My eyes almost popped out of their sockets when I heard those words. I quickly ran to the devil, jumped over my bed, opened my balcony door and stopped in front of the ledge. My lips parted to find Justin already standing under my balcony with one hand holding his phone and the other in his trouser pocket. As usual, he gave me his mysterious smile.
I patted my forehead in frustration. "Why do you want to meet me? If you're still holding a grudge because I mumbled the word 'eww' to you back then, we can work it out amicably. For example, fencing or karate." Even though he's under my balcony, I still hold my phone to my ear and talk to him through the flat object. "Don't terrorize me, please."
"I'm not terrorizing you, Darling. Let's just say I forgive your rude attitude to me at that time. Let's start from the beginning, shall we? I came here fine. Come down."
I laughed mockingly. Surely he has ulterior motives, trust me. "No."
"Why?"
"There are a few things on my mind right now, Lancaster. First, you approached me for betting material. Second, you bastard. Or thirdly, you have ulterior motives; for example… had bad intentions towards me as Mikaela told me. You're into bed with high school student Graham Bell."
Justin pursed his lips at my vile accusation. But he responded lightly with a shrug. "I'm not what your silly friends tell you. Yes… although I admit the ending is true."
I gaped at that.
"They're not silly," my tone went up two octaves. My hands squeezed the balcony ledge strong, did not accept the condescending words.
"Okay if you don't want to come down. Let me go upstairs." Placing his phone in his pocket, Justin looks up at me. I opened my mouth at a loss for words. Especially when he walked up to the stairs covered in vines, climbing them unconcerned with a warning expression.
"Justin! What are you doing?!"