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"that was Justin Bieber."
I took in the sight of my frantic best friend, both of her hands raised to her hair line as she continued pacing back and forth. the only sound was the leaves crunching beneath her feet, a string of profanities leaving ambers mouth and the music coming from the house that wasn't that far behind us, the sliding doors were closed muffling the sound just a bit.
"calm down amber." I snapped interrupting her cuss session, finally having enough of her over reacting, why is she so distraught?
"me calm down?" her eyes were now wide and her pacing had come to an instant stop as the words left her mouth, "do you even know who Justin Bieber is Isabelle?" she seethed, throwing her hands up in frustration.
"yes, you, you're acting as though that guy is going to kill me," I shouted, she gawked at me in utter shock, "and yes amber, any one in this freaking town that is in their right mind would know who Justin Bieber is and that's why i'm trying to figure out why you think I'm dumb enough to believe that the idiot in there is him."
"why wouldn't you believe it, I just said it's him, don't you trust me?" she half shouted, trying to contain her anger.
"it looked nothing like him." I admitted.
"people can change in two years isabelle, or should I say, 'bella brace face'." she spat, she smirked knowing damn right that she had hit a soft spot when I stayed silent. I guess she was right but damn, someone couldn't change that much.
I ignored her hurtful remark, "but it still doesn't make sense, after two years, why is he back now?"
"I really don't know, I wish he never left though." she whispered, even though I never really had a chance to talk to bieber, I agreed with her.
Justin Bieber was the 'it' guy from year seven through to year ten, the captain of the basketball team -- I attended both middle school and high school with him and amber -- guys wanted to be him and girls wanted to be with him. girls wanted to be everything he wanted, and guys loathed that to a point where half of the boy population at our school went out and one day came back to school with the same hairstyle. it was like he himself had brain washed everyone into thinking he was the most gorgeous person on the earth and somehow everyone fell to their knees with the lick of his lips or the flick of his infamous hair, including me as much as I hated to admit it. he was simply the best thing to look at and that was something everyone could agree on.
not only was he irresistible, charming, he was also incredibly sweet and down to earth, he didn't hurt anyone that wasn't in the 'popular' group at school or play girls and use them just for sexual reasons like most of the jocks, -- he treated them with respect and only had eyes for the girl that he loved -- Allison Levi; he treated her like nothing but a princess, showering her with kisses every time they saw each other in the hallway, gifts and love notes placed in her locker unexpectedly, she wasn't just a crush to him, oh no, she was way more to him, it was like she was the only girl in the world and I could tell she never felt the same way.
she was undeniably beautiful, sweet and caring, the teenage dream. Perfect summer body, long, thick blonde hair, heart shaped lips the perfect shade of bubblegum pink and stunning blue eyes. whether you were male or female, you always stopped to stare and marvel at her beauty so it wasn't surprising that she was in a relationship with justin but.. that didn't stop her from exploring the male species behind his back, no. if anything it only made it more exciting for her. made it more of an adventure.
I felt sorry for Justin, actually I think everyone did, he was so blinded by his love for her that he had no idea she was sleeping around and probably still didn't, no one had the guts to actually confront her about it and spill her little secret to justin but when and if they did, justin laughed and shook it off a mere case of jealousy towards their 'perfect' relationship.
he hadn't shown his face in this town ever since he left without a word to anyone outside of his family at the start of year ten -- even to his best friends or his girlfriend, nothing. no one had any clue as to where he had gone or how long he would be which caused death rumors to arise. people were lost without him but after a while the rumors died down and everyone seemingly forgot about him as time progressed; excepting the fact that he wouldn't return but every now and then he was a passing topic in any conversation.
of course Allison was still milking her heartbreak though -- for two years and still counting, drama queen -- or was pretending to as she let any and every guy bury themselves inside of her, seeing if they might be able to erase the self pity and fill the empty void in her tiny little cold heart.
"earth to Belle?" ambers voice immediately stopped my train of thoughts. I blinked as she waved her hands in front of my face, "where did you go?" she giggled.
"I was just thinking." I smiled, "can I ask you something?"
"yeah what is it." she sighed, brushing her hands through her hair.
"why did you get so worked up, if he is who you say he is, what's bieber going to do about me drinking that freaking can?"
"damn, you really don't get out much do you?" she sighed, "you might want to sit down before I start telling you though." she half smiled, gesturing to the garden bench just underneath the small willow tree we were currently standing under. I did as I was told and quickly moved to the seat, sitting down so she could hurry up and tell me what was so important.
she cleared her throat as she sat down directly beside me, "do you remember Jazmyn, his sister?" she paused, looking at me and waited for me to nod so she knew I did in fact remember Jazzy. I couldn't help but let a wave of sadness overcome me just by the mention of her name, "remember Josh and Bradley Stinson and Madalene Chire?" I nodded again, those names only evoking one emotion from me; anger.
Jazmyn was beautiful in her own way and incredibly smart and kind, from the outside she looked like a bright, happy, loving young girl but no one really knew she was crying on the inside and it was all their fault. they made her life a living hell but it wasn't in a normal way, not like the normal type of bullies. they did it when they weren't in the eye of the public.
"well..." she paused, "the stinson twins were staying in their cabin in the woods just outside of Middlesbrough and Madalene reportedly went up there to visit them during their holiday. Bryn, Madalene's sister, received a phone call later that night and apparently when she answered, all she heard was her sister screaming and someone shouting at her along with a growl or bark or something, then the phone call was cut off." I nodded my head, reassuring her I was listening to what she was saying, I couldn't find my voice to speak up and tell her myself.
"the police turned up the next day at the cabin.. from what I heard, there was a lot of blood and chunks of hair that matched the length and color of Madalene's and also letterman jackets that matched the ones the twins had been seen earlier that day wearing, they were covered in blood. no one's heard or seen them since and unfortunately, they're presumed dead." she was now whispering as she spoke the unspeakable words.
I didn't know what to say or how to feel about what amber just told me. I disliked those people with a passion but I would never wish for something like this to happen to them, what they did was wrong but they deserved to live with the fact they were the reason that some innocent person had taken their own life. but I also didn't understand how this had anything to do with Justin Bieb- oh my freaking god.
no no no no, please please, no.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat but my hands started to shake vigorously, "they think he did it, don't they?" I choked out, praying to dear god that I was wrong and I had assumed something so far from the actual truth. because if he was, i'd probably just pissed off a serial killer.
she nodded slowly, "I mean, I know where they are coming from. it's weird that they all went missing basically the same week he returned from thin air and they all has something to do with his sister.." as realization sunk in, so did my stomach.
I am in deep shit.
"but they don't have evidence?" I asked, barely audible but she caught on.
"no, so there is a chance that justin didn't actually do it." she admitted, I released a breath I hadn't known that I was holding in. typical me, spend fifteen minutes at a party and I've already been a total bitch to a murder suspect.
but at least it's not proven, innocent until proven guilty. right?
you know deep down that kid couldn't do it, right?
I don't know what it was I just couldn't picture the sweetheart kid I knew with the hair flick and the beautiful brown eyes wiping someone off of the planet of this earth, not to mention dismembering them. it just couldn't be him, but I know for sure I would not be standing within a five foot radius of him, or maybe fifty for the rest of the night.
I shook my head, brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying my hardest to rid myself of the thoughts of blood and missing people.
all I can say is that the odd's are definitely not in my favor tonight like I had thought they were.
"you see why I was so worked up now?" I nodded my head, grabbing her arm and pulling her off of the chair along with me, I just couldn't take sitting there any longer listening to such stories, "what are you doing?" she asked, yanking her wrist out of my grip.
"I came here to party not to talk about blood and missing people, murder and shit. if you want to, that's fine find someone else that's interested because I am not." I snapped, turning around not bothering to wait for her response because quite frankly, I was already scared and annoyed enough.
I maneuvered through the bodies once again to the familiar table with all the drinks and tubs of ice spread out in front of me. my hand shot out and dug into the same tub I had found the previous drink from and wrapped my fingers around another can, pulling it out, yanking the tab backwards and drinking the substance.
my sister can get McDonald's another way because after what I just heard, I don't think I will be sober enough to drive.
I don't care anymore, I need to let loose and forget about what I just heard. I began swinging my hips to the beat of some house remix that blared through the speakers, moving my hands above my head and tossing my head from left to right letting my hair toss around.
I just need to relax, enjoy myself as much as I can after hearing that because there is a slim chance he's just an accused killer, simple case of wrong place wrong time. happens a lot according to my father.
the words 'innocent until proven guilty' kept repeating themselves in my head in a desperate attempt to calm myself down. it honestly felt like i had been dancing for hours, alone.
continuing my movements, I snapped my head up forcing my hair to whip against my back and I looked around the room to see if I could spot anyone familiar to dance with or talk to to clear my mind but my search stopped short at the sight of a golden pair of eyes starring at me from a distance. a smirk plastered on his lips as he brought what was probably a joint to his lips and took a drag, pausing for a minute before exhaling the smoke.
damn, he's kinda gorgeous for a killer.
snap out of it belle!
I hadn't realized that I was staring until he winked in my direction, causing me to snap out of my day dream and begin moving my feet in the opposite direction as fast as i possible could.
after pushing countless people out of the way, I found myself at the kitchen bench where more drinks were offered but instead of cans, there were red cups that were already filled along with a tub of cans if you so wished to pour one into a clean cup.
I dug my hand through the familiar cold water and felt around until a can found it's way into my grasp, I pulled it out and just as my hand was hovering over the tub a pair of hands found their way around my waist until they rested on my hips, I froze instantly when I felt hot air on my neck just below my ear.
"I thought you left." the familiar husky voice whispered against my ear, sending a shiver up my spine. my hand instantly loosened its grip on the can, sending it plunging back into the bucket of ice as a quiet chuckle rang in my ear.
shit shit shit
I turned around in his hold as my heart hammered against my chest, already knowing who it was. I looked up at him, stepping backwards so his hands were forced to drop and I was pressed up against the table.
"n-no, just thirsty." I half smiled. I would be lying if I said I was calm because on the inside I was freaking the fuck out, excuse my language. I had just found out this guy could be a possible murderer and he's got his hands on my hips and whispering in my ear. no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that he was probably innocent, the fact that he might not be kept eating away at my thoughts.
just speak nicely, play it cool until he walks away and try not to be a bitch again. i thought to myself.
I took this time to look at the long lost boy I had once known, his hair was sticking up in different directions, soft, disheveled locks that you wouldn't mind running your fingers through, golden eyes that instantly calmed you when you looked into them, a blemish free face that any teenage girl would kill for and perfect plump lips that were an amazing shade of light pink, totally kissable. his arms completely covered in tattoos that matched each other perfectly. I was a sucker for good tattoos.
he is still as gorgeous as I remember, but in a completely different way.
he cleared his throat, pulling me out of my daze to be brought back to the harsh reality, "did you enjoy my drink?" he smirked, showing his perfect white teeth as he looked at me through his thick lashes.
"oh, u-uhm, about that.. I'm sorry." I admitted sheepishly, fumbling with my word.. good work idiot..
"don't worry about it, it's just a drink." he laughed, stepping forward and grabbing the drink I had previously dropped and handed it to me, "and it wasn't my last," he winked, handing me the can. unbelievable.
"are you sure?" I asked, he gave me a reassuring nod before I opened the can and sculled as much as I could, ignoring the burning sensation in my throat. I didn't want to drink too much but I wanted to avoid any tension between us for as long as I could, I ended up finishing the can, scrunching it up and throwing it too the floor. wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
"damn belle." justin chuckled, I froze for what seemed like the tenth time tonight at the mention of my name. he actually knew me? my eyebrows furrowed.
"how do you know my name..?" I asked, pulling my hair over my shoulders.
"we did go to the same middle school and high school, I remember you from some of our classes." he said nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders as if it wasn't a big deal to him. after years of thinking he was avoiding me, he actually knew me and acknowledged me? I couldn't help but smile at the thought, the popular boy acknowledged the freak with braces.
it was no secret that before amber came along I was a typical nerd, glasses, braces, straight A's, sweaters and nurse shoes etc. but after she walked into my life, I went from glasses to contact lenses, nurse shoes to heels and completely changed everything in between gaining more attention from the opposite sex, even landing myself a gorgeous boyfriend.
"oh yeah, you're that kid that was in my english class, Justin Billber or something?" good, act as though you don't know him, play the dumb card. he cocked a brow, before his infamous grin plastered across his face.
"Bieber, babe. Justin Bieber." his tongue swept over his bottom lip. my teeth latched onto mine without me realizing as I watched his tongue. my vision blurring by the second; sculling that drink was a big mistake and it was starting to take it's toll on me.
"sorry, forgot." I lied, giggling as I held my hands up and shrugged my shoulders, my heart still pounding in my chest but I was trying my hardest too hide it.
"you know Isabelle.." he stepped forward, I firmly pressed my back into the table behind me trying to avoid getting any closer but failed as his hands found my hips once again and he dipped his head into the crook of my neck so his hot breath was hitting the nape, "I can tell when you're lying."
"sure you can." I giggled again, trying to cover up the fact that I was almost having a heart attack. I had to ignore it and not flip out at him because that would only end me in one position if what I heard was true -- missing, or even.. dead.
"do I make you nervous?" he whispered huskily, I shook my head almost instantly, gulping loudly causing him to erupt into silent fits of laughter, "you're lying."
"I- I am not." my breath caught, causing my voice to tremble. I mentally cursed myself for not being emotionally stable.
"yes.. you are belle." he whispered, lightly pressing his lips to my warm neck, "why are you so nervous?" he asked. I don't know, maybe because a possible murderer is pressing my body up against his.
"I'm not." I blurted, too fast for my liking.
"it's not like I'm going to kill you." he growled, the undertone was hard enough to make shivers run down my spine once again. my mouth shot open and I loosened my grip on the table bringing my hand to his chest, roughly pushing him off of me avoiding the dizziness and the early stages of a wicked hangover. i wasn't going to put up with him making killing remarks.
"are you sure about that." I seethed with a knew found rage and confidence that obviously that drink had given me, he pulled his eyebrows together in frustration, "it was nice seeing you again, Boebar." and with that I turned to walk away, getting about a meter away before a firm grip on my wrist tugged me back against his hard chest.
"it's Bieber." he spat, a sick smile tugging at each side of his mouth, "and trust me, you don't want to talk to me like that, Malcolm."
"why would I care what I talked to you like, I mean it's not like you're going to kill me." I paused, taking in his surprised expression before continuing, "plus, if I go missing, it'll only make your case even worse." I smiled sweetly, gesturing to the crowd of teenagers that could've possibly seen us. he stilled, realizing that I had heard the rumors or maybe the truth before shooting me daggers.
"you don't know the truth," he growled, his grip tightening on my wrist causing me to wince. it felt as though he had dug nine inch nails into my skin but I knew that alcohol makes me over exaggerate things. quickly he dropped my wrist completely, turning quickly to walk through the crowd and out of my sight.
that's it, I'm out of here.
Chapter End Notes:
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