“The entertainment section of the school paper of course. Do you live under a rock or something?” I gave Callie a look and began searching the page. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know the school paper was so interesting. I figured no one read it.”
I scanned the page until I found an article where my name popped out at me. I skimmed it quickly, seeing that they had done a small piece on me attending the campus and how I was a ‘ reality star’. I guess if you considered five episodes and a follow up that had just recently aired, a reality star, then the article was correct. I shrugged as I passed it back to Callie’s waiting hands. “Whatever, it’s not a big deal, I’m sure no one will even read this. Besides you two.”
“Yeah, right,” Zoey replied with a roll of her eyes. “Anyway, on to what you’re wearing. I think you look hot, a little too hot for Justin in my opinion, but I guess it’ll do.”
I straightened the denim skirt I had on with a smile. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter who I’m going out with. I wouldn’t want to disappoint.”
“Here,” Callie tossed me a hair tie, pink of course. “You need your hair up with that shirt on.” She did a little twirl of her finger, motioning to the backless lace shirt I had paired with my skirt. “Justin won’t be able to keep his hands off of you,” she snorted.
“And that’s supposed to surprise me or something? Justin can’t keep his hands off anything with boobs.” We all burst out laughing loudly; I almost didn’t hear the knock on the door. I glanced down at my phone, seeing that it was just a little bit before seven. At least he was on time.
“Hey,” he greeted simply, holding out a box of gummy candies to me as I let him in. I couldn’t help but gush at the gesture and by how he looked.
He had done a total transformation from the grungy bad boy. He had a pair of dark washed jeans that didn’t look to have one single hole in them and a black button down shirt, rolled to the elbows. He looked…delicious. Of course, the lip ring and tattoos were still there, just giving him that touch of bad boy, but I actually liked it. It sort of surprised me. I had always been into the more clean-cut guys, like Chris or Nash.
But that wasn’t what really got me.
No, the fact that he brought me a box of my favorite gummy candies was what really got me.
“These are my favorite. How did you know?”
He gave me a smirk, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked around our dorm. “I always see you sneaking them during class. It sort of makes me wish I was the candy instead.”
My cheeks turned a bright red as the image of Justin being in my mouth instead of the candy flashed through my mind. How did he always turn almost everything into something sexual?
“Well, thanks. Way more original than flowers. It sort of makes me think you’re a little bit of a stalker though.”
“You shouldn’t think that, you should know it,” he teased. Or at least sounded like he was teasing. “Are you ready to go? I have plans for us that I think you’ll love.”
I looked at him warily, wanting to know what his ‘plans’ were. Knowing Justin, he was ‘planning’ on taking me back to his place so he could finally have his way with me. “Sure, just let me grab my shoes.” I ran into my room, slipping on a pair of wedges that tied around the ankle.
“Please, lead the way,” he instructed as soon as I stepped back into the living room. I rolled my eyes at him, knowing exactly why I needed to ‘lead’ the way to his car, but stepped out before him and headed towards the parking lot.
I got into his car a little more willingly this time and watched my surroundings as the campus disappeared and we got on to the highway. He was humming along to the radio in an off key tune that made me smile. He looked so sweet and innocent while he was doing it, I really didn’t want to make fun of him. “Here we are.” He pulled into a crowded parking lot and the sign read “Sandy Lanes.”
“You’re bringing me bowling?” I scrunched up my nose at him and he laughed, tugging at my hand to pull me across the seat and out the driver’s side. It wasn’t like I had anything against bowling, I really wasn’t dressed for it though, and I figured Justin would’ve taken me somewhere a little different.
“Yes, princess. Do you think you can handle it?”
“Of course I can handle it. You just should have warned me, I would have worn something else.”
“I’m pretty sure I don’t mind at all what you have on.” His hand skimmed the hem of my skirt as he held the door open for me. “In fact, it should make things more interesting.”
I rolled my eyes as we stepped up to the counter. The old saying of ‘don’t roll your eyes or they’ll get stuck like that’ ran through my head, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt like I needed to have a constant eye roll going around Justin.