The Tough Decision (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

"Cameron put me through hell for 3 years but I still stayed with him, thinking everything will be okay and he'll change but I was wrong. It just got worse. I'm such an idiot," I sniffled. "Don't blame yourself," Justin said gently as he continues to hug me. "Justin...am I going to be okay?" I asked. "Yes you're going to be okay. I'm right here and you're safe...with me," ~When Jess' seemingly perfect relationship with her on-again-off-again boyfriend of 3 years turns abusive and dangerous, she turns to Justin Bieber who has been her enemy since kindergarten. Soon she is confused about how she feels about the both of them and has to make a tough decision on who she should stay with. Who will she pick?~

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3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jess’ POV

 

School has officially ended for the day and I’m now rushing out of my last period class to my locker. I was supposed to meet Cameron in our secret spot under the staircase at 2:00 o’clock but I had to ask my geometry teacher a quick question so now I’m late meeting him. My phone has been vibrating in my pocket constantly, probably from Cameron asking where I am, so I should really hurry. If he can be patient for a few more minutes, then that would be great. 

I finally make it to my locker and quickly start putting in my combination before opening up the door. I put my books that I don’t need in there and take out the ones I do need before shutting the door, locking it shut. My phone is still vibrating in my pocket, so I let out a frustrated sigh to see who is texting me. I take it out and begin scrolling down my messages finding a message from my mom, two from Gianna, and the rest were from Cameron asking me where I am. 

He’s so impatient. He always has been, but he’s never really spammed me with tons messages asking me where I am if I’m late for meeting up with him after school. He’ll usually send me like a few messages and then get mad for being late, but he’ll cool off a few minutes after. But still though, I’m getting sick of how he’s been acting lately but I don’t want to leave him because I love him and letting him go would be the worst thing I’ve ever done. I fix my bag on my shoulder and begin walking down the hall. 

 

There are still some people here, but a lot are in the way so I’m carefully dodging past them while they socialize with their friends in the middle of the hallway. Like, hello? Talk at your lockers or while you’re walking not in the middle of the hall where people are walking. I finally make it down the hall and I hear my cellphone vibrate in my pocket once again making me let out a frustrated sigh. I swear if that is Cameron asking me where I am I’m going to throw my phone against the wall. He’s getting annoying now. I continue walking as I take my phone out of my pocket and just like I expected the message from Cameron. Great. 


From: Cameron
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? 

I sigh and roll my eyes as I begin to text him back. 

To: Cameron
Chill! I’m coming. 

From: Cameron
Well hurry the fuck up! 


I put my phone back in my pocket and continue walking down the hall. Geez, I know I’m a few minutes late, but he needs to chill out. I finally make it to the staircase and I find Cameron sitting on the railing with a pissed off look on his face. 

“You’re late,” he said. 

“Well, I’m sorry. I had to ask my geometry teacher a question and stop by my locker. Is that okay with you?” I replied. 

“No, it’s not okay. You said you were going to be here at 2:00 o’clock. It’s now 2:15!” 

“Well I’m here now, okay?” 

He hops off the railing and slowly makes his way over to me, making me back away from him. 

“You lied to me!” he seethed. 

“Cameron…calm down,” I mumbled. 

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” he shouted making me jump with surprise. “You said you were going to be here at 2! But you lied to me!” 

“Cameron I’m sorry…. I- “

He cuts me off by slamming me against the wall, making me hit the back of my head against the stone. I feel it throb with pain and I begin to reach back to make sure it isn’t bleeding, but Cameron grabs the ends of my hair, tugging on it forcefully. I look around the hall and there’s no one around. I want to scream but I know it’s not going to do anything. 

“You lied to me, Jess! Is that how much you care about me? Huh?” he asked continuing to shout. 

I quickly shake my head as tears begin to form in my eyes. This is the second time he’s taking his anger out on me. I don’t understand how he went from controlling to angry and violent. Like, why is he acting like this? What have I done to deserve it? 

“It doesn’t look like it because you had to talk to your fucking teacher instead of meeting up with me on time!” he exclaimed as he tugs on my hair a little harder. “Or maybe you were cheating on me but you’re just making that shit up!” 

“I-I’m telling you the truth! I swear,” I said. 

“Don’t. fucking. lie. to. me!” he shouted, still tugging on my hair. 

I whimper and try to break free from his grasp, but he doesn’t let me. He’s a lot stronger than me so it’s kind of hard to break free from him since I’m smaller. Even though I’m in shape but not like him. Why is he doing this? He’s never been violent with me before. 

“Cameron…stop,” I manage to say as tears start to run down my cheeks. 

“No!” 

“Stop…you’re hurting me,” I whimpered. 

His grip on my hair loosens and his face softens after I said that. When he notices that I'm crying, he immediately let’s go of my hair before reaching over to touch my cheek, gently wiping my tears away and I look away from him. I can feel my heart pounding against my ribs and I can hear it beating in my ears. He may be being gentle now, but I’m still scared to even look at him. 

I have to admit he looked pretty scary. I’ve seen him mad before but not like that. He like turned into a different person. His brown eyes turned into some black color, the veins in his neck were popping out slightly, and he was not really aware of what he was doing to me. I’ve never seen him like that before in my life and I don’t want to see it again. 

“Jess,” he said. 

“No,” I whispered. 

“Baby…look at me please,” he said gently. 

I sniffle and slowly turn my head to look at him. He’s now back to his regular self; his brown eyes are sparkling again and the veins in his neck are no longer visible. Now that’s the Cameron I know but I can still see the angry look on his face in my imagination. Slowly, Cameron starts brushing the tears that remained on my cheeks with the back of his hand before giving me a tight hug. 

“I’m sorry, Baby,” he whispered. 

 

“W-Why did you do that?” I asked. 

 

He lets go of me and I lean back against the wall again. 


“Because you were late to meet me over here. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t have done that,”

 

What the hell? Why is he blaming me for this? I had to meet with my teacher for extra help and I had to go to my locker. I don’t understand. He has never blamed me for anything before. But instead I decide to brush it off. He’ll obviously cool off later. Hopefully this never happens again.

 

“Okay. I’m sorry for making you mad. I’ll be on time on Monday,” I said. 

 

“You better,” he replied.

 

He gently pulls me into his arms and gives me another long hug before giving me passionate kiss, but it got cut short when my phone vibrates in my pocket again. I break free from the kiss and take my phone out of my pocket noticing that Gianna texted me. 

From: Gianna
Hey are you still at school? If you are do you need a ride home? I stayed after to take a test. 


“Who was that?” Cameron huffed. 

“Gianna,” I replied. “She wanted to know if I needed a ride home,” 

“Why can’t I just give you a ride home?” 

“Because you have football practice,” I said. 

He rolls his eyes. 

“Who cares? Coach wouldn’t give a shit if I skipped one day,” 

“Yes, he will. How do you expect to make playoffs this year?” 

“What, you don’t want to be near me and rather be with your friends? Is that it?” he snarled. 

I scoff and take his hands off of my waist. He’s being such a jerk right now and I’m sick of it. 

“No! That’s not what I meant,” 

“Whatever. Just go home with your friend. I’m going to practice,” he mumbled and walks away without giving me a kiss or telling me goodbye. 

“I love you too,” I said with sarcasm once he was gone. 

I sigh and feel the back of head and I wince in pain when I feel a bump. Great. That’s going to bruise so I have to keep my hair down until it heals. I can’t believe Cameron, my own boyfriend hurt me again. I don’t understand why he’s being so violent with me all of a sudden. He wasn’t before. If you ask me, I think he needs to get some help before all of this gets worse. After a few minutes I take out my phone and I got another text from Gianna asking where I am, so I decide to text her back before she gets impatient. 

To: Gianna
I was talking with Cameron. Sorry. Where are you? 

From: Gianna
I’m by my locker waiting for you

To: Gianna
Okay. Be right there. 


I send the message and I gasp when I realize what time it is; it’s 2:30 and I’m supposed to be meeting up with Justin at my house for our stupid project in a half an hour. I’m late for everything today. I put my phone back in my pocket before adjusting my bag and walking down the hall. I find Gianna waiting for me by her locker just like she said. 

“Where were you?” she asked. 

“I told you in my text. I was with Cameron,” I replied. 

She sighs and shakes her head. 

“You two are so attached to each other. I’m surprised you haven’t done it yet,” she said. 

Yes, Cameron and I have been together for 3 years, but we still haven’t had sex yet. People think we have and do it all the time when in reality we don’t. Well…. we sort of do but we haven’t gone all the way and I hope that doesn’t happen anytime soon because I’m not ready for that type of commitment yet. I mean, who knows what could happen between us if we do have sex? We could end up breaking up for good and I might regret for not saving myself for the right person. I know that’s stupid since we’ve been together for a long time but that’s just me.

 

Cameron has been begging me to have sex for 3 years but I always said no. Obviously, I love him with all my heart and I want him to be my first except I feel like he just wants to do it for pleasure and not because he really loves me. If that is the case, then there’s no point because it would be awkward for me. I don’t want my first time to be like that, I want it to be special where I feel loved and cared for. Maybe one day I’ll end up giving in but for now I just want to stay pure.

 

“Maybe it’s because I don’t want to. Just because we’ve been together for 3 years doesn’t mean we’re ready to have sex. I’m almost 16, it’s not like we’re married,” I exclaimed.


“So what? Everyone loses their virginities at 15 or 16,” Gianna laughed. "Like who cares if you're not ready? Just do it! That's what I did," 

“And now you regret it and don't want to have sex again until you find the right person," I shot back. 


"Yeah I regret it because my friends with benefits relationship with Grant wasn't meant to be, but I'm still thankful that I lost it so I wouldn't have to worry about it when I get into college," 


I sigh and roll my eyes. In 8th grade, Gianna met a new guy at our school named Grant, who was in the 10th grade at the time, in gym and they immediately hit it off. They were always hanging out, “flirting” with each other, and sitting together at lunch. They were so inseparable that people thought they were actually boyfriend and girlfriend but in reality, they were just sleeping together. Every day they would rush out of school to make it home in time just so they can have sex before their parents got home. 

When she told me the day after she lost her virginity I was mad because she was sleeping with some older guy for fun. Obviously, she didn’t care about what I said and kept doing with him until he moved away again. She was hurt for a little while and regretted everything she did with him, but she got over it. Since then she hasn’t slept with anyone because she’s reclaiming her virginity for someone special. She should have thought about saving herself before she lost it. 

Chaz and I are still the virgins in our group of friends. Oh, and Justin too. Well that’s what I know anyway. He dated this girl from the 7th grade to the 9th grade so it’s possible that he did it. I know Ryan did it with his ex while they were together last year and so did Olivia because they told us their stories about it and a few of my other friends from cheerleading done it too. Basically, everyone I know has done it except for me and Chaz…and probably Justin too. 

“Okay whatever. But still I’m not like those people,” I said. 

“You’re right. And I'm sorry by the way. I shouldn't be forcing you to do something that you're not comfortable with doing yet," she sighed. "Alright. Come on let’s go. My brother is waiting and if we don't get outside now he's going to be pissed,” 

She wraps her arm around me and pats my back making me wince in pain. Thanks to Cameron my back hurts again. Last night it wasn’t bad but it’s worse today. 

“Ow!” I mumbled. 

“What’s wrong?” she asked with concerned look on her face. 

I want to tell her about what happened with me last night and today with Cameron, but I know she’s going to freak out. She doesn’t really like him either so if I tell her about what happened she’s going to report it to the school and then Cameron might get suspended from the football team and it would be all my fault if they don’t make it to the playoffs since he’s the best player on the team. I guess I should lie but it has to be a good one because then Gianna will hate me forever if I lie. 

“Oh…nothing. I uh…slipped in the shower this morning and hurt my back so it’s a little bruised,” I said, obviously lying. 

“Ouch! Are you okay?” she asked. 

“Yeah I’m fine it will feel better soon. I just have to take pain medication,” I replied. 

She nods seeming to agree with me and then we walk out the door to the parking lot, finding her brother waiting for us by the front office. The buses have left but people are still here. Couples are standing outside of their cars making out and some others are just socializing with their friends. Sports are practicing on the fields and it made me wish I had cheer practice today.

 

I don’t have it until tomorrow morning thankfully. I can’t live without cheer; I have to be doing it all year around or else I will be bored out of my mind. I’m just like my mom, she was a cheerleader when she was growing up and did it all year around until she got pregnant with me at 17 and she had to quit.

 

“So…are you and Justin still meeting up today?” Gianna asked as we get into the car. 

“Yeah. He’s supposed to come over at 3,” I said. 

“Well it’s 2:35 now," she said and turns to her brother. "So, you better go as fast as you can,"

 

"Yeah sure if you want to get into an accident," he joked. 


We laugh and soon we were off. As we pulled out of the parking lot I thought we were going to hit some traffic, but we didn’t, thankfully. Gianna's brother makes it to my house 5 minutes before Justin was supposed to meet me. I thank them for the ride and go into my house to get ready. I go upstairs to change into comfortable clothes, wash off my makeup, and tie my hair up into a ponytail. 

I know I look like a dyke but I’m going to be around Justin and we’re working on some project for class, so I don’t need to impress him or anything. And we’ve known each other for a long time so I’m sure he would really mind if I look like I just rolled out of bed. After getting some snacks from the pantry I hear the doorbell ring. I check the time on my phone and I was shocked to see that he’s on time. 

I set the snacks on the counter and I go to answer the door. Just like I expected, Justin was standing there in his usual black jeans with his boxers hanging out, a white t-shirt, and his black Supra sneakers. He looks like a punk and it’s so unattractive if you ask me. 

“Hi,” he said. 

“Hi,” I replied. "How did you get here so fast?" 

 

"I live down the street from you.... remember?" he reminded me.

 

Oh yeah...now I remember. He lives in the street next to mine. I almost forgot about that. I look up at Justin and he takes on look at me in my outfit before giving me a weird look.

 

“Since when do you not dress like a girl?” he joked.

 

I sigh and roll my eyes. 


“Just get in here,” 

I open the door some more and he walks inside, kicking off his shoes by the door. I shut the door behind him and then we walk into the kitchen. 

“You eat junk food?” he laughed when he noticed the ketchup chips, baked Cheetos, and chocolate chip cookies.

“Yeah who doesn’t?” I replied. 

“Well since you’re a cheerleader I always thought you were that kind of girl that always watches her figure,” 

“I do but sometimes it doesn’t hurt to eat a little bit of these,” I said as I take some ketchup chips out of the bag. 

He laughs a little and takes some chips as well. 

“So…. where are we going to be doing this project?” 

“In my room on my laptop,” 

“I’m sorry what?” he frowned. 

I give him a look. 

“Come on. Don’t act like you haven’t been in a girl’s room before,” 

“I have. But don’t you have another computer that we can use instead?” he asked. 

I begin to say yes but then I realized that the other computer in the living room is my mom’s and she uses it when she works at home. So, if she finds out that I used it without her permission she will kill me. The other computer upstairs is for Kaleigh to play her kiddie games, so we can’t use that either because it has no Internet or anything that we can use for the project. Sorry Justin, you’re stuck up in my room. 

“Yeah but not one that works. Come on let’s go,” I replied. 

He seems to believe me, and he follows me up the stairs to my room. I push the door open and sit down on my bed, grabbing my laptop. 

“Justin really?” I sighed when I notice him still standing in the doorway. 

“It’s so girly in here,” 

I look at him and he has a disgusted look on his face while looking at my pale pink walls, fluffy white bedspread, and some of my cheer trophies on my shelf along with some posters of my favorite music artists on my wall. 

“Oh my god! Stop being immature and get in here,” I said sharply. 

He huffs and steps into my room before setting his backpack by the foot of my bed and sitting down next to me. I can’t believe I have to work with him. I should have decided to start working on this a few weeks before it’s due, but I just wanted to get this started so I don’t stress about it all year. 

“Alright. What do you want to do first?” he asked. 

“Well I think we should start doing some research about different genes and then when it gets close to the due date we can start putting some of the information on a poster board along with some punnett squares,” I explained. 

“Okay,” 

I nod, and then we start doing some research. The whole time I couldn’t stop staring at him. Even though we don’t get along that well I admit he is kind of attractive. His bangs from his light brown hair is pushed off to the side a little so I can easily see the sparkles in his big brown eyes and his face is perfectly clear with no sign of acne or anything.

He is kind of late bloomer but his features from a few years ago are starting to change a lot like his voice is starting to get deeper and you can kind of see some light facial hair starting to grow on his face which I never noticed before in my life. I guess it’s because I haven’t really paid attention to his looks and all that so maybe that’s why I never noticed. 

I continue to admire the way he types on my laptop looking for information for our project; he looks so concentrated and relaxed as he scrolls through, quietly mouth reading every little bit of detail. I look down at his jaw and then trail my eyes over to his lips watching them move slowly as he softly reads the information that he found to himself. 

Suddenly, I feel butterflies beginning to flutter in my stomach and I bite down on my bottom lip. I never noticed he had such beautiful lips. They look so soft and kissable that I literally have the nerve to lean in and kiss him, but I try my best to prevent myself from doing that. Out of all the years I’ve known him, I never thought about kissing him until now. 

Even though I have a boyfriend that I love and care about I still kind of feel attracted to Justin a little bit. I hope Cameron doesn’t find out because he would be disappointed that I’m kind of attracted to the person who I've known since I was little and not him. He’s trusted me for the 3 years we’ve been together, and I don’t want him to lose all his trust in me over something stupid so keeping this secret to myself would be the best option. Suddenly I faintly hear Justin say something, making me immediately snap back into reality. 

“What?” I asked him since I couldn’t hear what he said. 

He sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“Did you seriously not hear what I just said?” 

“N-No…sorry. What did you say?” 

He sighs again and shakes his head. 

“I asked if we should do a punnett square for brown eyes and blue eyes or blonde hair and brown eyes,” he said. 

“Oh…well I think we should do a punnett square for brown eyes and blue eyes and look for some information on that,” I replied. 

He nods, agreeing with me. That’s a first. Usually we never really agree on anything. I kind of like this right now because so far, we haven’t really argued over whose idea was better. 

“Alright. I guess I’ll bookmark these articles I found on your laptop, so you can write down the important information we need and then when the due date gets close, we could meet up again and start putting everything together. I’ll type up the info while you can make the punnett squares and then we could just put it on a poster board,” he explained. 

“Yeah that sounds like a plan,” I agreed, smiling a little bit. 

“Good. Now that’s done for now,” he said and closes my laptop. 

I grab it from my bed and take it back over to my desk before plugging it into the charger. I join him back on my bed again and we sit there in awkward silence for a while until Justin suggested if we could watch TV. I obliged and turn it on, flipping through channels before deciding on watching Family Guy. I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand. I grab it from the charger and just like expected it was Cameron. 


From: Cameron
Hey babe, I’m done practice for the day do you want to hang out? 


I take a look at Justin and then back at my phone. Cameron asked me to hang out when I’m clearly kind of hanging out with Justin. I would love for my boyfriend to come over but at the same time I don’t want him to know that Justin is over, and I don’t want to make him leave just so I can spend time with my boyfriend because it would just be plain rude. Even though Justin and I are not really friends but still, I don’t like being rude to guests in my house. I think for a few more minutes and finally make my decision and start texting Cameron back. 

To: Cameron
I can’t today. I have to watch Kaleigh. 


I know I lied to him, but I don’t care. I don’t want him to think I’m cheating on him for Justin because he’s just going to throw a fit and probably hurt me again. I don’t bother to wait for his reply and set my phone down so it doesn’t distract me.

“Don’t tell me your boyfriend is coming over,” Justin said, rolling his eyes. 

“He’s not, don’t worry,” I replied and put my phone back down on my nightstand. 

I lie back down on my bed and continue to watch TV. I hope Cameron doesn’t find out because then we’re just going to get into another argument and I don’t want that to happen. 

“This is weird, you know?” Justin said after a moment of silence. 

“What’s weird?” I asked. 

“Us hanging out like normal human beings,” he replied. 

I look at him and frown, pretending to not know what he's talking about. 

“Why do you think that?” 

“Because usually we can’t be in the same room without fighting over stupid things and so far, we haven’t done that yet,” he exclaimed. 

“I guess we’re growing up,” I shrugged and looked back the TV. 

“I guess so,” he replied. 

It goes quiet again and we continue to watch the episode. Justin is kind of right, this is kind of weird because we can never be in the same room without arguing over something or without him trying to “torture” me. I guess now that we’re 15 going on 16 we’re starting to grow up and become more mature now. If that’s the case, then I didn’t think our arguing was going to end like this. 

I thought we were going to get tired of fighting, apologize, and try to be friends pretending that the past didn’t happen. I have to admit, I do want to be Justin’s friend but I’m afraid my schoolgirl crush on him is going to turn into something more. Wait…what am I thinking? That won’t happen. I have Cameron who I love and care about, so I don’t have to worry. Being friends with Justin won’t be that bad, I guess. 

After watching a few more episodes of Family Guy, I hear the front door shut from downstairs along with my sister talking about her day at school. I freeze in my spot and look over at Justin who is still sitting at the end of my bed, propped up against the wall. He probably didn’t hear anything since he’s obviously paying more attention to the show. I hear my mom tell Kaleigh to start her homework as she goes into the foyer to probably hang up her jacket and keys. Suddenly I hear her sigh angrily and then before I knew it, I hear her coming up the stairs. 

“Jess!” she called angrily. "Jess! Whose shoes are those?" 

Shit! She knows I have company over! Justin looks over at me wide eyed and begins to get off my bed. 

“You didn’t tell me when your mom was coming home!” he whispered. 

“I lost track of time!” I replied. 

I hear my mom’s footsteps get closer to my door and I kind of begin to feel nervous. She probably thinks Cameron is here, so I guess that’s why she sounds mad. Ever since I started dating him, she made a rule that I wasn’t allowed to hang out with him unless there was an adult present. Childish I know but she’s trying to prevent me from going through the same thing as she did even though she knows that’s not going to happen. 

“Jessica! I swear to god, if Cameron is in your room, you’re in big-“ she cuts herself off as she appears into my doorway finding Justin standing in the middle of room all embarrassed along with me on my bed and the TV on. “Oh, Justin. Long time no see. What are you doing here?” 

“Jess and I were paired up for a project in Biology and then we decided to watch TV. I swear, we didn’t do anything wrong,” Justin replied defensively. 

“It’s okay. I believe you,” my mom laughed. “Now that Jess is in a serious relationship right now I’m trying to keep sharp eye out on her so that's why I came up here to make sure if she wasn't doing anything inappropriate,” 

“Mom!” I groaned in annoyance, feeling my cheeks turning red with embarrassment. 

“Just being your mother, Jess,” she exclaimed, making me roll my eyes. “So anyways I’m about to make dinner. Will you be joining us Justin?” 

“Oh…I don’t know. Would it be a problem if I stayed?” he replied nervously. 

“Of course, it’s not a problem. You’re always welcome in this house,” she said before looking over me. “Right Jess?” 

I look at her for a few seconds and slowly nod. If only if she was like this whenever Cameron is here. I mean she’s nice to him and all that, but she never lets him stay for dinner or tells him that he’s always welcome in our house. 

“Yes…you’re right,” I said. 

“Good. Well I’m going to help Kaleigh with her homework and then I’m going to start making some dinner. Does chili sound good?” 

We both nod. Of course, chili sounds good because I haven’t had anything to eat all afternoon and she makes the best chili on earth. No, I’m not saying that because she’s my mom I’m saying it because it’s true.

 

“Alright then. I’ll call you guys when it’s ready,” 

She walks away, leaving the door open and walks downstairs. Justin slowly turns back around and sits on my bed, grabbing the remote before changing the channel. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

“Staying for dinner. That’s what,” he smirked. 

“But…I didn’t even invite you stay,” 

“Well your mom did so I’m staying,” 

He turns back to the TV and I sigh in my spot. Boy this is going to be a long evening.

 

-

 

A few hours have passed, and mom called us down for dinner. Right then, Justin shoots up from my bed and makes his way downstairs, leaving me in the dust. What the hell? Who does he think he is? Just because my mom let him stay for dinner doesn’t mean he has the right to act like he lives here. I sigh and go downstairs, finding him in the kitchen helping my mom set some things on the table and Kaleigh sitting at the counter already eating. My mom tells me to come over and help her, so I go over to finish setting the table. It takes a few minutes and then we sit down and eat.

 

“It’s been a while Justin, how’ve you been?” my mom asked him.

 

“I’ve been good, thank you,” he replied.

 

“Your mom told me that you made the school’s hockey team and you’ve been voted as the team captain,”

 

He nods and takes a drink of water.

 

“Yes, I did,” he beamed putting his glass down on the table. “I still can’t believe it. I didn’t think I was that good or deserved to be the leader of my team, but I guess I thought wrong,”

 

“That’s good. Jess is aiming to be cheer captain when she’s a senior,” my mom added.

 

I playfully roll my eyes and continue to eat my chili. Yeah, it’s my dream to be captain of my squad but obviously that won’t happen. I’m pretty popular around the school for dating Cameron but I know that I’m not a good fit to be a captain. But still I want it so bad.

 

“Right…when I was 13. Now it’s not really my goal,” I said, obviously lying.

 

“You still want to be captain, stop lying,” Justin joked, gently nudging me in the arm.

 

“No, I don’t,”

 

“Yeah…you do. I hear you brag about it every day,” he replied.

 

I roll my eyes again and continue eating. I don’t brag about it every day. I just said a few times that I want to be captain. I know Justin thought he was just trying to be funny by saying that I brag about it every day but to me, I don’t find it funny. But whatever, I let it slide. After we finish dinner, which ended up going pretty smoothly, Justin offers to help my mom and I with the dishes, which made her super pleased.

“You look really nice tonight, Amy,” Justin said.

 

“Thank you,” she smiled.

 

“I can see where Jess gets her looks from. She obviously gets them from you,”

 

She laughs and dries some of the bowls, so I can put them away. Justin and my mom continue talking, catching up on some things and I immediately start to feel a little left out. Never knew he could be so nice around my mother but not around me. I guess he just doesn’t want to make the wrong impression or he’s just being Justin. Who knows? When we finish cleaning up I turn off the sink and then he said it was time for him to go home. 

“Are you sure you can’t stay a little longer, Justin?” Kaleigh asked Justin as I walk him to the door. 

“I wish I can, but I have to go home. I’ll come back and visit okay,” he replied nicely. 

I roll my eyes. My sister doesn’t really know him and she’s already starting to become “attached”. Just great. 

“You’re always welcome here, Justin. You can come over any time,” my mom said to him. 

“Thank you. And I’ll tell my mom you said hi,”  

“That will be nice,” she smiled. 

Okay mom, go away. You’re being so annoying right now. 

“Okay…well I’ll see you sometime this weekend or maybe on Monday, Jess,” Justin said. 

I nod and open the door for him, so he can walk out. He says goodbye and then he was gone. I quickly shut the door and lock it behind me, putting my back against the door sighing with relief. Finally, he’s gone. He can be so annoying sometimes. 

“He’s still the same old Justin,” my mom laughed. “So sweet and adorable,”

 

“Yeah…he really is,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes trying to hide the fact that I’m kind of attracted to him but that doesn’t work. I immediately feel my cheeks begin to heat up and my mom notices.

“Somebody’s blushing,” she teased. 

“Mom! Stop,” I sighed. “We’re just…friends,” 

“Alright then,” she smiled and turns to Kaleigh. “Alright Love Bug, let’s get you ready for bed,” 

Kaleigh sighs with disappointment and then my mom picks her up, taking her upstairs. 

“I’ll be back down Jess,” my mom said. 

“Okay,” 

“Did you get your homework done?” she called from the hallway

“Yes,” I called back.  

I love her, but she can get really annoying. But I don’t blame her. She’s my mother so she has to be up my ass 24/7. I should feel lucky that my mom loves and cares for me. I hear the bathroom door shut upstairs so I decide to go into the living room to watch some TV for a while. I lay down on the couch and then before I knew it I slowly start to fall asleep.

 

 

Author's Note: 

 

Thanks for reading. I really hope you all give this story a chance. I know my writing in this story was a bit amateur back then but trust me it gets better. 

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