I lost, but i fought || J.B

Chapter 27

Justin is standing at the bottom of the stairs and when he sees me his jaw hangs low, shit do i look that bad. i keep walking down and when i reach the last step Justin puts his hand out, i put my hand in his and  walk down the last step. i take a look at Justin, he looks incredibly handsome. he is wearing black jeans, they hang a little low, a white t-shirt and a black blazer. 

"wow, you look-" he's speechless. because i look bad? or good? "amazingly gorgeous" he says after a while. so it was because i looked good. thank god.

"thank you" i blush. "you look very handsome" i smile. he mouths a thank you, before he starts leading me out the door. wow his car is awesome. a white Lamborghini, he can afford that? does he poop money? he walks to the passenger side and open the door for me. "such a gentleman, i like it" i say and giggle. he just smiles down at me. even though i'm wearing killer heels he is still taller than me. he walks over to his side and starts the car.

We reach this very fancy french restaurant, it's very sweet, but romantic at the same time. we walk inside and Justin says something to the waiter, he leads us to a table in the middle of the room, and not before now i realize that this is the only table here. Justin takes out my chair and let me sit down on it. i smile to him. he walks over and sit down on on the other side of the table.

"this is a very nice place" he nods in agreement. "why is this the only table?" i ask.

"i paid them extra to close and remove every table for tonight" he smile.

"wow, why?" i ask genuinely confused.

"i'm a celebrity Hannah, if they found out that i was here we would have to leave, and i wanted to be alone" he smiles, i forget that he is a celebrity, mainly because when i met him he wasn't and he is just so down to earth.

"right, i always forget" i say nodding. "well it is very sweet of you, thank you" i smile.

"i like that you forget" i'm a bit taken aback at this comment, confused.

"why do you like that?"

"because it means you don't see me as a celebrity, but as me. i can never trust people these days" he confesses and look down.

"you can trust me" i assure him as i'm looking down at the menu. "Do you think the spaghetti is as good as pettie's?" i ask. he chuckles.

"i know it's not" he grins.

"then i'm having spaghetti cabonara" i say closing the menu. he shakes his head, probably at my weirdness.

"i'm having spaghetti bolognese" he says. "what do you want to drink?" he asks looking up at me.

"water, you?"i smile sweetly at him.

"A glass of red wine" he is just 17 he can't drink.

"but you can't drink?" i ask confused.

"no, but they serve it to me here" isn't that like a crime or something?

"oh ok" i say still a bit confused, if not even more.

"want wine too?" he asks

"no thanks" i smile. "water is good" if I'm eating a big meal i need something light too drink.

"ok" he smiles and gestures for the waiter that we are ready to order.

"oui monsieur?" the waiter says. and Justin starts ordering our meals in french. he can speak French? my jaw hangs open.

"c'est tout monsieur?" the waiter says when Justin is done ordering.

"oui" Justin says politely and nods. the waiter leaves, and Justin smirks at me.