Feels Like Home

"Sometimes home isn't a place...sometimes it's a person."

17 year old Harper has to completely start over when her dad and his new girlfriend decide to move to a new, much smaller town, and take her with them. She's absolutely miserable, wanting nothing more than to stay in her home with her school and her friends and everything that's familiar. But will that all change when she meets the ever so arrogant Justin Bieber, who's determined to make her like him? Hmm...maybe this move would'nt be so bad after all.

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11. Chapter 11

 The rest of the week passed tortuously slow; I couldn’t wait for this week to be over, and for Spring Break to arrive so I could have some time away from this shitty school. Without Justin at school, I was pretty much a loner. It would have been fine, but Brittany was currently giving me the cold shoulder. Which was fine, I wasn’t in a proper mental state to deal with her nonsense. She came to the conclusion that I for whatever reason had something to do with Justin beating the shit out of Collin, who had also gotten suspended because he fought back. And although she wasn’t wrong...I wasn’t sure what made her think that. 

 

Halfway through the week, I had grown sick of it. I was alone all day at school, and alone when I was at home. Dad and Stephanie were always doing their own thing; they were currently talking and planning on having a baby, and it was all they could talk about. Not to mention, due to the fight at school, Justin's parents had him on a tight leash. They made sure that he wasn’t going anywhere, and that there was no one coming in. So I was completely alone.

 

I made my way through the parking lot and towards my car, depressed and tired. I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and sleep for days. I passed Brittany, who was standing beside her car surrounded by a few of her other friends, who I never learned the names of. I normally didn’t bother looking at her, knowing it would just result in her giving me a death glare.

 

Not this time, though. I kept my eyes ahead of me as I passed, then I heard them all giggling. I didn’t bother listening until I heard the word “whore” come out of her mouth. I stopped short, then turned back around to face her. Brittany met my gaze with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. “What was that?” I asked simply.

 

“The part where I called you a whore?” she laughed, her friends looking at us both nervously.

 

I chuckled. “Look, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” I told her. I tried to continue, but she cut me off, taking a step forward into my face.

 

“I know exactly what I’m talking about,” she spat out. “Collin told me everything. How you tried to fuck him after the bonfire, and he blew you off. So you got mad and told Justin---”

 

I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. “Are you kidding me?” I laughed. Then suddenly, I exploded; I couldn’t help myself, I have been holding in all these different emotions for way too long. “Collin is a fucking liar. Your boyfriend came on to me, not the other way around. He put his hands on me, he did this to me,” I yelled, trying desperately to scrub the foundation off of my wrists to expose the bruises he left on me, though they had healed mostly, so they were a discoloration of green and yellow. “Your boyfriend is a fucking rapist,” I spat out, then turned and stormed off. The surrounding people were left in an awkward silence. Except for Brittany, who laughed and yelled, “You’re a fucking liar!”

 

I didn’t care. I was so done. Done with her, done with this school, done with everything. I sped home in a daze, so mad that I could barely focus on the road in front of me.  I stomped up the front steps of the porch and into the house, slamming the door behind myself.

 

“Hey, hun,” my dad greeted me as he watched TV from the couch. “How was school?”

 

I paused for a moment as I stared at him. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d asked me that. “School sucks, Dad,” I muttered, before continuing to stomp to my room.

 

“Hey, hey, hey, hold up!” he called out as he stood up off the couch.

 

I sighed as I came to a stop; I knew if I didn’t stop, he would have just followed me to my room. So I turned to face him and waited for him to continue.

 

“Now, look,” he started, “I don’t know what’s going on with you lately, but it has got to stop. You’re always in a crappy mood and don’t ever talk to us, and---”

 

I cut him off, not in the mood to put up with him. “Dad, you don’t even bother trying to talk to me,” I countered. “You just up and move me out here to this town I fucking hate, filled with people I fucking hate. So please forgive me if I’m in a crappy mood, okay?”

 

I turned and stormed off to my room, leaving my dad with with a gaping mouth. I didn’t care, I was done with it all. I slammed my bedroom door shut behind me, letting my bag drop to the floor.  I began pacing in circles around my room, trying to figure out what to do.

 

What I wanted to do was pack a bag, get in the car, and drive. Probably back to my mom’s apartment back in the city. Or just anywhere. But the rational voice in my head told me that was a dumb idea. The car belonged to my dad, and I was still 17. He could call the cops and have me back here in less than a day.

 

So I settled for the next best option. I locked my bedroom door, then walked out the porch door and towards Justin’s house. I knocked furiously on his bedroom window. I tried to peek inside, but the Sun was setting behind me and putting a large glare on the glass. I could barely make out his bed. After just a moment, the window slid open, and suddenly a shirtless Justin was leaning out, his face directly in front of mine. It threw me off track for a moment. “What the fuck are you doing out here?” he hissed, glancing behind him at the bedroom door. “My parents just ungrounded me, do you want to get me in more trouble?”

 

I sighed as I looked down at the ground. Suddenly with him here in front of me, my anger began to fade slightly. But it was just replaced with sadness. “I’m sorry,” I murmured before looking back up at him. “Can I just...can I come in for a minute?” I asked.

 

I didn’t even realize I was crying until I looked up at him, and he immediately looked regretful. “Harper, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t…” he stuttered as he backed up, leaving room for me to climb in. He took hold of my hand, steadying me as I came in. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he said, stepping forward and wiping the tears from my eyes.

 

It was then that I noticed he was in nothing but basketball shorts that hung low on his hips, his chest and his long, messy hair glistening with sweat; he must have been working out or something. “No, no, you didn’t,” I reassured him as I sat down on the bed, looking down at my feet. “I don’t even know why I’m crying, I’m just...I don’t know,” I rambled, wiping away my tears and mentally telling myself to stop.

 

“Well what’s wrong?” he asked as he sat down beside me. “Look at me.”

 

“Brittany is a fucking cunt,” I said as I looked up at him. As memories of our encounter crossed my mind again, I only got angrier. In the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but to wonder why the hell I was so emotional. I jumped up off the bed and began pacing again. “Apparently Collin told her that I came on to him, and he rejected me. And that I got mad about it and lied to you and told you he hurt me. I’m just...I’m so sick of this place.”

 

Before I could continue, he jumped up off the bed and stood in front of me, putting both hands on the side of his face. “Hey, calm down,” he said softly, “just calm down okay? Don’t worry about her.” I tried to focus on his face as he spoke to me, but all I could focus on was his shirtless chest...and abs. “Look. Spring Break is in just a few days...what if we went somewhere? Go to the beach for a few days? That would make you feel better, right?” he asked.

 

I sighed. “Honestly...what would make me feel better is if you put a shirt on,” I told him. He pulled back, looking down at his torso in surprise. “You’re very distracting.”

 

He looked up at me, a smirk on his lips. “Ohhh,” he laughed. “So you like, huh?” He started flexing his arms and chest, making his pecs dance up and down. I laughed, shoving him lightly and sitting back down on the bed.

 

I didn’t answer his question though. Because I did like...very much. But I wasn’t sure if I was mentally okay enough to be physical with someone. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted that someone to be Justin. What if it ruined what we have? “Just put a shirt on, meat-head.”

 

He sighed and rolled his eyes at me. I couldn’t help but to watch as he made his way over to the dresser. His shorts hung so low on his hips, they looked like they could slide right off with the slightest movement. “You’re just afraid once you get some of this, you won’t be able to get enough,” he chuckled.

 

I glanced up at him in the mirror in front of him, to see his reflection already staring me down, that damn smirk still on his lips. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as I quickly looked down. He didn’t see me checking him out...right?

 

He laughed again, but he said nothing else about it. Maybe he didn’t see me. “Okay, but seriously,” he said as he pulled a t-shirt over his head and turned to face me head on. “We should go somewhere for Spring Break. I need a break from this place too.”

 

I sighed as I leaned back on the bed, my elbows propping me up. “I can’t, I don’t have any money. I could never pay for a hotel room.”

 

He came and sat beside me. “Don’t worry about it, it’s already paid for,” he explained. “Me and Collin and a few other people were gonna go together but uh…” he chuckled. “Don’t think that’s gonna happen. My parents already made a reservation.”

 

“Are you sure?” I asked, sitting up.

 

“Definitely,” he said with a smile. “Just help me pay for gas and food, and we’ll be good to go.”

 

I nodded, then a second thought came to me. I looked up at Justin nervously. “Could we possibly um...go early? Like, tomorrow? I don’t know if I can handle another day at school,” I chuckled.

 

He pursed his lips as he thought about it. “I’ll see what I can do.”  

 

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