall closed? That could be what's going on. However, it's a week day and around six. Malls are opened even on a few holidays.

Justin's call ends and he slips his iPhone into his pocket, "My God, he is annoying."

"Who?" I question, pretending to be more interested on his phone call rather than the empty mall.