I flew straight onto my bed, my bag flying elsewhere. I didn't care where it went. My bed was a beautiful thing and I didn't want to ever leave it again.
News had gotten around about mine and Justin's 'make out session' and then 'sultry dance' and as Alice ignored me today in the car ride home, I just knew that she was extremely angry at me. Which made me want to die of laughter. For all I care, Justin's hers.
"You're such a little slut!" I heard Alice say as she stormed into my room. I sat on my bed.
"I'm hardly a slut."
"You knew I wanted him," she scowled. "You ruined it!"
"He obviously wanted me, didn't he?" I smirked, knowing this would grab her.
"You're a little b-" Alice went to throw herself at me but Justin pulled her back. She looked up at him and huffed away. I led back down and then crawled under the covers.
"Turn the light off when you leave." I told Justin, and got comfortable. I closed my eyes for a few seconds. The light turned off and the door closed. I smiled getting more comfortable. I felt an arm wrap around me as it got in behind me. "What are you doing Justin?" I sighed, remaining in position, not opening my eyes.
"This was my bed first," he whispered into my ear. "I don't wanna go."
"Just be still and maybe I'll forget you. But I kick and bite. Also, I sleep walk and talk. And why am I telling you this? Shut up." I groaned. I heard him chuckle lightly behind me.
"You know, I didn't like it when you called me a player." Justin said.
"I don't like it when you get into bed with me and interrupt my sleep. You better be wearing clothes Justin." I said, widening my eyes.
"Just shirtless baby."
"You need to stop calling me that."
Arianna fell asleep really fast. She didn't breathe that heavily in her sleep, to be honest, I was worrying if she actually was breathing.
It had affected me a lot when she called me a player. Straight up after she rejected me. I asked her, why not? She responded, "you're just a player."
I knew I was but, when she said it, it hurt. Like a lot. I can't explain it. I'm not used to feeling like this. I've known this girl for a day? I could know her forever. At least, if this family works out and then I could know her for like three years until she turns 18 and is able to leave. I could know her. What am I talking about? I will know her. She's not going so quickly.
But, why not? Why don't I want her to go? I don't care about anyone else besides me and my Dad. And her. Arianna. Arianna Cross.
She was beautiful. Her long, red, curly hair. Her shining blue eyes. Her petite figure. Her height. She was tiny but she fit so well. Her kiss. Did she feel it? The way she rolls her eyes at everything I say.
What's going on with me?
Tuesday. Fun fun fun. When is the weekend?
I turned around, recalling a certain Bieber behind me. His arms were draped round me. I leant over him and turned my alarm off so it wouldn't wake him. I got up and walked straight in the bathroom for a shower.
With the towel wrapped firmly around me, I moisturised my face before I concealed some of the red patches on my face. They were a nightmare to get rid of. When I was aesthetic, I put on some mascara, not a lot. But enough to add length and volume. I then went with a pale eyeshadow over the lid and then a little gold dust. My teeth were already brushed so I wiped on my lips some Vaseline. I waited for it to dry whilst brushing my hair. The colour was seriously fading and I was desperate for some more colour. My natural dark blonde hair was hideous and nobody would ever see it. I picked up the brush and began brushing my hair. It was long so it took time. After I brushed it and combed it, I put my head round the door to see if Justin was awake-he wasn't. Which meant, I couldn't use the blow dryer yet.
What? I'm a nice person.
My Vaseline had been soaked in so I applied my red lipstick, blotting it after and applying a thin layer of lip balm over the lipstick with a lip wand. I studied myself in the mirror. I suppose I was too busy staring at myself to notice what else was going on in the mirror because next thing I knew, two strong arms wrapped their way around my waist. I straightened up and looked at Justin threw the mirror.
"And how can I help you?"
"You look beautiful, you don't need that crap on your face." Justin frowned.
"Hi, I'm just in a towel, can you leave?"
"Justin a towel, eh? You want me to take it off?" Justin grabbed the towel, threatening to bare my body.
"Don't you dare."
"Oh, it's a dare?" Justin smirked.
"Let me get changed," I said, breathing in slowly. "Take a shower Justin, you smell like you need one." I got out of his grip, but as I left the room, he ripped the towel off of me. I slammed the bathroom door shut, locking him in there. "I hate you!" I yelled through the door. I ran to my wardrobe, changing quickly into a pair of thick leggings and a black long sleeved shirt. I put my black heels on and let my red hair fall. It was drying quickly.
By the time I was done, Justin was too. I opened up the bathroom door to reveal Justin, wearing nothing but a towel to protect the visibility of his manhood.
Haha, did I say manhood?
I lied. He's a kid.
Ruined the dramaticness