SEVEN
" who's your crush? goddammit, Justin! are you gonna answer or naah?"
He just smiled at me wickedly that it sent me goosebumps all over my body. if he's planning something..or thinking of something that involves me, I swear I would really stra--
"you"
that one phrase trailed me off from my reverie. ironic but it really did.
"...what?"
He chuckled. "you wanna know who my crush is?"
I rolled my eyes and at the same time, I gave him the most aggravated look I could muster.
"my crush is..." he paused. "yo..."
"me?!"
"shut up you didn't let me finish"
"..."
"yo...as in, yoncé"
"who's yoncé?"
"duhhh...beyoncé, my fiancé"
* * *
"okay, so its my turn" He clicked his tongue and began scrambling the paper in his armchair. "you're real name is Destiny Hope, you were born in the twenty-third of November and you're from Nashville..."
I nodded, and nodded, and nodded again.
"so um...what's your favorite color?"
"I like... lime green, pink, black...and--"
he groaned. "that's a lot. just summarize them all in one"
I looked at him in disbelief "but colors can't be summarized!"
"but you can, rulebreaker" he smirked
"you dumb*ss, that doesnt make any sense. I can't and I wouldn't summarize my favorite colors. Now, would you just move a little piece of your muscle and write those colors I told you earlier?"
"whatever." he told me dismissively.
"moving on, what's your favorite food?"
"grilled cheese"
"I thought you never eat" he remarked
"shutup buttface"
he rolled his eyes. "who's you favorite artist?"
"Selena Gomez. eww just kidding. MJ"
he stopped from writing and stared at me.
"what?" I asked. "you like Selena Gomez? whooops...sorry for dissing you ido--"
"no. I mean,.. I also like MJ"
I raised my brows at him "so?"
"so, we do have similarities" he answered
"uh...yeah? so?"
"so,...we..we're meant to be"
"..." awkward.
"I was just kidding! damn where's you humour? besides, you're not my type" he laughed.
...oh well, good to know.
good to know.
I cleared my throat. "proceed to the next question, please" I commanded, yet he was still laughing
"you...you...you should've seen your face!" he said between his laughs
"too bad I only saw was your sh*tface laughing at a sick cliché phrase" I snapped
"chill. no hard feelings"
no hard feelings, no hard feelings! I mimicked inside my brain.
"now what's your favorite so--"
"--F*ck You by Avril Lavigne" I cut him off immediately
He looked intimated as he mumbled "okay" and began to write it.
The rest of the question went on and so as the day. I don't why but it seems like I'm really having a bad mood. I'm so pissed. After class, I went to Blaze's room to chat with her instead of going to my room...or should I say, mine's and Justin's shared room. I just don't feel like facing him right now.
dun-dun-dun-dun! *I'm just bored*
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