Waddup? [Jastin]

LXIII

Weird ass chapter in my opinion
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Justin POV

"Jason," I call out.

He raises an eyebrow at me, and I motion him to come to me.

"Can we leave?" I ask.

"Huh? Why? I'm in the middle of a game," Jason says.

I frown and cross my arms.

"I don't want you to be hanging out with Brandon. Be with me," I say as I take a bite from my third slice of pizza.

"Later. Right now I'm beating Brandon's ass. When the game finishes I swear it'll be just you and me. I promise, babe."

I smile and peck his lips. Jason grins and turns around to continue their game.

I watch as Jason continuously makes strikes. Brandon is doing good, but not as good as Jason. It's weird watching him loose for a change.

"Well that was fun. You're pretty good at bowling," Brandon mutters sitting right across from me.

Jason scoffs as he sits next to me.

"Am not. You just suck at bowling," Jason says smirking.

"What? I don't suck. I'm decent at it. You know who sucks at bowling? Justin," Brandon sasses and then they burst out laughing.

I roll my eyes at them.

"Oh shut up Brandon," I snap.

"Hey, after this do you guys want to go to my house? I've got this pretty sick Ferrari I just got," Brandon says excitedly.

I shake my head, but Jason nods. I give him a hard stare, and he responds with puppy eyes. As his eyes become wider I start to give in. That son of a bitch. He promised it was just going to be us after they finished. Jason squeezes my hand in gratitude, and I scowl.

"My parents also recently installed some skate ramps. Pretty cool, eh?" Brandon says looking at me.

Okay. That is cool.

"Okay. We'll come. Just give us a ride. Wait, won't your parents be mad that you skipped school?" I say.

"They're not home," Brandon says getting up. "Damn, Justin. Did you really finish that pizza all by yourself? You're kind of letting yourself go."

I blush furiously and glare up at him. Am I really letting myself go? Ugh, he's probably trying to annoy me. I cross my arms to cover my stomach. I look to see if Jason heard that, but I find him on his phone.

"Whatchu doing?" I ask.

"My dad wanted to know where I was. I have to be back in twenty minutes," Jason mumbles annoyed.

"Well we better go then," Brandon says.

We return our bowling shoes and get into Brandon's car quickly.

"My house isn't far from here," Brandon says driving now.

After three minutes or so we arrive at his house.

I gape at his house and shiver when I remember what happened to me the last time I came here.

They leave me in the living room by myself, and I look around. He's got a nice couch, TV, table, pretty much everything. I hear them come down, and I look at them confused.