•DISCONTINUED• As Long As You Love Me

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

Jennifer's Point Of View:

"Justin, where are you taking me?" I asked.

"McDonalds." he said.

"Wow. How romantic." I said sarcastically.

"It's just to get the first date over with. Your dad wants us to hang out a bit. So people can assume. But in a couple of days we're going public." He told me.

"Okay.." I said slowly before looking out the window.

***

"Lets go." Justin said, parking the car.

"Kay." I went to open the door, but Justin reached over me and shut it again. "What the hell?" I asked.

"This is a date. Im the guy. Therefore, I will open the door for you. Got it?" Justin said. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I said, crossing my arms over my chest. I saw him smile in success before he got out of the car, quickly making his way over to my side, opening the door. I got out and waited for him to shut the door.

"What? No 'Thank you'?" He smirked.

"No." I said plainly. He gave me a look and I sighed. "Thank you, Justin." I said, rolling my eyes at him, dropping my hands to my side.

"You're welcome. And try to at least act like you're enjoying this. We are trying to make people believe that this," he motioned between the both if us. "Is real." He finished, dropping his hands down by his sides.

I put on a fake smile. "That's the spirit." He exclaimed playfully, and I rolled my eyes again, causing him to do the same. "Come on." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into McDonalds. It didn't have lots of people. Good. Justin pulled me onto the empty line. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Um.." I looked at the menu. "Chicken Nuggets." I smiled at him, and he smiled back.

"20 piece nuggets please?" Justin ordered.

The lady at the counter, who wasn't much younger than us, pressed buttons in the computer. "Is that it?" she asked, twirling her blonde hair around her finger.

"2 sodas." Justin said, letting go of my hand. I saw the lady unbutton the top button of her top when Justin looked away from her for a second.

Slutty, much?

I rolled my eyes at her, but she didn't notice because she was trying to flirt with Justin. "Here you go." she said, in a 'flirtatious' voice.

"Um.. Thanks?" Justin replied, grabbing the recite. I saw her touch his finger tips on purpose. Someone, get this bitch some water because she thirsty! But why do I care? I hate Justin. He's annoying and perverted and a conceited ass. So I don't care.

Yes you do. A voice in my head said.

I rolled my eyes at myself as Justin took hold of my hand again. I took a deep breath. Why am I thinking like this? Why? I don't like Justin. And I never will. I mean, I can't like him. He's.. Him! But why do I feel a special way when he holds my hand? Ugh! "Here. Fill them up." Justin told me, passing me the cups.

"Okay." I said, a bit disappointed that he took his hand away from mine.. Stop! Ugh! I took the cups out of his hands.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Sprite." He told me, leaning against a wall.

"Mkay." I said before walking toward the soda machines. I put ice in both cups and filled them both with Sprite. I put tops on them, then grabbed two straws.