Broken

“Why don’t you get it, Justin?” “Because you’re not making sense! You have your walls up, but so do I. You have a past, and I do too. You know we’re perfect for each other!” I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.” I turned to face him, anger blazing through me. “I’m a suicide mission. My mind is filled with demons and I’ve surrendered to them. I can’t do this anymore; I’m broken, Justin.” My voice began to rise as my anger grew and I met his eyes. “Why can’t you understand that you should stay away from me!” He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “See, that's the problem. I can’t stay away from you. I haven’t been able to since the minute I met you!” My breathing hitched as he came closer and closer, walking angrily towards me. He let out a frustrated groan as he pushed me against the side of his car. He brought his mouth up to my neck, breathing heavily. “You have to keep going. You’re broken and I still love you. You’re still perfect. You’re broken, so let me help. Let me fix you."

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20. Painful Encounters

CASSIDY'S  POV - It changes to justin's half way through...don't worry, I'll tell you when :)

“Guess what.” I exclaimed as I bounded over to Justin.

“What?”
“I get to see Nate today!”

“Oh yay. Can’t you just see me jumping in excitement.” He replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Shut up.”
I hadn’t seen Nate in ages. Like, almost a full month now that it was mid October. Of course, we had been texting back and forth but he was constantly busy when I was free and vice versa. I knew it had something to do with Justin and the guys, setting up sessions to train when they knew Nate was free.

“Are you going to that early Halloween party that Noah told us about?” I asked.

“Probably not, I don’t know. Depends who’s going. You?”
“Hell yes. That’s where I’m seeing Nate!”
“Sounds like a great party.” He said dryly. “What class do we have next?”
I looked at the books in my hand. “Art and history.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh joy.” He grabbed a book from his locker and slammed it shut, not bothering to grab his art supplies. I raised an eyebrow at his actions and he just shrugged. “Who cares, I’ll just end up using yours anyway.”

“So will you come to the party or not?” I prodded again as we walked to class, ignoring his negative attitude.

He sighed. “I’ll think about it. Now come on teachers pet, don’t want to be late do you?”

I rolled my eyes and walked inside the classroom. Justin sat in his usual sport, next to me, and grabbed my bag. I frowned as he shuffled through it before grabbing half of my paints and put them on his desk, leaving the other half for me.

“See? Everyone wins.”

“Ok class! Today, I want all of you to carry on with your art work for your assignment. Remember, it has to reflect something about you and your experiences. Have fun!”

“I’ll get ours.” Justin told me, getting up to collect our artworks. When he returned, he hid his from me. “It's a secret.” He grinned, before setting up his chair so I could only see the back of his canvas.

I grabbed my paintbrush and used some red paint to get myself going, continuing from where I left off. When I was finished with the red, I looked around for the blue only to find I didn’t have it.

“Justin?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you have my blue paint?”
I heard him groan, “No! I need it!”
“Come on, just give it to me I only need it for a second.” I said, standing up to go over to him.

“No! Don’t look at it!”
“Chill out Justin, its just an artwork.”
“Yeah, a reflection of my life story!”
“It can’t be that exciting, its you after all.”
“Go away Cassie!”
“Don’t be silly, just give me the blue paint!”
A pretty big group of people had caught onto our argument and were watching us, waiting for one of us to snap. It was common knowledge that Justin and I, while we were friends, fought all the time.
I clutched the paint from the table quickly, but Justin grabbed my hand.

“Cutie.”
“Justin.”
“Let go of the paint.”
“It’s mine! Get your own!” I complained. I watched as his hand moved further down so he was grabbing the paint. “Don’t you dare, Justin Bieber.” A few people laughed at me, but I was dead serious.

“Hmm. I wonder what would happen if…” Justin trailed off, before squeezing the paint tube, the blue landing all over my uniform.

“Oh, my, god.” I muttered. I let go of the tube and tried to get it off of me, but all I did was make it worse. “I hate you so much.” I growled at Justin. He could barely contain his laughter as the entire class laughed with him.

“Oh no! Cassidy, what happened dear?”
I looked at Justin, chocking on his own laughter, before looking at the teacher. “Just a misunderstanding. May I go and clean up?”

She nodded, “Of course dear. I’ll pack away your work.”

I scowled at Justin as I passed him.

“Teacher’s pet.” He muttered teasingly. Just as I was opening the door, I heard chairs falling to the ground. I looked to see Justin and another boy in the class, Michael, pushing each other.

“You want to say that again, maybe louder?” Justin yelled at him.

“What the hell?” I whispered to myself, quickly walking over to Justin. “What do you think you’re playing at?” I pulled his tie, making him bend over to reach my height. “And you,” I said, shoving Michael. “get lost, seriously.”

“Does your girlfriend fight all your fights for you?” Michael yelled at Justin.

“No, only the ones against girls. He has a thing about hitting girls, but I don't.” I retorted, my arms crossed over my chest. Thank god Mrs. Paige was in the other room.

Others in the class ‘ooohed’ at my reply, and Justin put his hand on my shoulder. Michael looked ready to punch me, so Justin dragged me away and out of the classroom. Once we had closed the door, Justin burst into laughter.

“What?”

“That was so hot, but so funny.” He guffawed, wiping his eyes.

I chose to ignore that and instead, interrogate him. “What did he say to you?”
“Nothing.”

“It wasn’t ‘nothing’ you don't normally fight like that in class.” He rolled his eyes and avoided my gaze. “Justin.” I said warningly.

“Fine, he said you have a nice ass. Happy? Him and his lame ass friends were saying shit about you.”

My cheeks flushed in embarrassment at Justin’s words. “Oh. Well, thank you I guess.”

“No problem. You look pretty horrible right now though so…” he trailed off.

“Shut up, its your fault that I’m covered in blue!” He snickered but didn’t say anything. “ I have to go and try and wash this off now.” I muttered as I walked to the girls room. Once I entered, he just followed me in. “Uh, Justin?”

“Yeah?”
“This is the girls room.”

“Thanks, I didn’t know that.” 
“You can’t be in here.”

“Yes I can.”

I sighed and gave up, walking over to the mirror and sink area. I wiped my face from the paint, but my shirt had no hope without me taking it off.

“Justin, get out.”
“Why?”
“Because…” what was I supposed to say? I have to get half naked in front of you?
“Because?”
“Because ok? Just because. Get out.”

“No, I’m staying here unless you give me a reason.”

I groaned and rubbed my hands over my face. “God damn Justin.” He grinned at me but didn’t say anything more. “Okay, get out because I have to take my shirt off.”

His eyes widened to the size of a golf ball. “No way! You think I'd miss an opportunity like that?”

“You’re such a pig!”
“Thank you.’’

I groaned, having no idea what to do. “At least turn around.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine, but don’t act like I’ve never seen boobs before. Yours are tiny anyway.”

I huffed and glared at the back of his head. Did he have to be so…ugh?

I quickly took off my school shirt, leaving me in only my white lace bra and school skirt. Of course, the one day I wear lace I have to take my shirt off in front of Justin.

“Don’t turn around until I tell you, okay?”
“Fine.”

I quickly turned on the tap and ran my shirt under the water until the blue paint was mostly gone. I quickly checked to see if Justin had turned around (he hadn’t) and put my shirt back on.

“There, I’m done.” I mumbled.

He turned around and raised his eyebrows.

“You sure you want to walk out like that, cutie?”

“Yes, why?”

He walked over to me and turned me around so I was looking in the mirror. Holy shit.

My white school shirt was completely see through now it was wet. It stuck to every part of my body. Of. Fucking. Course.

“Turn back around!” I shrieked at Justin, who laughed but did as I said. I shrugged off my shirt and found a hand drier. I dried my shirt as best I could, constantly checking on Justin, before slipping it back on. This time, I checked in the mirror before telling him he could turn around.

“Okay, now I’m done.” I sighed, grabbing my bag. “You are the worst friend ever.” I muttered, walking out of the bathroom fixing my shirt as I went.

“You know, you’re lucky Jennifer isn’t around.” A nasal voice said from next to us. I saw Chantel, Jennifer’s best friend, standing there glaring.
“Why?” Justin asked.

She blushed but kept speaking. “Don’t you know how that looks? You, walking out of the girls bathroom and you fixing your shirt like that? God, are you really that oblivious? No wonder everyone thinks you’re sleeping together.”
I glared daggers in the side of her head but if she noticed she didn’t say anything. “You better watch out, everyone is watching to catch you out of your stupid lie.” And with that, she turned and walked off leaving us both confused as hell to the sound of her ridiculously high heels clicking against the tiled floor.

 

 

Abby, Justin and I got to the party at around 7:30, and it was already in full swing.

“Hey guys!” Noah slurred, obviously drunk already.

“So is this a gang party where I’m going to be hunted, or just a normal high school party?” I asked him.

“Uhhh, probably a high school party. Haven’t seen anyone suspicious yet.” He said incoherently, swaying on the spot.

“Yeah, I think you’re gonna stay with me.” Justin mumbled, putting his hand on Noah’s shoulder.

“Jesus. How am I going to find Nate in a party like this?”

Abby and I were dressed in maid costumes, while Justin and Noah were some dead zombie thing.

 

“Aren’t maids a little over done?” I asked Abby. She simply waved me off, telling me to get dressed. It wasn’t that short, girls would definitely be dressed in worse.

 

“You don’t have to, I’m right here.” A familiar voice said from behind me, hands on my waist. I turned in the guys arms to see Nate, gorgeous Nate, right there.

“You came.” I breathed. He nodded, before closing the small gap between us. He kissed me long and hard, making up for all lost time.

“You look sexy in that outfit.” He mumbled against my lips. I smiled and brought my forehead against his. 
“Hmm I’m glad you like it.”

“Do you want to dance?”

I nodded in reply, waving to the other three as Nate dragged me to the dance floor. Music pounded deafeningly loud inside the house, lights and decorations only adding to the insane atmosphere. People all around us were dressed in crazy costumes, dancing and making out in outrageous places around the house.

“How about a drink first?” Nate smiled as I stood awkwardly in the middle of a crowd of drunk teenagers.

“Uh sure.”

We linked hands and walked together to the kitchen, grabbing a drink. I pretended to sip on it while Nate and I spoke, but I’ve never actually had a drop of alcohol in my life. I was completely opposed to drinking underage, I didn’t need that on my record.

“Hey Nate!” A guy yelled over the music, coming toward us. “Haven’t seen you in a while!”

The two began talking while I watched, feeling like a kid at an adults party. “I’ll be back soon babe, just stay here ok?”

I nodded numbly, knowing it was going to be just like the last party we were at. For a while, I just sat on the bench in this random person’s kitchen, until I realized I had a drink in my hand. People drink all the time to ease their pain, it makes them numb. Maybe it would work for me? I looked at it, deciding it looked pretty harmless, and skulled the entire thing. I screwed my eyes tight as my throat burned from the alcohol.

“Whoa there, first timers don’t usually drink that stuff.”

“Who’re you?” I asked, feeling my head spin.

“Garrett. This is my house. You?”

“Cassidy. How did you know it's my first time?”
“Well if it wasn’t you would have known not to skull that. Its too strong.” He took the empty glass from my hand. “How old are you? Should you even be drinking?” At least he was sober.

“Should anyone here be drinking?” I asked. “I’m 17.”

“Whoa, okay. Who do you know here to take you home?”

“I have to wait for my boyfriend. I can’t go home.”
“Where’d he go?”

“I dunno.” I muttered, venom filling my voice.

“Ah, how about I get you another drink? One that's not as harsh?” He asked, his features overtaken with pity.
“Sure. Whatever.”

“I’m just here.”

I nodded, but he had already turned to the kitchen table to get me a drink.

“There you go. Wanna tell me who your boyfriend is? I might know him.”
“Justin.” My eyes widened and I shook my head. The drink couldn’t have been that strong, could it? “NO. I don’t know why I said that. My boyfriend is Nate. Nate Cassonova.”

Garrett nodded, a scowl evident on his face, “Yeah I know him. It’s okay, I’ll look after you until he comes back.”

“Thanks.” I slurred, already finished my next drink. I didn’t want to remember this tomorrow. I didn’t want to feel the pain of him leaving me yet again. “Mind getting me another?”

 

 

JUSTINS POV

 “Cassidy!” I yelled, looking for the tiny chick in a maids costume. I had seen Nate and no Cassidy, so now I had to look for her. Stupid bastard can’t even look after his own girlfriend. If were him, especially after not seeing her for a while, I’d keep her by my side the entire time we were together. I sighed, seeing no sign of her. At least I came tonight, otherwise no one would look for her. Noah was here too, but he was piss drunk and no help at all. Every girl he saw he assumed was Cassidy, so I left him with Abby.

I wandered my way into the kitchen, to see Cassidy with some other guy, a drink in her hand.

Oh shit.

I walked over to her, she was swaying and she was sitting down.

“Justin!” she hiccupped.

Oh my god.

“Hey, cutie. Want to tell me where Nate’s at?”
“Uhhh, he ditched me. Hours and hours and years ago.”

I turned to the guy next to her. “Who are you- wait Garret? Aye man, what are you doing here?”

Fear and dread filled me as I recognised Garret. He was a part of a group of guys that had helped us out in a rough time before deciding to join the gang. Would he be after Cassidy - what did he do to her? Did he try and hurt her?

“This is my house. What about you, dude? I haven't seen you in a while!”

“I’m...her friend.”
“She said you were her boyfriend. Then she said Nate was, so I got no clue who this chick belongs to.”

“I ain’t got no man, I don’t belong to no one.” Cassidy growled.

A laugh almost escaped my lips as I listened to her words. She was wasted, this was hilarious.

“I found her pouring strong shit down her throat, reckons Nate gave it to her.”

I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Hey, you can go now. I’ll take her home.”

Garrett nodded and waved to Cassidy. “See you, gorgeous.”
“Thanks for looking after her.” I told him.

"All good, Justin. I don't think she deserves to die, she's a cool chick and it won't avenge Emily. Emily is gone, we all just got to move on. End of story." 

I nodded in reply as he turned and left. Maybe some of the others wanted to protect her too? Maybe we could use them-

“Why do you chase all my friends away, J.” She pouted, disrupting my thoughts.

My heart skipped at her words.

Chill out, it’s just a nickname.

“Sorry, cutie. We’ve gotta get you home.” I helped her slide off the counter she was sitting on and held her hand.
“You look pretty when you have lights on you.” She said to me before bursting into giggles.

“Thanks, Cass.”

She stumbled around as we walked through the party. I tried not to let her knock into anyone but the stupid shoes she was wearing made it so much harder.

“How about you take your shoes off?”

She clapped her hands together. “Ooh yay!” She almost dropped to the floor as I let go of her hand to sit her on the ground. She reached to grab the zippers on her shoes but she didn’t have the coordination to do so.

“Here, let me do it.” I offered, helping her with her shoes.

“Oh, thank you J. You’re s-so helpful and kind.” She smiled.

“If only you thought so when you were sober.” I muttered.
“Sober? What’s sober mean?”

“Is this your first time drunk?” I asked her.

“What does drunk mean? Is that like a dinosaur and a duck?”

I snorted and shook my head. She was adorable.

I grabbed her hand to help her stand up and she ran into my chest. “Oh sorry J. I can’t see. Everything looks awkward.” She giggled. I rolled my eyes at her drunkenness. Her hands began making their way up my chest and around my neck, I froze.

Push her away!

“Cutie, w-what are you doing?” I stuttered. The girl I like only wants me when she’s drunk. Of fucking course.
“Nothing J. Stop worrying.” She giggled some more.

She looked into my eyes closely. “Hmm. Your eyes are very beautiful. Just like you.” She mumbled. She came closer to me, setting my heart rate higher than any race or any adrenalin rush could ever make it.

PUSH HER AWAY!

I was sweating and shaking and ready to collapse from anxiety, she was so beautiful.

PUSH HER THE FUCK AWAY SHE’S DRUNK. SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU.

My mind screamed, but I ignored it. Maybe she isn’t as drunk as she seems?

She wouldn’t be this close to you if she wasn’t drunk. Push her away!

Before I could push her away, Cassidy was kissing me. Just like that. Tingles erupted through my body, making me crazy with need. She grabbed a fistful of my hair, wrapping her left leg around my right, pulling me closer and closer. My lips moved in urgency against hers as the kiss got more intense. I loved the taste of her, disregarding the alcohol that was invading our kiss.

Alcohol. She’s drunk.

I pulled back abruptly and gauged her reaction. Her chest rising and falling and her cheeks flushed, a giant smile on her face. I smiled back at her, but I couldn’t help the guilt that was clawing at me. I had taken advantage of her, I was so, so stupid.

“Why did you pull away, J?” she whimpered. My words were stuck in my throat as the beautiful girl pouted. “Didn’t you like it?”

“I-I- No. I mean, yes I did-“

“Good.” She smiled, before closing the gap between us and kissing me again.

Fuck.

 

A/N: Dun dun dun!!

Justin's definitely   got a lot on his plate... and what about his feelings for Cassidy?  I hope you like this chapter, I know I liked the ending :D. Comment your thoughts x

 

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