Round & Round

Jason McCann/Justin Bieber, gets charged for something and gets into jail.. Where he meets Cameron Smith. She is a cop. The two of them start talking and it changes into something it shouldn't


5. Chapter 5

And then he said that I had to help him he had to stay in here for the rest of his life, he was a man. Which meant that he couldn't live his life without sex not me. He could fuck someone else. "When is your next day here like at night also?" he asked, looking into my eyes. I bet he could see hurt. "Why do you even care McCann? But whenever it is you'll have to sleep I'm done talking to you.." "Let me talk to you alone Cameron" he begged. "Nope... Think about it.. Think about.." "Hmm yeah... How you hurt me" I whispered. "I'm sorry" he whispered, "you don't know how stupid I feel for saying something like that..." "You should" crossing my arms over chest I raised an eyebrow. "Stop being mad I don't like it!" he suddenly shouted at me.

I felt myself tear up, "then you maybe should've thought about the consequences before you did it.." "I'm sorry Cameron" he shouted after me, as I ran to my bathroom in my office. I looked in the mirror, I looked like a raccoon. My mascara running down my cheeks, making me black under my eyes. And red eyes from crying. Suddenly I heard the door open. Shit. "Coming" I shouted. I fixed my makeup and opened the door. But then the door was closed again. "They sent me in here to talk to you.. They said it was important... You had to ask me about something before court" I heard Justin's voice behind me. "What the fuck" I said under my breath, "ask you about what? I don't have anything to ask you about... Hold on a sec.." I grabbed my work phone and called my boss.

"Yeah it's me... Why did you send him in here?.... What question?.... Oh okay... Nothing.... I know that already... No he hasn't... Not at all.. He says he was a nerd.... Me neither.... Well okay I'll send him out when we're done... Okay bye.." "Okay Jason-" "Justin for god shake... Just because you're mad at me doesn't mean you can call me that.." he yelled. "It's your name on your coverall" I winked, "well see ya.." "Please let me talk to you..." he ran up in front of me. He couldn't do anything with his hands because they had handcuffs on. "I think you've said enough already McCann.." "Don't call me that... Now listen to me bitch... I'm sorry I fucking hurt you and I can't promise you anything but I will try my best not to again!! So if you fucking give me second chance, I promise I'll try to make it up to you" he shouted loudly. I sighed, then shouted, "how can you think I can give you another chance when you said something like that.. I don't even know why it hurt as much as it did.. And I can't, because we're not supposed to have any psychical contact at all, also..."

"Who cares it's not like they can do anything to me" he chuckled, then he realized what he said, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean it that way... Of cause you can loose your job so we might have to reconsider.." "See you did it again... Not giving a god damn shit about me at all... You always think about what you get and don't get.. So selfish..." I exclaimed sadly. "I know I'm sorry... But that's who I am... I don't always think before I say something... The words just fly out of my mouth, not giving me a chance to think... I'm sorry I hurt you once again..." he defended, but at the same time apologizing. I looked into his eyes, they were full of regret, "look Justin I don't think we should do this anymore.. You'll just end up hurting me and I'll just end up getting fired.. And I don't care if you don't care about that but-" "Don't you fucking say that" he shouted, "I fucking care about you too much... It can't be healthy the way I care about you Cameron..." "Really?" I looked down. "You bet!" I could feel his smile and I looked up. "I do too Justin... But we can't do this.."

"Don't say that... C'mon-" "No Justin... I'll get fired.. Unless you can prove that you didn't kill that person... Then you're free and we can do this... But you can't so.." "Finally you understand... I didn't do it... I was just watching... You came at the wrong time... That guy is still out there... Okay maybe I did a little thing.... But the guy came at me... It was self-defense... He was gonna kill me if I hadn't pushed him in front of that car I would've been dead by now..." he exclaimed. "Finally you say something we can use... In court" I said and went to my Mac and wrote down what he just told me. "Well?" "Well what?" I stood up looking at him.

He took a step closer to me, "well are we okay? Or?" I thought for a moment, "I can't believe I'm saying this but yeah.." "Thank god" he breathed out, "now can I please get these handcuffs off so I can grab you and kiss you?" "I'm sorry Justin... But we can't do it... As much as I'd love to we can't" I sighed looking into his eyes. He took a step closer, "I know you'll get fired... But how will they find out... It's soundproof... And if you just lock the door nothing will happen..." I really wanted to. He was so sweet. "I have to keep it professional Justin..." "C'mon you already broke that twice..." he said louder and more seriously, than before. He was gonna yell soon.

I didn't know if he just did this to please himself or something. Because if I didn't do as he wanted he would get angry.

"Look Justin.... I can't-" He pressed his lips against mine. Then I remembered the door wasn't locked, so I pushed him away and went to lock the door. "What are you doing?" he asked annoyed. I turned around, "locking the door just as you said.." "Can I please get these off now?" "You already convinced me that this was okay... You got my forgiveness.... Isn't that enough for you already?" I raised an eyebrow. He shook his head, "no I wanna hold you..." "You'll get them off next time Bieber... You have to go soon anyw-" "Please don't say that! I won't get in here in forever" his voice getting louder. "Wow there" I smiled, "why are you getting all grumpy now?" "Don't say I'm 'getting all grumpy'...." he shouted, "I'm only getting a little bit annoyed because I can never kiss you before you pull away or something..." "Oh shut up... We've only kissed two times... Maybe three... But the first time I don't remember me pulling away... And the second time I especially don't remember me pulling away... Because we went all the way... And the third time I remember me pulling away but that was only because I had to lock the door so anyone won't find out and disturb us... So don't shout at me" I said sternly.

He took a deep breath in, "I'm sorry Cameron... I don't know what is wrong with me... I just get all frustrated when the things ain't as I want them to..." "It's okay Justin... I know... Do you know what the doctors said?" I slightly stroked his cheek. "They think I'm bipolar" he chuckled, "but I don't know about that.. I mean it's not that bad.." "C'mon do you believe that yourself?" "How bad do you think it is then?" he raised an eyebrow. I cleared my throat, "well let's see... You keep calling me a bitch when you get mad.. And you get mad when I say something you aren't exactly pleased with..." "I do not! How can you even say that?!" "You asked me and I answered" I defended. "Why do you have to be so annoying?" he groaned, "and why don't you lock me out of these things.." "I don't know... It's my job..." I said smiling a fake smile, "I'll just say that you're ready to get back to your cell.." "No!! See you're doing it again.." he exclaimed frustrated. "You wanted a kiss or what?" I changed the subject.

I was done teasing him. He wasn't the person you should be teasing. "What?" he looked confused at me. I pulled him close to me by grabbing his coverall, "what about that kiss I ruined?" "Oh that one" he whispered before his lips hit mine. Suddenly he pulled away, "just a second I just have to try if this works.." I looked confused at him. He put his arms in the air and took them over my head then pulling them down around my waist, his hands still in handcuffs. So I practically was handcuffed. "See that was better" he smiled, before pressing his lips onto mine. I smiled against the kiss and put my hands around his neck. Right there it felt right. When I couldn't see his orange coverall and handcuffs or my uniform. We pulled away and looked into each other's eyes. We both got back to reality and Justin removed his arms and so did I.

I cleared my throat, "I think you'd better get going.." "Yeah... Well it was nice kissing you again... We should differently do it again" he smiled. "We'll see Bieber" I winked and unlocked the door. "Don't play that game on me Smith" he pecked my cheek as I giggled. I opened the door. "David I'm done with him now" I smiled and handled him to David. "Yes ma'am" David smiled and walked away with Justin. Closing the door I sighed, I'm literally fucked if anyone finds out about me and Justin.

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