Danger (Justin Bieber)

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15. "Two can play this game, bitch."

“Ow, ow, ow!” Justin snapped at me for the third time that night. “Will you be careful? There’s only so many times I can ignore you pressing on it so hard.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, if you weren’t so god damn impatient, stubborn and annoying--due to you moving around like a child--I would have been done by now!” I hissed back, anger getting the best of me.

“Babe, you need to relax.” Justin cooed in a cocky tone, a smirk on his lips.

I arched a brow. “Don’t babe me, you asshole.” I muttered. “Now sit still and don’t move.” I went back to dabbing the alcohol disinfecting wipes on his torn skin.

He merely chuckled, finally listening to me for once as he kept his body still, not moving an inch.

It was about fucking time. I mean, it’s one thing to be impatient but it’s another to be obnoxiously rude especially while being a tease.

It all gave me such a migraine, I was about to lost my freaking mind.

It all started when asshole over here laid on my bed as if he owned the place, stuffing his hands behind his head as he gazed at my TV with admiration.

I crossed my arms against my chest, pursing my lips as my eyes practically drilled holes into the side of his head.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer babe.” Justin smirked, his eyes still on the television screen.

I, on the other hand, didn’t find this amusing nor smirk worthy. No, I found this idiotic. “Are you retarded?”

He finally pulled his eyes from the TV. “What?”

“I said are you retarded?”

Justin twisted his face into a look of confusion. “Is that a trick question?” He cocked his head to the side.

God almighty, why was I stuck with an idiot for the night?

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I rolled my eyes, walking over to him before grabbing the remote and turning the TV off.

“Hey! I was watching that,” He gestured his hand towards the TV.

I shrugged. “My house, my room , my TV.” I waved the remote in the air. “My remote.” I smirked.

“So? I’m injured. Cut me some slack!”

“I’s not my fault you decided to get stabbed. It’s also not my fault you’re “Danger” and you got yourself a bunch of haters.”

“I prefer the term enemies.” Justin retorted bitterly.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes again. “Does it really matter?” I pressed my weight to one side, gazing at him with my brown eyes.

He ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at the ends before shaking it off and looking back over at me. “You are so frustrating, you know that?”

I laughed. I didn’t even hesitate to keep quiet. This bitch did not just seriously say that. “I’m frustrating?” I pointed to myself. “I‘m frustrating?” I repeated once more, putting an emphasis on the “I’m”.

My eyes widened as Justin nodded.

“I believe you’re the only girl I’m looking at.” He dug his fists into the pockets of his skinny jeans.

I scoffed, barking out another laugh. “If anyone’s frustrating here, it’s you!” I pointed a finger at him. “God, are you oblivious to the things you do?”

“What do I do?” He gave me that look that spelled “Go-ahead-tell-me” .

“Well, for starters, you’re bipolar.” I stuck my index finger up.

“How the fuck am I bipolar?” He growled.

I pointed to him. “Right there, getting angry for nothing.” I faked a gasp. “There’s number two.” I stuck my middle finger up.

“How can I not get angry when you’re accusing me of shit that’s not true.” He spat.

“Denial.” I turned to him. “First sign of being bipolar.” I sing-sang.

“That’s for drug addiction, genius.” Justin pulled his lips into a thin line, his eyes turning into sleets but at this point I didn’t give a damn.

“Like you don’t do drugs..” I scoffed. “So either way babe,” I used his mocking words against him, “It still counts for you.” I made a face at him before rolling my eyes and looking away.

“What did I tell you about that shit?” He hissed.

I turned to look at him. “What are you talking about?” I spit, annoyed.

“Rolling your eyes like a little bitch.” He sneered, getting closer to me.

I scoffed. “You’re not my father. You can’t tell me what to do.” I rolled my eyes again purposely.

He stared at me openly, his nose flaring, his chest rising and falling from anger.

Before I even had the chance to register what was going on, Justin had grabbed me by my upper arms, pinning me against the wall of my room within seconds, is face dangerously close to mine.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, shocked and surprised that he had grabbed me so viciously.

“Teaching you a lesson.” He responded monotonously.

I kept my mouth shut at this point, wondering what he was going to do to me. He couldn’t possibly hurt me, could he?

I looked down, passing sight of his body along the way where the glow of crimson caught my eye. “Oh God, you’re bleeding again.”

He loosened his grip a bit, looking down as well. “Shit,” He muttered.

“Let me get the first aid kit, go sit on the bed.” I ushered out of his grip, walking into the bathroom, grabbing the box and towel before walking back out and over to the bed where surprisingly Justin was sitting on.

“Wow, you actually listened to me.” I scoffed, kneeling on the bed by his side.

“Don’t start,” He muttered.

I bit my tongue, grabbing the wipes from the box and turning to wash off the blood with the towel I used from before.

“Can you make me a sandwich?” Justin’s voice snapped me out of my trip down memory lane.

My eyebrows shot up almost instantly. “Excuse me?” I gawked at him with my mouth wide open.

“Better close your mouth there babe. Don’t wanna dry it out. Remember you gotta keep it moist. You know,“ He twisted his lips up. “for future references.” He shot me a wink which immediately made my face turn in a disgusted manner.

“What do I look like to you? A slut?” I raged. He was testing my patience and I was running thin on it by now. “You’re disgusting.”

“Just giving you some tips.” He mindlessly shrugged as if what he just said wasn’t anything to be angry about. A cocky grin still playing on his lips.

“You’re unbelievable.” I muttered angrily with another shake of my head.

“Or so I’ve been told.” He gave me that same taunting look which made me want to barf.

Okay, not literally, but… you know what I mean.

I growled lowly, ignoring him. If I returned his idiotic words, it’d just get him riled up to continue this pointless conversation.

A few minutes passed before Justin spoke once more. “Are you done yet?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, not even paying attention to him.

He groaned. “Babe?”

“What?” I looked at him.

“Are you even paying attention to me?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head.

“Then what did I say?” He pressed.

I sighed. “I don’t know.” There’s no beating around the bush with him.

His jaw twitched. “I thought you said you heard me.”

“Well, I guess I thought wrong then.” I faked a smile his way.

“You’re such a fucking bitch, you know that?” He spat angrily, his eyes turned into sleets, his lips pinned down into a thin line--which meant only one thing--he was getting irritated.

“And you’re a fucking asshole. Did you know that?” I spat right back. Two can play this game, bitch.

“What kind of game are you trying to play here Kelsey?” Justin narrowed his eyes at me.

“I’m not trying to do anything. All I’m trying to do is get you cleaned up but you can’t seem to wire your brain enough to comprehend what shut up and stay still means.” I spoke through gritted teeth.

“I can only sit still for so long. Maybe if you were fast enough, you would have finished this a long time ago.”

“Ha, if only you’d shut up!” I raised my voice a little.

“How can I shut up when you’re fucking act like a little cunt?” He hissed heatedly, his cheeks red from anger.

I froze in my spot, my eyes widening and my breathing halting for a moment. “What did you just call me?” I whispered.

“You fucking heard me,” He snapped. “I called you a cunt.”

I bit the inside of my cheek before looking away. If words could kill, he would have sliced through my heart by now.

The tension rose amongst us and it’s been that way ever since the whole argument we had. I tried to break it here and there with a few soft words but nothing worked. No one could get through to that thick head of his.

I learned that the second you get on his bad side, there’s no getting out--at least for a while.

Once I had him all bandaged up and stuck the end of the bandage roll against his stomach, I sat back, throwing all the items I had used back into the kit, while discarding the wrappers and used wipes into one pile. “All done.” I called out.

“Thanks,” He muttered dryly.

I sighed. “No problem.” I replied just as dull as he did before standing up while grabbing the garbage with me and walking over to the trash can I had placed in my room.

Just as I was about to turn around, I felt my breathing hitch the moment I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist.

“I’m sorry,” Justin murmured in my ear, regret laced in his words.

I simply nodded, numb to say anything else.

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