“Farrah, let’s go!” Allie yelled from the bottom of the stairs. I slid my glasses up the bridge of my nose and went down the staircase. “You look homeless!” Allie said. “Good,” I smiled at my ensemble. My hair was piled on the top of my head in a very messy bun. I took off any makeup, and had my favorite shirt on. An old, Grey, ratty t-shirt replaced my fitted one from earlier, and my black rectangular glasses replaced my contacts.
“You are so obvious. You should’ve just rolled around in dog shit to complete your look.”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone.” I shrugged.
“Yeah, obviously,” she rolled her eyes.
We pulled up into an apartment complex parking lot. “Where are we?” I asked. “This is where Luke lives.”
“What- is Luke coming with us?” I asked.
“Wow, you need to pay attention.” Allie shook her head, “Luke and Justin live together in this apartment building.” Allie said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. I nodded. We both got out, and she led me to their apartment. Luke opened the door for us. “Damn, what happened to you?” he looked around Allie’s shoulder to see me. “She’s trying to be unimpressive.” Allie said, giving Luke a kiss on the cheek. He shook his head laughing at me.
“Whoa,” Justin’s eye’s widened when he saw me. No surprise that he was shirtless. He had more than just a sleeve; two tattoos around the collarbone area, one on his right arm, a little bird on his hip, and when he turned around you could see one on his leg, and two on his back“You want one?” He asked referring to a beer bottle he was holding. “I’m good.” I smiled politely. “So,” he said collapsing onto the couch, “it’s about you two showed up.”
“Sorry, Farrah was doing her homework.” Allie said.
“Talking about homework, did you do your homework for History?” Justin asked me. I frowned when he didn’t even seem turned off by my appearance. “Have you?”
“I finished it this afternoon in detention.” He winked at me.
“It’s not due until next week.” I said surprised.
“it’s just easier to get it out of the way, I guess” He shrugged.
“I guess I’m just a procrastinator, I guess.”
“If you need help at all, I’m here.” He sat back taking a sip of his half. I waited for him and Luke to laughed, but they didn’t. His expression was sincere.
“You’re going to help me on my paper?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m serious.” Justin looked at me with his creamy brown eyes.
“He has all As in every class. He’s a frickin’ genius!” Luke added. I cocked my head to the side. That was a surprise. “What? You didn’t think I was just barely passing my classes, did you?” Justin asked me. “Well,” I said a little embarrassed of my assumption. “Biology is my best class, math on the other hand…” He chuckled. “Now, that requires a little more work.” Of course my worst would be his best!
Justin stomach growled. “I think that means I should go get something to eat, eh?”
“You guys want to come?” Justin asked yanking a shirt over his head. “No, thanks I already ate.” I said. “No, you didn’t,” Allie laughed. I glared at her. “Oh yeah, I forgot about the, um… pizza slice…? you had before we left.” I put my face in my palm at Allie’s try of a lie. And at the most perfect timing possible, my stomach growled.
“You sound hungry to me.” Justin smirked. “Well, I’m not really dressed to go out.” I said looking down at my outfit. “You look fine. Let’s go.” Justin grabbed keys to his motorcycle, and dragged me along. Allie was smiling at me, as I silently pleaded with her to get me out of this.
Justin took me to his motorcycle out in the front. He passed me a helmet after he sat down himself. I slipped the helmet on and he helped me strap the helmet on my head securely. I slid my right leg over the big black machine, and scooted in behind Justin. I hesitantly put my hands around Justin’s waist. “Don’t be shy, pigeon.” Justin laughed.
“I thought you were going to call me ‘sweetheart’?” I told him. He smirked. “Okay, sweetheart; you got it.” I mentally slapped myself. I didn’t want him calling me either one. I sighed. I was never going to win with him.
Justin quickly managed to get to a little pizzeria in the downtown region. It took only a few minutes to arrive. He strapped the helmets to the back of the bike and we went in to the little building.
We sat in a booth next to a window in front of the guys I saw play football yesterday.
“So,” Justin said, interrupting the silence that hung around us. “Hi, I’m Jessie.” Our waitress smiled flirtatiously to Justin, “I’ll be your waitress. Can I start you off with any drinks?” She handed us menus. “Beer?” Justin said looking at me. “Um, I’ll have a water.” I said. “I’ll have whatever beer you recommend, Jessie.” He winked at her with a grin. Man, that smile must get him everything he wants. She wrote it down, and left.
“So,” he tried making small talk… again. “Where did you come from?”
I tensed at the question. “Let’s not talk about that… please.” I said with a smile, practically begging him to drop the just brought up topic. “Sure. Whatever you want, sweetheart.” Justin touched my hand and I flinched. He cocked his head to the side.
I cleared my throat and asked if he knew what he was getting. And right at that moment Jessie came back with our drinks. “Do you know what you’re going to get or do you guys need some more time?” She twirled her hair with her finger. “Medium Cheese.” Justin handed her the menu as did I.
“So, tell me something about yourself, Farrah.” Justin leaned forward.
“What do you want to know?” I followed his movements, and leaned forward on my elbows. His eyes traveled to my boobs, and leaned off. “Pig,” I muttered. “What was that?” Justin asked. “Nothing; I asked what you wanted to know about me.”
“Ok, well, um, w-what’s your favorite color?” he stammered. “My favorite color?” I laughed, “That’s what you want to know?”
“Well, I don’t know.” He took a swig of his beer.
“Ok, well-” Jessie interrupted with bringing our pizza in, and I was thankful for it, too. I didn’t know what I was going to say. She put a little metal contraption in the center of the booth, and propped the pizza onto it so that it was above the table’s surface. She asked if we needed anything more, but Justin said he didn’t and Jessie went away a little disappointed.
The boys sitting at the table behind us broke into laughter, and I immediately felt insecure. Justin’s jaw clenched when he heard them. “What are they talking about?” I whispered. “Nothing,” he growled. They once again erupted into laughter. “Please tell me,” I sighed, putting my hands on his hand. He sighed and said, “They’re laughing because I usually don’t have to take a girl out first.” He spoke shyly. I felt like a weight was lifted off me. “And here I thought they were laughing because of me,” I breathed.
“What’s wrong with you?” Justin asked. “Have you seen the way I’m dressed?” I asked rhetorically. He shook his head, and gestured for Jessie to give us the check. She came by and dropped off the check and a slip of paper containing her number. He crumpled up the slip of paper and left on top of her tip.
“Let’s get you home.” Justin yawned.