Waddup? [Jastin]

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So sorry for not updating for a week. I'll try to update as much as I can in the next five days. I'll be really busy with testing next week.
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Jason POV

"John, pass the fucking ball!" I scream in annoyance.

"Nah bro! I can do this by myself!" John yells.

John does a cool basketball move that throws Chaz off. He has the moves, but not the aim. He passes Chaz and dodges Justin.

"Ahaha! Too slow!" John yells.

"John, pass the ball! You can't shoot even if your life depended on it!" I yell with my hands in the air.

I'm wide open! Chaz and Justin are blocking him. I wave my hands up furiously. I'm FUCKING OPEN!

"John! John! I'm wide open! I'm here! I exist!  John!" I yell desperately.

"I said that I can fucking do it by-" John starts to say, but gets cut off.

"Justin! Babe, how are you?"

Babe? That can't be Selena. It's a guy's voice. Maybe Selena is transgender and no one informed me that. But I think not.

I turn towards the voice, and John stops dribbling. Chaz has a look of annoyance, and Justin is glaring at the person.

It was some guy with, umh, fancy clothes. He must be rich or something. Too much gel was used in his hair, but he looked so...so...perfect. And I thought I was dressed well. I looked at my outfit, and at his. I'm garbage compared to him.

"Who the fuck are you?" John asks. I immediately smack his arm embarrassed.

"Er, sorry about him," I say fiddling with my fingers. Gosh, I haven't been this nervous since that time I asked Jessica for homecoming.

"Don't worry about it." He gives me a million dollar smile, and I almost gag.

Who dafuq is this guy? He is so perfect; it's sickening. Is he a celebrity or something?

"You're playing basketball in this cold weather, eh? Not surprising," he says walking towards Justin.

Oh my god his voice is sweet and velvety...like chocolate, memorizing with each syllable. I can't even. He walks so elegantly too. Ugh, I'm so jealous right now.

Justin roughly pushes God away, and he falls to the ground. I gasp and quickly help him up. What's Justin's problem? This guy is fucking God.

"What the hell Justin? I thought you were Christian!" I say.

Chaz and Ryan give me looks of confusion. John looks like he's about to burst out laughing. Justin glares at me, and shake his head.

"Agh, don't help him Jason. Don't touch him. Don't look at him. Don't talk to him," Justin says sternly, and roughly pulls me away from him.

Justin pulls me close to him, and secures an arm around me. I stare at his hand on my shoulder. Oh my goodness. He rubs my arm, and I feel myself blush. I see God frown, but then he suddenly replaces it with a smile.

"C'mon Justin, don't be like that! You know I love you dearly. Don't be so mean to me. Oh! I got it! We should all go to the movies sometime! It'll be so fun! Oh! I have better idea! Let's go to the museum right now! I haven't been there since seventh grade! It's really cool, and I heard that there's show today there. Maybe we can eat ice cream at the new ice cream place! Yesss! I heard their ice cream is amazing!" the guy said.

"You're making a hoser out of yourself, mate! Go away!" Justin spats.

I gape at him, and get out of his grip. Justin holds me back again, and I rip my hand out of his grasp. He looks pissed, but I don't care right now. I hold my hand out.

"Hey, my name is Jason."

He firmly shakes my hand.

"M'Brandon. Nice to meet you, Jason," Brandon says giving me a warm smile.

John steps up, and greets him too. Ryan puts his phone away, and greets Brandon. I could tell he didn't appreciate his presence by his body movements, but he wore a smile on his face. Why does no one like Brandon? He seems like a very sweet guy.

"Ice cream?" I say suggestively.

Justin gives me the I'm-gonna-kill-you-when-we're-alone-and-throw-your-body-in-the-ocean look. I give him the explain-why-you're-acting-so-rude-later-and-you-wouldn't-be-able-to-kill-me-since-you're-weak-as-fuck look in return.

"Fine," he says hesitantly, "but you're paying."

"Me?!" I yell.

"No, not you! Brandon is paying!"

"Oh. Okay."

Brandon gets his keys from his pocket, and spins them around. He can drive?! He leads us to his car, and I almost faint. It was a red and shiny car. I sit in the back with Justin, Chaz, and John. Ryan decided to sit next to Brandon for some reason. The inside of the car was breathtaking. But I have no idea what type of car it is.

"It's a Fisker," Justin says as if reading my mind.

"Fisker?" I say confused.

"You've never heard of a Fisker?" Justin asks astonished.

"Nope."

"Wow."

"So Justin, umh, are you going to tryout for the soccer team?" Brandon says.

Justin ignores him.

"Wait, you guys say soccer too?" I ask.

Justin laughs out loudly, but quickly covers his mouth.

"You're so stupid," Chaz says chuckling.

"Here in Canada we play American Football too. To not confuse U.S. people, our friends, we use the word soccer as well," Brandon tries to explain.

"Ohhh. That makes sense," I say.

"I'm not going to tryout. It's almost winter, and I'll have to wait until spring to actually start competing against teams. If I try out right now, and get accepted I'm just going to be practicing indoors," Justin says to Brandon.

"True," Brandon says.

"Ooh, Brandon! Can you drive us to the mall instead?" John suddenly speaks up.

Brandon raises an eyebrow up, and scrunches his eyebrows in confusion.

"Eh?" he says.

"Eh?" John mocks.

Brandon shoots him a glare, but John smiles at him.

"Tomorrow is Halloween. I need a costume."