Danger is what he's known as. Nobody dares talk to him. He's not like everyone else. But she. She changed him.
(It's not my story. All credit goes to Adriana from justinbieberfanfiction.com)


18. Chapter 16

Justin's POV:

Walking up the front pathway to the door, I knocked on it several times, knowing that the guys were inside because their  cars were parked in the driveway. Holding onto my side, I took a deep breath counting to ten to keep me sane a s I waited impatiently for them to open the god damn door.

Finally when the door opened, Bruce came to view.

Aw, fuck. Here comes the bullshit interrogation. "What the fuck happened to you?" He gaped as he stared down at me with curious eyes. He wasn't at all that surprised. We're used to this kind of crap. "Luke." I muttered, pushing past Bruce and into the house where I saw the guys in the living room, watching TV. They all turned their head to look at me once they saw me walk in. "The fuck you mean Luke?" Bruce shut the door closed, following close behind me.

I stuffed myself in a bean chair, running a hand down my face as I rubbed it fiercely. People really knew how to get on my nerves around here. "You know when you sent me out to take care of some business?" He nodded. "Yeah, well, I walked by the Kings territory slot and Luke happened to be there when I walked by. He came and started shit talking then threw a few punches, I dodged the hit and fought back and then like the pussy he is, he flipped a knife out and stabbed me. His boys came and pulled him off of me, told him that he had some business to take care of so they fled."  I got angrier and angrier as I re-lived the memories, the pain in my side increasing as my blood boiled.

"You mean to tell me, he came up to you for no god damn reason and stabbed  you?" Bruce, who was now seated on the couch besides the guys, stared at me incredulously. "Yeah." "That makes no sense. There has to have been some sort of shit to have gone down for him to have started with you." "Well, I did bump into him at the diner." "The diner?" Bruce knitted his eyebrows together, wanting me to elaborate.

I sighed. "Kelsey and I went to get lunch--" "You and Kelsey?" He cocked a brow up. "Who's that?" "The one that we kept at the house the night before." I mumbled, looking him dead in the eyes. "Are you fucking retarded Bieber?" Bruce raged. "You went to get lunch with her?" "That's not the point, god damn it. The point is that Luke came up to me, riled up. Ever since that night, a few nights ago where we all went at it, he's been pissed ever since." I hissed, biting the inside of my cheek.

Bruce seemed to have stopped as he thought back. Nodding his head, he came to realize just what I was talking about.

The bastard I killed at the party wasn't the only one I had shit to take care of with. Luke was part of the problem too.

"How did you get bandaged up?" He questioned the moment he realized my side was patched. "Kelsey did it." Bruce humorously laughed. "Do you go to her for everything now, Bieber?" He spat. "What happened to her not having anything to do with us? She knows to much!" "She already knows what we do!" I barked, getting frustrated. "She fucking was there too when Luke came up to me at the diner." The place got quiet, the tension in the room building. "Don't shrug your shoulders at me. This is some serious shit. First she sees you kill that bastard in the woods then you let her go home and just when things start to go back to normal, you go to the diner with her then go to her fucking house when you've been stabbed!?!" Bruce growled lowly, shaking his hand while ruffling his fingers through his hair. "It's not that big of a deal man. Besides, she's not stupid enough to go to the cops. She knows I'll kill her if she did. You of all people know I would." I stood up as well. "This'll all blow over. Besides ,she's not the fucking problem. Luke is. So instead of pointing this shit at that bitch, how about we put our attention to how the fuck we're going to get that low life back for even touching me?" I spat getting heated up.

This whole situation has nothing to do with Kelsey. She was there when I couldn't bring myself to walk any further to go home. Her house was the closest thing. Instead of bleeding to death, I decided to go to her house.

Big fucking whoop.

Bruce seemed to have calmed down a bit as he took in what I said. "You're right." He nodded his head.

I scoffed. "I know I'm right, dip shit." I muttered. "Don't get nasty with me--" "Or what?" I spat, getting in his face. He kept his ground but I could see it in his face that he didn't want to continue this any further.

He knows I'll win and the funny part is, I'm partially injured.

I still stood toe to toe with him though until he had the balls to finally take a step back away from me. I smirked in triumph. "How do you think we'll go about getting our revenge? We can't exactly make it obvious that it was us or else the cops'll be involved and I don't got the time for jail. Once was enough for me." Marco plopped on the couch while throwing a grape in his mouth.

I shook my head at his idiocy. "We'll make it obvious alright. Luke's gonna know we're the ones who attacked him. We just won't leave any evidence behind to lead the c ops to us." I rubbed the back of my neck. "All we have to do is come up with a proofed plan that'll get the message across."

"I say we shoot the place down, but that's just me." Marcus shrugged with a grin.

He was always the one to cause a ruckus. But.. "That's actually not a bad idea." I smriked. "The bitch wants to play rough? We'll just fight dirty back and what better way than to shoot 'em up?" I licked my lips, grinning from ear to ear. "I saw we show the rookie just what kind of games we like to play." After I took a shower, I settled on my bed, staring up at the ceiling with my hands tucked behind my head. I didn't even realize someone came into the room until I heard the door click shut. Looking over, I saw John making his way over to me. "Sup man?" I nodded his way.

He returned the gesture, bumping fists with me before taking a seat at the edge of the bed. "Hey man, What are you doing?" I shrugged. "Thinking, trying to think of a plan." "Or thinking about her." I snapped my head over to him to see him smirking. "What are you talking about?" "You know exactly what I'm talking about. The other guys--they may be blind-- but I'm not. I can see right through you Bieber." "The fuck are you talking about O'Connor?" I spat, narrowing my eyes at him,. "The girl." "What about he?" I looked away. "Oh, so now you know who I'm talking about?" I could sense the amusement to his tone. I inwardly growled. "No." I spat. "It could be about anyone, right?" "yeah but only one girl came to mind when I said that right?" He stared at me long and hard. "Who? You mean Kayla?" I locked eyes with him.

He shook his head. "Me and you both know I', not fucking talking about Kayla." He paused. "I'm talking about Kelsey."

"What about the bitch?" I spat. "You like her." I laughed. "I don't like anyone O'Connor, you know that." I shook my head. "Don't be a dick bro." "Don't play dumb bro. There's only so much hate you can hold and Kelsey doesn't pertain to any of it." He turned to face me better. "You trust her." "I don't trust anyone but you guys. Hell I don't even trust my family." I scoffed a laugh. "That's a different story." He pointed at me. "Not really." I mindlessly looked away. "Whatever man. All I'm saying is Kelsey is something to you." "No, She's not." I monotonously spoke, wanting him to shut up already. "That's why instead of coming here or going some place else or calling us when you got stabbed, you went to Kelsey's? Or the fact that you went out with her?" Sarcasm dripped from each word that escaped his lips. "Face it man, you trust her and the fact that she didn't tell the cops about what you did just adds onto why you have a pull towards her." I kept quiet, listening to what he had to say. "Listen man, all I'm saying, is that..it's about time you let someone in." He stood up from my bed befpre heading to the door. "Think about it man." He opened it, getting ready to leave when something came to mind. "Hey John?" He stopped, turning around to face me. "What?" "Is Kayla here?" He didn't say anything for a while until finally, he nodded. "Yeah, she's in her room." I didn't say anything after that which led him to leaving the room.

I couldn't help but let his words sink into my brain after that. "You like her." Those words repeated over and over again until I had them imprinted in my mind.

I didn't like Kelsey. I couldn't.

Hell, she annoys the shit out of me. Half the time I feel like knocking her in her face and calling it a day.

But then there's her understanding and her non-judgment...the way her lips feel against mine..they're like my drug.

Her body's to die for and she's hot as fuck.

She's also annoying, has a big mouth and talks a hundred words per second. There's no filter or stop button on her, she's irritating and asks a lot of questions.

She doesn't know when to shut up and drives me insane.

She invades my mind and there's no getting rid of her.

But her eyes...

Growling, I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling at the ends. Frustration began to build inside of me and I felt myself growing hot with annoyance.

Standing up from my bed, I walked out of my room and down the hallway to a room all too familiar to my eyes. Throwing the door opened and shutting it closed behind me, I caught the attention of the only one standing inside. "The hell?" Kayla turned around. "Justin? What ar you doing here?" Kayla spat.

I didn't say anything. Instead, I walked over to her and attached my lips to hers. Before I knew it, we were both on her bed, ripping each other's clothes off.

If this was the only way to get that dumb bitch and all that John said out of my head then so be it.

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