Handshakes And A Big Mistake

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My fingertips glided against the clothing fabric, happiness spreading over my body and taking control of the once slouching posture I resembled. The feel of the material made me crookedly smile and I couldn't help but look over at Justin who steered close behind me, staring at my every move, thus making me uncomfortable.

He had volunteered to come shopping with me, for heaven's know why, and being the nice person that I almost am, I agreed to let him tag along with his bodyguard, Kenny Hamilton. 

Ray bans covered his face and so far they had successfully did their purpose, no crazy fan girls spotted him and this made me wonder how they could love his face so much but not even notice it was him with a simple pair of glasses.

“You think a lot, don't you?” He had stated, not as a question.

Knocking me from my preexisting thoughts, I glared up at him while I continued to play around with the clothing on the racks.

“You think you know everything, don't you?” I retorted, walking down the aisle quickly.

“I don't think, I know..” he replied smugly, following my every step gracefully.

“How would you feel if I said things about you that I thought were true?” I asked, perusing around the store so I wouldn't have to look into his eyes.

He grabbed my shoulders tightly, spinning me around so I was facing him.

“The press does it everyday, so why would I care if you did it?”

I rubbed off his muscular hands from my timid shoulders, crossing my arms.

“Because mine are probably true,” I shrugged, biting the inside of my lip.


I watched Parvati's body as it lingered around the store. Her fingers grazed against the clothing and a smile would light up her face whenever she felt something soft against her touch.

I found it miserably hard not to grab her hips and pull her into a kiss. Her outfit today consisted of a long, floral dress that she pared with a brown thin belt that accentuated her small waist. She was killing me, because she looked absolutely adorable with it on. Her long brown hair was pulled into a very low, messy bun and her bangs were braided to the side. Stunning was one of the many word's that popped into my head at the sight of her.

The sudden silence that whipped over us no longer stayed, we were soon in a tiny argument, which I had planned neatly in my head. Seeing her mad was the greatest pleasure of my vacation and it was hard not to let out a chuckle at her facial expressions that usually were sending daggers at me.

“Because mine are probably true,” she said shrugging mindlessly. 

I smiled, a devious amused light twinkling from my eyes.

“Then do it, I dare you,” I bargained.


I got closer to him, my arms tightly wrapped around my chest. 

“You're a player, you flirt with every girl and I bet you can't date a girl for two days, let alone thirty.” I said in a huff.

He extended his hand out, a huge grin plastered on his face.

“Deal,” he said.

I looked at him confused, readying myself for his idiotic answer.

“You said you bet I can't date a girl for thirty days. So, let's bet on it? If I can give you the best thirty days of your life as your boyfriend, you have to stop thinking that nonsense about me,” he uttered confidently.

I narrowed my eyes, taking in every last word.

“What if you don't make it for thirty days? What do I win?” I questioned.

“I'll leave you alone,” he said smiling, forever.”

My hand grabbed his immediately and we shook on it. His hand tugged mine, making me collapse into his chest, making me groan in discomfort of his tight embrace. A light chuckle pierced through my eardrums.

He was now my thirty day boyfriend, and I was eager to make him so annoyed with me that he wish he never mentioned a bet. I was going to make him think he made a mistake betting with me.

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