Chapter 4: Justin

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As shots continued to keep coming both my ways and hers, I couldn't stop asking myself on why I suggested on drinking Tequila shots. But still seeing that she was handling her alcohol tolerance pretty well, it didn't seem like a bad idea.

"You do know that your alcohol level is pretty high up, right?"

She giggled, a drunk blush right across her cheek. "Of course, some may say I have my mother's looks but thankfully did not get her serious case of being such a lightweight."

I decided to tease her a bit, "Does that mean that your mom may be prettier than you?"

"Hey, don't go trying to make a move on my mother or whatever! My parents are still happily in love, don't get me started on them yapping on how they were fated together by the stars." she rolled her eyes. "And because of their strange addiction to stars and Greek myth, me and my brother are stuck with such names." then she groaned.

Though I knew better than to ask her a personal question but a shot was worth a try, I guess. "Why? Caly seems like a pretty good name. Or is that short for something?"

She laughed out loud, "Whoops, careful there J. No personal questions, remember?"

Damn it, she saw right through me. Thinking about it, I've never met anyone who wasn't curious enough about me or someone who I'm curious about. Caly was definitely hiding something, it wasn't like I had a say in that because I was kind of doing the same thing. How would she react to me being Justin of Bulletproof Boys?

"Hey, it's your shot." she poked at my arm. "Woah, did not expect a hard biceps right over here. You don't only have the full packed abs but some good muscle over here. Damn, you're too hot." then she composed herself, "I hate it when I drink Tequila, my unexpected honesty had always been one of the effects of it. So sorry, not hitting on you. Okay?"

"I'm pretty okay with you hitting on me." I sent her a wink, "So you think that I'm hot?"

"I'd be blind not to think that you're hot." then she continued, "Actually with your looks you should try give acting a try? I know certain people, if you're interested-" then she cut herself off as if she just ended up saying she shouldn't have. She knew certain people? Was she connected to the entertainment industry? Caly nervously laughed, "I'm just kidding, I don't know anyone in that industry." and then drank another shot. Someone teach this girl how to lie cause anyone could see right through her.

Though I can just call Mr. Bang or the guys to search her up and find anything about Caly, the idea seemed ridiculous. I'd like it better if she'd be the one who would honestly tell me whatever she is hiding, just like how I should just come up straight and tell her who I really was.

"Not really my cup of tea." instead of prying, I tried to divert the topic. "What do you want to do tomorrow? You know since it's our last day and all, might as well make it count." But whether we go out and try new adventures or not, I was certain that this weekend wouldn't be that easy to forget.

I saw it on her face that she was relieved. "I don't know, J. We've pretty much done everything we could do in this place? What do you have in mind?"

What I had in my mind? I wouldn't mind just doing a lazy day with her, probably do another movie marathon and just lay in bed with her for the rest of the day. Wait hold up, did I just think of laying in bed with her? Damn, I was getting way too ahead of myself. Not that it would be our first time since we accidentally ended up sleeping together on my sofa, though I was sure that I was the one who fell asleep first. She probably ended up falling asleep when she was waiting for the post-credits scenes. Waking up next to her the next morning did some weird fuzzy feeling on my stomach. In my defense, anyone would probably be the same as me, with her long wavy dark brown hair that was all over the sofa and how her face managed to appear like a carefree innocent child sleeping but at the same time similar to what a temptress would strike to be in slumber.

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