Miranda's POV
I've got 15 minutes to get ready for pizza with Justin. Procrastinating before a date is always a no, but I always do it. Oops.
I hop out of bed and grab my black skater skirt and put on a white silk shirt. I look like I'm going to a fucking opera. I decide to put on a pair of denim jeans and a Spider-Man graphic tee. I go into the bathroom to fix up my makeup and put my hair into a braid. "He's here!" I hear Paige yell.
"Well give me two minutes to finish my hair!" I yell back, now rushing to finish.
"She's just taking her sweet ass time getting ready." Paige laughs.
"I'm done, I'm ready." I say walking into the living room.
"Why are you wearing that?" Justin says gesturing to my outfit.
"Aren't we going for pizza?"
"You didn't get my text? I reserved a table for two at a high class restaurant. And our reservation starts in ten."
"You've gotta be kidding me." I turn around.
"I am, let's get some pizza."
"Good, 'cause I was gonna say that you aren't ready for some high class shit either." I laugh.
"Wow thanks." He laughs and we walk out of my apartment and down to the parking lot, "did you know there are 152 stairs until you reach your apartment?"
"Why didn't you take the elevator?" I laugh.
"Because, I know girls. You gotta give them a few extra minutes. Sometimes the guy has to be late too."
"Well thanks Justin."
*skips car drive*
"LA pizza is always the best." I smile.
"It is." Justin agrees.
"How long have you lived in LA?" I ask.
"A few months, not even. You?"
"I think it's been a few months." I laugh.
"When's your birthday?"
"Is this a game of twenty questions or something?"
"It sure is, when is your birthday?" He repeats.
"September sixteenth. When's
yours?"
"July tenth."
"Favourite colour?" I ask.
"Blue. What's yours?"
"Black." I smirk.
"That's a shade."
"It's a colour to me." I smile.
"Favourite chocolate bar?" He asks.
"Definitely Kit Kats. Yours?"
"Mars."
"Hey, Miranda." I hear a familiar voice, "hey, Justin."
"Fuck." I whisper to myself.
"What? It's just-"
"Yea I know who it is. Can we go?"
"Yea, if you want."
"That'd be great." We both stand up from the table.
"Where are you both off to in a rush." Grayson grabs my arm.
"Let go of me Grayson." I try pulling away.
"Why?"
"Grayson let go!" I say through gritted teeth.
"Grayson just let her go." Justin says.
"Oh, being protective are we?"
"I'm not just gonna sit here and watch you do that to her." Justin says.
"But she's going to sit here and watch me do this." Grayson swings his fist at Justin's face.
"You guys wanna take this outside? Or I can call the cops. It's up to you." One of the employees say.
"We can take this outside." Grayson grabs Justin.
"Grayson let go of him." I follow them.
"Stay out of this Miranda." Grayson yells back and punches Justin in the face again.
"Grayson!" I yell and start hitting his back.
"Miranda, just go. I don't want you getting hurt." Justin says, blood dripping down his face.
"No, I can't leave you here." I say.
-Paige
