Hate That I Love You

Chapter Twenty Eight.

After Justin and I made up we had dinner with Tate and Jason. Not something I was a hundred percent happy with seen as Tate and Justin in the same room still isn't the greatest idea.

The air around us was awkward and I couldn't wait for it all to be over. Jason and I tried to make conversation, trying to include them both but it was no use. Between the evil glares they were giving each other, the only answer's we would get out of them would be a sarcastic comment towards the other. Justin would rub it in Tate's face how I'm his and not Tate's and the worst of it all was that Tate didn't fight back, he just smiled and stayed quiet. I kicked him under the table at least three times and all he would do was look at me.

When Tate thanked me for dinner and was about to leave the table, he leant down and placed a hand to my cheek and leant in closer, kissing me on the nose before whispering thank you. Before taking his hand away from my face he winked at Justin, and I had to stand between both of them before they starting beating each other to a pulp.

It's funny how it's only been a week and Tate knows how to push Justin's buttons. He doesn't retaliate, he doesn't argue back, he just stays quiet, and then just when you think the idiocy between them both is over. Tate will push all of Justin's buttons by either mentioning me, or doing what he just did. Come far too close to me for Justin's liking.

I stand up from the table and drag Justin away too, pushing him out the front door before slamming it behind me "You need to stop the games you're playing Justin!" I shout at him as he stands on the sidewalk, turning around and laughing at me "Games? I'm not playing any games babe" I walk over to him and hit him round the head softly before laughing at Justin rubbing the spot I just hit "I'm just making sure he knows that you're not to be touched by anyone else but me" He tells me, hugging my side and kissing the side of my head. I roll my eyes and cross the street, out of Justin's grip.

When realisation hits, I remember a week ago "Shit! Where's Rose? Is she still here?" I ask, standing beside Justin again "She's been here all week" Justin replies, and just then I suddenly wish she wasn't, just knowing Justin and her were here without me makes me want to punch something, well...someone.

When he nudges my ribs I snap out of my thoughts and look at Justin who's raising his eyebrows at me, that's when I realise my eyes were glaring at the house "If your overthinking about how Rose and I have been together all week without you keeping an eye on me, you're stupid" I hit him again at his words, and walk towards the house. Shaking my head as I hear Justin giggle behind me.

"You're mine and I'm yours...and anyway, Chaz has been trying to get in there with her. You should see him, he's like a lost puppy" Justin tells me, unlocking the front door and gesturing for me to walk ahead of him in which I do so, and as the feeling of home surrounds me all thoughts of Justin and Rose doing anything they shouldn't be doing disappear, I know he wouldn't do that to me.

Seeing Chaz walk down the stairs, his hairs a mess and he's only wearing sweatpants, no doubt he's been in bed all day...wait. He hasn't. Has he?

When I narrow my eyes at him, he winks at me and taps his nose with his finger and I hear Justin laugh. I follow him in to the living room and stand in front of him "So you got it in then?" I ask, holding back a laugh as I do so.

He nods as I turn my nose up at him and mutter an 'ew' loud enough for him to hear "Why are you so grossed out? It's not like you and Justin do it all the time" I see Justin laugh and do my best to look angry, but all I manage is a smirk and a kick to Chaz's shin. I cross my arms and cock my head to the side for exaggeration "Does it not bother you that Joe was in her before you?" I ask him and this time Justin and I were both laughing. Chaz narrows his eyes at me, shakes his head and leaves the room "That shut him up" Justin tells me, as I snuggle close to him on the sofa and don't bother replying.