Obsessed. (Bieber)

"What do you want from me?" she asked as her eyes finally met mine, I licked my lips giving her a small smile, "I just want you to love me.."

It's about Biebeeeer, u know ;-)

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9. Chapter 9.

Ileana Renee.

I let out a sigh as I sat in the basement playing GTA V, becoming frustrated with the game already  from playing it all day. I heard footsteeps making me mutter words to myself as I rolled my eyes hearing his husky voice.

"Ileana, I need to talk to you for a while."

The tone in his voice sounded different wich made me turn my head into his direction as he stood there, hands in pockets and his quiff a little messed up. His voice didn't sound loving like usual or pissed off, it had a serious tone to it. Jason confuses me. I know he's obsessed with me, but some days he won't even acknowledge my existence. It's like he's playing a game with me, or trying too.

"I have some business to take care of, I won't be back til tomorrow night."

"You're leaving me alone?"

I asked in disbelief, my eyes widened slightly. He let out a sigh, slowly nodding his head as his eyes bored into mine even if we were a couple feet away from each other. I bit my lip as I looked away not being able to maintain the eye contact.

"Yes, with one of my trusted gang members, but don't worry, there's also guards."

He explained as he walked closer to me. I nodded, as I eyed him carefully. Something about him was off. Why was he not calling me by those annyoing nick names? Why was he not trying to be as close as possible? Why isn't he all up on my ass?

"I'm leaving now, princess."

He said leaving a kiss on me temple giving me a hug I actually returned wich shocked him, making him tense slightly. He pecked my forehead before walking back up the stairs leaving me sitting there in confusion.

Why is he making me think so much? Why do I even give a fuck?

I felt the feeling of his lips still lingering on my forehead making me groan. I can't get him out of my head! It's driving me mad.
Maybe it's his gold brown locks that are always styled into the perfect hair style or his brown hazel eyes that make my stomach swirl or even the way he look at me.. his body, don't even get me started-

Shut up, Ileana.

A part of my denied any little thing I felt towards Jason, but the other part of me couldn't control it. There was something inside of me making me think about him or get the little butterflies in my stomach, and I couldn't do shit about it besides try to ignore it.

I sighed rubbing my forehead, as if I could wipe off the invisible frustration. I stood up as I walked up the stair case and into the kitched seeing a guy who looked older than Jason sitting there on his phone or tablet. I furrowed me eyesbrows.

"Uh, hi?"

I said, making him jump as he stared at me, licking his lips.

"Boss told me not to talk to you, unless I had permission."

He said not even glancing at me as he kept his head down. I rolled my eyes letting out a small laugh as I sat across from him on the counter.

"Did he also tell you not to look at me?"

I asked, a smirk on my lips. He gave me a quick glance letting me see his bright blue eyes and fair skin tone, he gave me a quick nod. Isn't he supposed to me protecting me? He seems like he's scared of me, or maybe he's just terrified of Jason. I chewed on my bottom lip as I rummaged through the fridge pulling out  a cheese stick, as I took a seat next to the guy.

"Well, I'm giving you permission to talk to me.."

I trailed off hoping he'd let me know what his name is.

"James."

I nodded as I began to grow frustrated with his silence. I stood up from my seat as I walked upstairs up into Jason's room, or how he likes to call it, our room. I let go of my ponytail as I ran my fingers through my hair looking at myself in the mirror. For some odd reason I felt uncomfortable, like if I was being watched. I didn't dare turn around, instead I looked up towards the mirror seeing the reflection of a man standing outside the balcony holding a gun with a devilish smile on his face.

Don't scream. Don't scream.

Panic began to rush through my body as I felt my breath quicken and my hands trembling as I stared at the person through the mirror. His hand held onto the knob of the balcony door making me let out a scream that could break glass. In an instant, James was at me side hugging me as other guys with huge guns walked into the room looking everywhere.

"What happened Ileana? Are you okay?"

He asked as the tears poured out of my eyes, I shooked my head pointing my finger at the balcony.

"T-there was s-some fu-fucking wierdo there! I s-swear!"

I choked on my own tears as I tried to talk, James just shushed me as he nodded his head towards the balcony telling one of the men to check it out.

"N-no! He had a g-gun!"

I felt myself began to hyperventilate, as a panic attack started in my body.

"Sh, Ileana, he's gonna check it out."

James said, as he rubbed my back.

"Uh James-"

I lift me head up from his shoulder seeing one of the men widening his eyes at James, not wanting to say anything infront of me.
Then the most unexpected words flew out of my mouth, between my sobs.

"I w-want Ja-Jason."

 

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