The Date Planner

1.7. Oh Lord, Help Me

Jason stares at Clinton, frowning so hard, I swear his skin would break out.

Oh lord, help me.

I look at him once and turn my gaze to Clinton who has his brows furrowed, definitely confused.

"Uh... He is just a client of mine who is just about to leave, right Clinton?", I give Clinton a look that says 'just go with it please' but apparently my attempts are futile.

"What?! But I just came, Justine. And we need to talk the talk", he gives the suggestive look at the end, emphasizing the words.

He didn't just...

Ugh!

I hold in my grunt.

"Justine what is he talking about?", Jason eye's us, clearly intrigued, having caught Clinton's suggestive look since he wasn't being much subtle about it.

Oh boy, Jason clearly thinks there's something going on between Clinton and me now!

"It's nothing-", I start but am cut off by yet again, Clinton.

"It's not nothing. It means everything to me, Justine", he pulls me by the crook of my arm to face him, a little roughly, clearly annoyed and angry now.

Uh-Oh.

I gulp down the tension in my throat.

His nose flares in anger and I back off a little but he doesn't let me.

He clearly doesn't mean... that. Does he?

"Whoa dude, what the fuck?", Jason throws all the stuff in his arms on the couch and rounds the couch before rushing to us.

He pulls Clinton's arm from my elbow and places me behind him, as if protecting me.

"Look dude, I get you might be angry and stuff. But she's really good at her job. I'm sure you guys can talk it out civilly with each other tomorrow at her office. Okay? Now I would suggest you leave. This is not her work place and she doesn't work at home", Jason states firmly with his recollection of our conversation.

I let out a sigh of relief softly.

Thank god, Jason thinks Clinton is a client who isn't happy with his date or something along the lines.

Thank the lord.

Clinton frowns at Jason but doesn't say anything to him, rather frowns at me too as I look at him with furrowed eyebrows and my hands clasped on my chest.

Something about that gaze makes my heart flutter and I clasp my hands ever more tightly because I know Clinton's talking about the possibility of an 'us' which I'm not sure I'm still ready to talk about.

And I clearly love Jason but the feelings for Clinton that have suddenly arose are just confusing the heck out of me.

I can't deny that I'm a little scared of the situation myself.

"I'll see you, tomorrow then", Clinton says more composed now.

He gives me one last lingering look and turns around without another word and out of my house.

As soon as the door closes, Jason turns around to face me.

"What the hell was that all about?", he exclaims.

"Can we just not. I'm tired", I shrug him off and head of to the kitchen to eat something.

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