The Girlfriend Game

Chapter 3

I wake up very early in the morning, at 6 a.m to be exact. First, I shower, then, I fix myself. I get one of our maids to waterfall-braid my hair while I put BB cream and all that thing I put on my face. I don't put heavy makeup though, it's too unnatural and I don't want my face to look like as though it was made with plastic. At six forty-two, I'm all set in my pink lace dress and black flats. To kill some time, I grab my purse, go dowstairs and watch Psych on Netflix on our TV in the living room while eating a slice of bread. Eighteen minutes later, I'm outside, waiting for Justin.

There he is now, riding his leopard-printed Audi R8. Like I said, I have a car just like his, which is parked in front of me right now since our garages are occupied.

Justin parks next to my car and says, "Hey there, pretty young thing." He gets out of his car with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Right now, he's wearing all black, except his blue Vans.

"Wow, thanks," I respond.

"No, actually I was talking about this car right here," he says as he looks at my car.

Embarrased, I say, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"Nah, just kidding, I was talking to you. You look really pretty right now," he says as he hands me the bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you, really. And look at you, stunning as always."

"This is nothing compared to when I'm wearing a suit or a vest."

"True," I say.

"Anyway, whose car is this?"

"That one? That's mine."

"Pretty dope," he says as he slides his hands on the rims.

"You know your car is also an Audi R8, right?" I ask.

"Yeah, and I like how we have simliar ones." After checking my car out, he looks up at my house and back down at me. "You live here?"

"Uh, yeah. I gave you this address, didn't I?"

"If you live in that mansion and you own a very expensive car, why in the world do you work at Walmart?" he asks.

"I wanted to. I get too bored at home, and I'd rather work than drink alcohol with my friends or smoke weed, which I never do."

"Good girl," he says. "Your car is still dope."

"Stop it, Justin. You're seriously adoring a car that is exactly like yours? Wait until you see what's inside the garages," I say.

"Are there more?"

"Yep, totally. But, I can't show you yet. Do you think we can go now?"

"Of course. Where do you wanna go?" he asks.

"You tell me. You're the one who asked me out on a date," I respond.

There's a twinkle in Justin's eyes when I say those words. While smiling, he asks me, "We- we're on a date?"

"Uh, yes, we are."

"I never thought you'd call this a date. I am so happy!"

"Why are you acting like you've never been on a date before?" I ask.

"Because not the whole world is tuning in on us, unlike when I was still with Selena. It was stressful, really. It was probably because we're both in show business and music industry. But you, you're normal and you live your life normally, and you date people normally--something I haven't done in a long time," he responds.

"So, you're telling me that you're happy because you're dating like a normal teenage boy. Is that right?"

"Yes, and also because I thought you'd turn down the offer and you're annoyed at me. I'm just glad you call this a date."