Mr. President | jb

twelve.

Michael was in the booth, waiting for me with flowers in his hand and his blue eyes sparkling among the light.

To say that I was surprised was an understatement. I didn't realize he thought about me in that way. I mean, we talked at the charity event and and I see him around, but that's about it.

I turned around to find Xavier, but he was long gone with his phone pressed to his ear.

I inhaled, then exhaled. I deserve this. And I'm most definitely going to get to know Michael. Lord knows I need some true friends. And to get some.

I climbed into the booth and looked up at Michael. He had that smile on his face, his smile had revealed his perfectly white teeth and dimple on his left cheek.

"Hey," he greets me, handing me flowers, "these are for you,"

I take the red roses with a heart formed with white roses in the middle. They were beautiful and smelt of a faint sweet smell of some perfume.

"They're so beautiful. Thank you. And they smell great,"

I pick the menu up, looking through the choices, when Michael said something.

"I'm sorry this entire thing was weird. I know we only really met once and all, but when we talked at the charity event, I thought we hit it off. So...yeah. You're not in a relationship, right?"

What could I say? Justin and I aren't talking but we didn't end things for sure...or did we?

"No, I'm not. Just dating around, you know? What's good on the menu?"

Michael and I have been at the restaurant for two hours and it's been amazing.

We've been laughing and drinking a lot of wine. In fact, I'm having a lot of fun here with him. I'm glad I stayed, honestly.

"Why is it so many people outside?"

"What do you mean?" I turn around and peek out of the restaurant window.

A huge crowd, flashing lights and many black cars were outside—with an American flag on the side of them. That could only mean one thing.

Justin was here.

Hell no.

"I think-,"

The door opened and in came Justin with his side chick Claire.

He had on a navy blue suit with a baby blue tie and Claire had on a pink felt outfit with a Sunday's best hat.

Why are they here?

Justin and Claire walk to the back of the restaurant—in the booth directly across from ours.

Oh man.

Justin turned his head, and when he saw me, he removed his black glasses and his smile faltered.

He mouthed something to me and then Claire grabs his attention again.

Never have I ever felt so guilty.