2: Shadows

Peyton is done being depressed. It's been four years since her boyfriend, Justin Bieber, was shot by a guy named Colton--and now, all she wants to see is Colton, dead. Though, the familiar shadows are distracting her, because they all remind her of her boyfriend. What happens when she finds out that she was right, all along? And what happens when more shadows get into the picture? © 2013 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.

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2. Chapter 1

Laughter rung in Peyton's ears as she made her way through the booming club. Tonight, she was alone (as usual), because Ryan Butler was sick with something. She knew she should probably be helping him so he doesn't get so sick that he can't help her, but she just wasn't into it. 

She passed a couple of gangs on her way here--though everybody inside was worse than she had expected. There were tall, muscle-filled men with tattoos that filled their whole bodies. And tiny, perfectly framed girls that seemed to be their girlfriends. Some of the girls looked scared out of their minds, and some of them were drunk, so they seemed fine. 

Peyton was on the verge of being drunk. It was her third time going to the bathroom to throw up--tonight. And she knew that if she didn't get back to Ryan's house soon, she'd pass out here and be taken home by one of the guys. Or worse. A couple of the girls. It's happened to her before... 

She shuddered at the thought. Nobody would be taking her home tonight. She'd kill them. And, yes. She meant it, too. Instead of going to the bathroom, she decided to just walk back to Ryan's house. He had offered to give her a ride, but she declined. For some reason, Peyton just felt comfortable walking alone with nobody to protect her. 

She had taken about three steps outside of the club when somebody stopped her. It was Chaz Somers. His hair was longer than it was the last time they saw each other--which was a couple of weeks ago. He wore all black, with a gun strapped to his belt. 

Now, if you're thinking that something bad was about to happen, nothing was. After multiple visits to a psychiatrist, multiple apologies to Peyton and Ryan, and one night of calling it off with Colton--Chaz was perfectly normal. Normal as in, he was the same, rude, guy that she first met outside of her school.

"Hey," Chaz said, out of breath. "What's up? Need a ride or anything?" 

Peyton pushed her way past him. Being as dumb as he is, he followed. "No, I want to walk home." 

"Suit yourself. But I'm coming with." 

Chaz smirked down at her. She rolled her eyes and took out her phone, just so she wouldn't have to make conversation with him. Sadly, he tried anyways. 

"How have you been?" He asked. 

"Good." Peyton said bluntly. "I've been a little better, I suppose." 

Chaz nodded in agreement. "You don't know how sorry I am, Peyton. Like, I know I've apologized, but--" 

She grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight, to reassure him that it was fine. Though, she felt like she was reassuring herself that it was fine. Chaz smiled, returning the squeeze as he did so. Peyton pulled her hand away so she could tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. They walked in awkward silence to Ryan's house, until Peyton decided it would be better to talk to Chaz, since he'd made an effort to make her feel better. 

"Everything good with you?" She asked. Chaz jumped a little, probably surprised by the sudden noise. But he wasn't answering her.

Peyton waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Chaz, are you okay? What's wrong?"  

Chaz shivered and looked down at Peyton with horror. "Tell me you see that shadow." 

She creased her eyebrows together with confusion. Shadow? She thought, and turned her gaze away from Chaz to see what he was talking about. Peyton stifled a scream. She looked away from the shadow, then back at it again. 

It looked like someone crouching down, trying not to be seen. The silhouette of their hair seemed spiked up, and they looked like they were wearing leather clothing. It reminded her so much of...

"Justin." She whispered, immediately regretting it. "No, it's not Justin." 

Chaz shook his head. "You're right. I mean, that's what I thought at first...But, you know."  

Peyton nodded and said nothing more. She was too busy thinking about who that could've been that was following them. 

 

"A shadow?" Ryan tried to sit up on the couch he was laying on--with difficulty. Peyton took her jacket off and made her way around so she could prop up a pillow for him. 

"Yes, a shadow. I know--normally it's not that big of a deal--but this was weird, Ryan." Chaz confirmed. 

"Yeah, it was." Peyton added before taking a seat. "It couldn't have been Justin, though. We all know that. He couldn't just magically come back from the dead, four years later. Could he?" 

They both shook their heads at the same time. Chaz sighed. 

"Whatever. Let's just not think about it." 

Everyone made a silent agreement as Christian walked in. He had the usual grin on his face, t-shirt on his chest, and jean-shorts on his legs. He looked like a surfer from California. 

To elaborate on this--Peyton, Ryan, and Chaz sold Justin's old house in Stratford for money to get by, since Justin was gone and Ryan Good left to do his own work. They had nowhere else to stay, except, when Ryan remembered an old friend of his--Christian Beadles. Christian let them stay in his house, in Atlanta, Georgia, for as long as they needed. He had enough rooms for all three of them to have their own room--and bathroom. And he was living alone, so they figured that he didn't mind the extra company. 

"Hey guys! What's up?" Christian smiled. Peyton couldn't help but giggle at the sight of him. He was always so happy. 

"Nothing, just talking." She said. 

Christian nodded. "Talking seems boring. Hey, if Ryan's feeling better, do you guys want to go to a friend's house? He's having some sort of party." 

Everybody nodded with the satisfaction of knowing that they'd actually get to do something while they were in America. It was quite nice, actually. 

"I'm going to go get ready." Peyton got up from the couch and made her way up the winding staircase to her room. 

It was a pretty nice room. It had white walls, hardwood floors, a queen-size bed, and a bathroom. It wasn't what Peyton would have preferred, but it was everything that she needed. 

She sighed as she went through her clothes. Everything seemed black to her. There was no variety in her wardrobe or her personality, these days. Eventually, she settled on a plain black tube top and black shorts. She wore her favorite black army boots and let her hair hang down, instead of being pinned up into a messy bun. Her favorite thing that she wore, though, were Justin's silver dog-tags that reminded her of him. She grabbed her phone and made her way down to the living room, where all of the boys were already dressed and ready to go. 

Chaz and Ryan were wearing their usual black clothing, like Peyton. Christian was wearing a plain white v-neck and black skinny jeans. He didn't resemble a California surfer anymore, which was somehow relieving. 

"Ready?" Ryan asked. Peyton nodded, then they all made their way out the front door. Since it was still pretty warm out, they decided to walk. 

"I hope I don't get too drunk." Peyton said. Which, was somewhat truthful. Yet, she didn't really mind if she got drunk or not. 

Chaz flicked the side of her head. "You're not having any alcohol." 

She rubbed the spot where he flicked her and groaned, playfully. "Fine." 

Ryan smiled at her. "Yeah, you can't drink anything. Got it?" 

"Yes mom." She replied, while sticking out her tongue. Her phone rang in her pocket. Since all of the boys were with her, she had no clue who the hell it was. She answered it anyways. 

"Hello?" 

"I didn't think you'd pick up." It was Colton Prezlocki. Surprisingly enough. 

"What do you want, Colton?" She spat into the phone. Ryan and Chaz stared at her when she said Colton's name. She waved them off, though, telling them it was fine and that she could handle it herself. 

"I don't really want anything, but I'll settle for you." Peyton imagined him smirking. Then she imagined her fist connecting with his face. And his lifeless body on the ground. 

"You can't have me. I'm taken." She stated, matter-of-factly. 

"By who? Did you move on from that pitiful Bieber?" 

"No. We never broke up, so technically I'm still his." 

"How sad. How sad, indeed. Well. I just wanted to let you know that I've missed you and your shenanigans. It was quite fun, don't you think?" 

"No." She said. 

"Oh, well. I shouldn't have bothered you in the first place. You seem...grumpy." 

"YOU KILLED MY BOYFRIEND!" She screamed, causing Ryan, Chaz, and Christian to turn around at the same time. "HE'S DEAD AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT, BASTARD!" Peyton hung up and slammed the phone to the ground, where it shattered to pieces. She fell to her knees and started to sob, uncontrollably. Ryan and Chaz ran over to comfort her, but all she could think of was how the shattered remains of the phone resembled the shattered remains of her heart.  

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