1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
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28. Chapter 28


I lightly shoved Peyton aside so I could see Colton--with my gun raised in his hand. Peyton, being the idiot that she is, turned around. She gasped. I exchanged a quick glance with her before turning my gaze to Colton again. 

"How did you get that?" I asked. 

"Oh, this?" He looked down at the gun with mock interest. "It was easy. It was in your pocket. So I took it when you were unconscious in your cell." 

Peyton opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but closed it after seeing the look on my face. "If you wanted to talk, then you don't need that." 

Colton looked up for a brief second, then his gaze fell to the gun again. "I suppose you're right. I'll just put it in my pocket for safe-keeping." 

He shoved the gun into his back pocket with a smirk. 

"Oh save your smart-ass smirking for later," I commented as I took a seat in one of the chairs, "it'll get you nowhere."

Colton made a sound in his throat before taking a seat like I had. Peyton, stood standing in the corner, awkwardly, so I beckoned for her to come over. It took a while, but after I put on a pouty face, she gave in and strode over to sit on my lap. "So what is it that you wanted to talk about?" 

"Things..." Colton whispered. "Like why you're here for instance. I hope you've realized the reason." 

For a moment I thought I saw Peyton tense up, though my mind must have been playing tricks on me. "Your father killed my mother. That's why I'm here." 

He slammed a fist onto the desk, causing me to jump and bring my feet back to the floor. "No, it's not, Justin Bieber. The reason why you're here, is so I can bring you down for what you will soon regret doing. You killed my father with the gun in my pocket. I want to do the honors of revenge, by impaling your heart with one of its bullets." 

"That's a little harsh, don't you think?" Peyton said. "I think he has more of a right to, 'impale your heart with one of its bullets', than you do with him." 

"Peyton, I don't think you should-" I was cut off by Colton. 

"No, no. She's right. We both have a right to kill each other, no?" 

I licked my lips. "Yes." 

"Good. Then I hope she doesn't complain when I do kill you." 

Peyton got up from her seat on top of me. She looked between me and Colton for a brief moment before her eyes rested on Colton. "I'll leave you two to talk. I'm going in the hallway. And damn you Colton if you lay another hand on my boyfriend."

And with that, she walked out. Leaving me and Colton alone to 'talk'.

I looked at Colton after she had shut the door. He smirked. "Boyfriend, eh? Took you long enough to earn that title." 

"Well, at least it doesn't belong to you. It sounds better on me. 'Peyton's Boyfriend'. I like it, don't you?" 

He stuck out his tongue--which I thought was a childish move--and proceeded to spin a pen on the desktop. "You know, I never promised the girl that I wouldn't hurt you." 

"I know. But this is talk time, remember?" 

The pen dropped to the floor. Colton stood up, his hand resting on his back pocket. "Not anymore. I do believe that we've talked through everything I wanted to talk about. How you've murdered my father. And how I'm going to murder you because of it."

In one swift movement, Colton pulled the gun out from his pocket, I stood up, and he pulled the trigger before I could say anything. 

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