*1 Week Later*
Justin and I stood on the patio, staring out at the sun.
"I don't want to be another Carla.." I whispered.
"You couldn't be another Carla if you tried, over this past I've spent so much time with you, I've learned so much about you, you would never be like that." he replied.
"I know I seem like this asshole with no heart, but I'm not like that around you, you understand that, right? You see how I am around Carla, and then when I'm around you.."
"Justin, she's a fucking whore! You saw her and Chase the day they just met, practically sticking their tongues down each others throats!" Carla screamed at Justin.
"You shouldn't be the one to talk! You practically beg on your knees to get in my pants every fucking night, I told you I'm done with you, why can't you get that through your head?!" he barked back.
"Because! I know you're done with me, and you're going to go right to her! She's a little bitch, a slut, the names could go on." she yelled.
"She's anything but!"
"How would you know? You've known her for how long? 6 days? WOW!" sarcasm dripped her voice.
I felt tears form in my eyes, I knew I was ruining something, I knew it.
"Just leave me alone, she's different. Shut the fuck up and leave me the hell alone!" he yelled, before knocking on my door, shortly after.
"Ava, it's Justin, I'm coming in" he said softly.
His eyes immediately softened as he saw the tears in my eyes.
"Don't listen to what she says, she's an idiot"
Ignoring his comment, I spoke shakily, "Am I really a bitch? A slut? A whore? I knew I'd be ruining something.." I said, crying harder.
"You're not ruining anything, c'mere"
He pulled me into a warm embrace, whispering comforting words in my ear.
"I know, I know. I just don't want to feel like things are going to go wrong because of me.."
"I know we met so shortly ago, but I'm so damn attracted to you, I can't fight it anymore. You're not afraid to stand up to me, you bring out the soft side of me, that's hasn't come out for months, I can't help but feel like, like, I need you."
"All I want is for you to give me a chance, can you do that for me? Trust me, I'd never intentionally hurt you.. Please" He spoke softly, caressing my cheek.
"Fine, but screw it up, and I'm out" I caved in.
"Thank god, I've been waiting to kiss you all week, especially when I walked in on you changing, you rushed to cover yourself up, and you were blushing like crazy, it was so cute" He said, smirking.
"You're such a boy" I giggled, slapping his arm playfully.
"Nothing I'm ashamed of" he replied, shrugging.
"Now, come give me the kiss I waited oh so patiently for"
He leaned in for a kiss, but I turned my cheek, running before he could catch me.
"Get back here!" he yelled.
I ran into the house before being tackled on the couch.
"Damn you're fast, for a boy with saggy pants" I pointed out.
"Now, are you ticklish?"
"yeah? what does that have to do-"
I was cut off by him tickling me, my weakness.
"J-justin! I-I'm S-sorry" I said, in between laughs.
"Not until you promise to give me the kiss I deserve!" he said, continuing to tickle me.
I tried screaming, but he didn't budge.
"Fine" I huffed.
He leaned down, and before I could meet him halfway, someone cleared their throat.
Justin slowly removed himself from me, revealing the whole group standing in front of us.