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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4. Chapter 3

   He stood back up straight still holding his cheek. He looked at me with pure rage and anger in his eyes. He had his head tilted down so I couldn't see his mouth. He began walking towards me, his hands in fists, I backed back up into the dresser. He slammed both hands on either side of my neck. I closed my eyes in fear, he brought his face closer and closer to mine until we were an inch apart.

   "That was a big mistake' he took one finger and began out lining the cut outs on the dress that were at my ribs. "I'm the last person you want to say no to, much less slap across the face."

    I felt him getting a high of my fear. Fear is just imaginary air. Fear is just imaginary air. I pushed his hand off my body. I took a deep breathe, I repeated it one last time, there was no going back now, fear is just imaginary air.

    "Get your filthy hands off of me you douche." I yelled moving across the room, now his back was against the dresser. More anger was building up inside of him.

   "You know..." he smirked, "A lot of guys are dying to rip that dress to shreds." I felt blood rush to my head, my hands began to make fists so tight I could feel my nails digging into my skin. "I mean just look at yourself." He sat on his bed pointing at my clothes. "You are dressed like a-

   "Like a what Justin?"  I heard Brandy's voice behind me. I felt her and the other girls run up behind me.

   "Oh what is she, like your new puppet?" He began to laugh. Brandy stood in front of him bending over pointing her finger in his face.

    "You stay the FUCK away from her, you got me?"

    "Or, what?" he crossed his arms challenging her, "are you going to get your boyfriend to beat me up.." he waved his hands around like he was surrendering, "'cus we both know how that ended last time."

    Brandy stood up straight, pushed her hair back, "Just stay away." she put more emphasis on "away"

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NEXT DAY:

   I woke up and slid on my black vans, boyfriend jeans, a grey shirt with a flannel over it. I pulled my hair into a long ponytail and let it's natural waves flow. I put on mascara and filled in my brows then walked out the door.

    I went to go pull into my parking spot until I saw a all blacked out Cadillac in my way. What the fuck?! I hopped out of my car and tapped on the window. The window slowly rolled down and there sat the boy I now feared most.

   "Can I help you?" he pulled his sunglasses down to make full eye contact with me.

    "Yeah, you can get the fuck out of my parking spot." I crossed my arms across my chest.

     He began to laugh as he hit the boy next to him, "You hear that Twist? She wants us to move." Justin turned back to me, "You want us to move?" He asked reassuring, but actually just to push my buttons.

    "Yes I do, did you not hear me the first time?" 

     "See here's the thing shawty," he clicked his teeth, "You gotta do something for me in return..."

     "Like what?" I sighed at the end. My stomach was doing flips. Not the good kind. Slowing turning into knots waiting for him to tell me what I could do for him.

       "Wait for me in this parking spot after school, can you handle that?" he sounded condescending.

   I slammed my hands right above his window and brought my face closer to his. Everyone in the parking lot looked including his friend in the passenger seat who was previously on his phone.

     "How about instead of telling me a place you just tell me what it is you want done." A smile grew across his face. My stomach began doing flips as he brought his face closer to mine.

     "I'll see you in class." He rolled up his window, turned off his car, and him and his friend got out of the car.

    "Move your damn car!" All he did was lock his car in response.

 

I got back in my car and parked in the open spots in the back of the lot and was late to my first class. Great second impression.

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