Justin and I

Do you want to meet Justin? I know I do. Do you ever think what it would be like for him to know you, for him to hold you and love you?
This is my story about Justin. This is my dream.


6. "Brandon...no!"

"What does he want?" Danielle asked me. I didn't reply. I was in shock.

"What does he want, Oli?" Marcus said.

"He...he wants me to meet him." I replied. "Everyone saw me and Justin hugging. I have tons of messages from people at school who I don't even know, Brandon's friends probably, saying horrible things."

"Just ignore them, Brandon is the one that messed up not you." Reassured Justin.

"But..but they've got it mixed up. Everyone is saying me and Justin were hugging before the argument. And that when Brandon got angry it was because he caught us kissing..." I cried. "They've got it wrong. Brandon must have told them that's what happened. Guys, the whole school thinks I cheated on him!"

"Oh Oli..." Justin said. "I'm so sorry this is all my fault."

"No! No it is not. I'm gonna sort this out."

I sneaked out of the house and met Brandon in the usual place. I wasn't scared of him anymore.

"Why would you make all that stuff up?"

"Make what up?" He asked, sneering at me.

"You know what. Just tell me why. The whole school thinks I'm dirt."

"You are dirt. I hate you and your stupid friends. You thought I loved you. Ha! So did all the others..."

"You what? You were seeing other girls at the same time?" I shouted, getting angrier and angrier.

"Course I was. You thought you were special! Why did you think I never told anyone about us?"

"I thought..." I stopped. I didn't know what to think anymore.

"Well now you've got the pretty new boy so you don't need me."

"I know I don't need you. But I don't want the whole school thinking I'm a slag!" I screamed. "You're the player, not me."

"Well..the truth comes at a price darling." And he slid an arm around my shoulders. I shoved him off.

"No. I'm not playing that game with you. You tell everyone you were lying."

"You know I don't do anything unless I can get something out of it."

"Tell me why you lied."

"You made me look like a fool. And an idiot. I don't want to loose to the new guy. So I made you public enemy number one. And the attention is off me! Sorted." He winked. But not Justin's friendly cheeky kind of wink. An evil wink. I knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn't going to get it.

Then, before I knew what was going on, he pushed me against the wall, but not angrily. He started kissing my neck and running his hands all over my side and my legs. I tried shoving him off but I wasn't strong enough.

"Brandon...no!" I screamed. "Get off me. I don't want to."

"Yeah you do." He whispered evilly. "Do you want everyone to know the truth? Because this is the only way that's gonna happen babe."

"I'm not your babe." He grabbed my face and turned it towards him. His breath stank of cigarettes and alcohol. He started kissing me. My first kiss. It was horrible, he was pushed against me and I couldn't get him away. He pinned my hands against the wall and carried on. Then I realised something he hadn't prepared for...my knee shot up and hit him really hard right between his legs. He yelled out in pain and fell to the floor. Without thinking twice I ran. I just ran. I wasn't ready to come home, my parents would realise I had been out and ask me why I was crying. I sat down at the bus stop and started shaking all over. My body lost control. I was shaking so much from the cold and the tears. I felt sick and dirty. His hands had been all over me. What would have happened if I couldn't get away? I pulled out my phone and called the only person who could help me.

Justin pulled up in his car pretty quick after I called him. He saw me curled up on the bench, shaking and crying. He ran up to me, took off his jacket and wrapped it around me.

"Oli...what happened to you? What did he do?" He sounded angry and worried. I told him everything. He really cared. He held me close and stroked my hair. I rested my head in his lap. He wiped away my tears. "I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"It's ok." I said. "I'm fine." But I wasn't. What was I going to do?

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