Love to Hate You

Chapter Eleven

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh

Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh

Whistling sounds through the crowd. I give Justin a wide grin and wink at him.

“I think you’re trying to seduce me.” Justin says into the mic and receives a room full of agreeing nods.

“Did it work?” I ask and look into his eyes in disgust. He knows that I hate his guts right now and he wants to take advantage of that.

“Nope.” He replies lowly and pushes me off him. He begins to walk in a circle around me while singing:

She wants to touch me (Woah),

She wants to love me (Woah),

She'll never leave me (Woah, woah, oh, oh),

Don't trust a ho,

Never trust a ho,

Won't trust a ho,

Won't trust me.

I put my hands on my hips when the crowd begins to laugh. I throw the audience a playful roll of the eyes and look back a Justin with narrowed eyes.

“Is that the best you’ve got?” I ask.

“Heck no! There’s more where that came from.” He says, returning the look. We are both equally ticked at each other. The hard part about this is the fact that we’re supposed to look playful and teasing, when in reality I want to beat his head in with my fist.

I skip up to the front of the stage and land with a giant jump at the edge, “Well then-

Hit me with your best shot

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

Hit me with your best shot

Fire away

Kris and Austin continue to strum out the tune even after I’ve stopped singing. They’re giving Justin time to think of a comeback. While he’s thinking I stare off into the crowd. They think this is the funniest thing ever. All I can say at this point is thank goodness for girl power, they may like Justin but our banter is showing them who’s boss.  Out of nowhere Justin grabs my shoulder. I look over my shoulder to look at him and his eyes flutter spastically as he sings:

You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe

You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe

I raise an eyebrow and snort.  Turning on my heel I slap his hand off my shoulder and back up a few steps. Shrugging, I extend my arm out to the side and begin tapping my foot as I sing:

Well, I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket

And a comb up his sleeve-just in case

And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it

'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place

Of course this is funny because of the fact that Justin loves himself and gels his hair. He picks up on the teasing and plays along, running his fingers through his dark hair and wiggling his eyebrows at the crowd. They love it.

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else

Okay, so you're Justin Knight

That don't impress me much

So you got the looks but have you got the touch

I stride up to him and run my hand down his arm when I sing “touch” and crinkle my nose at him. Keeping things playful is especially hard when you’re ready to beat the life out of someone.