Trouble

"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.

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26. Chapter 25

   He looked at me with such hope, but somewhere deep down I could tell he wasn't happy. His face was hard. It looked like stone that had been carved.

   "Ok...?" I said unsure. I could feel my nerves racing up inside of me. "But I've never raced before..."

"I'll show you." he held his hand out, I gently grabbed it and followed him down to his car.

   He took a seat in the passenger seat, I walked around to sit in the drivers seat. I trailed my fingers across the hood of the car. It was still warm from when Justin drove it. I opened the door and slid into the drivers seat.

   "Ok, it's a stick..." he was pointing at the clutch and the shift, he paused and looked up at me, "You do know how to drive a stick right?"'

   I pulled a smile across my face, "Just sit back and enjoy the ride. It'll be over before you know it."

He propped his elbow up on the window and leaned his head against his hand. I looked over at Alfredo who was still yelling at his girlfriend. I guess he could feel me staring because he looked up and waved, only wiggling his fingers then quickly rotated his hand and flipped me off.

   I turned my head back forward, gripped the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white, I cranked the radio up and revved the engine. TWRK - NOLIA was blasting through the speakers. I could feel Justin's eyes on me.

   "I have never let anyone else drive my cars...not even Ryan. So please don't make me regret this."

I ignored his comment. Honestly it kind of ticked me off. I mean, I am doing this race for HIM, not for myself.

   I snapped my head at him, "You think I'm doing this for me?" I practically yelled at him. "You should be thanking me! I am racing your car because if I don't a hell of a lot of people lose money. So don't go throwing threats at me."

   His face tightened. I could tell by his face he was pissed I yelled at him but at the same time, I was so right.

"Hold my heels dear?" I said mockingly and condescendingly. He took the heels from my hands.

   "You better win." he turned his head back forward.

"Watch me." I changed the station and Clique by Kanye West began blaring.

   I revved my engine as the same skanky girl walked in front and began waving her flag.

"Ready?" I revved the engine.

"Set?" I crowd cheered

"GO!" dirt flew every where and I kept my eyes forward.

   We were approaching the first turn, I switched from second gear to the third. Getting closer to the turn I switched to fourth.

   "Slow down on the turns. They a lot sharper than they seem." Justin warned putting his hands on the dash.

I turned the wheels fast, dirt flew every where. I quickly switched the steering wheel back over to gain control.

   "You see? You lost control and time."

I looked in my rearview mirror, the little girl driving was right behind me and getting closer. I quickly took the next turn only leaving the last straight away. I took this turn slower and sped up on straight away, focused on the finish line. I looked back in my mirror, the girl driving Alfredo's car lost control.

    I was right up on the finish line and then I started slowing down.

"What are you doing?" Justin yelled, "Stop playing games and finish the damn race?"

   "But you said be careful and don't take it too fast." I said yawning, stretching both arms out.

"Stop playing games"

    "Say sorry..." we were creeping up onto the finish line.

Justin looked in his mirror, the other car was coming up fast... "ok, ok, ok, sorry...."

    I pushed the gas pedal all the way into the floor board and crossed the finish line. Justin began shaking his head against the window.

    I looked at him, and scoffed, "Your welcome..."

I took the keys out and threw them at him, grabbed my shoes and slammed the door.

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