I Was Made For You

48.

"sucks to be the defenseless one doesn't it"

Justin's POV

I was sitting at the table waiting for Emma to come back from the bathroom. Which she's spent a little too much time in compared to most times.

I took my phone out of my pocket, hoping that maybe if I called her she'd answer. She's one of those people who will answer your call when she's in the bathroom, if she's overly open with you that is. Like Amber, Andrew and I, Emma doesn't feel she needs to hide anything from us or be embarrassed. Another reason why I love her.

I dialed her number but unfortunately heard her phone vibrating in her purse which was on the table. I hung up and placed my phone down on the table. I rubbed my hands down my face and placed my elbows on the table.

"Sweetheart" I heard someone say. I know that voice. I looked up and Emma looked aggravated and panicky about something. Plus, she only calls me 'sweetheart' when she's trying to argue with me and get a point across, or she's in a tough situation.

I looked at her and she had a unreadable look on her face,

"Look who I ran into!" she said. I looked next to her and saw the guy that ruined high school for me. The guy who gave me at least ten black eyes and broken about six pairs of my glasses.

I raised my eyebrows and sarcastically laughed,

"Your still dating Bieber?" Hunter asked in disbelief to Emma. She nodded,

"Why is it such a shock?" I asked, sitting back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest. I was definitely getting the 'you better stop and not start controversy in public' look from Emma.

"I just thought you two would have broken up come college. I mean, you went to separate colleges" he shrugged.

"I transferred" I said sharply.

"We're both at Notre Dame now" Emma said nervously. I'd be a little nervous if I was her too. Her current boyfriend and ex-boyfriend in the same room, who happen to both hate each other. Well I don't know if he still hates me, but I sure as hell hate him.

"Really?" Hunter nodded. He was giving me secretly dirty looks. Why? I have no idea.

"Are you still drawing, Emma? I remember how amazing your artwork was" he said, turning and looking at her. He looked her up and down slowly which made my jaw clench.

"You never cared about my drawings" she mumbled to herself. How could you not care about her drawings, they're beautiful,

"Anyways, kinda. I'm studying fashion design" she said, crossing her arms awkwardly.

"What about you Bieber? Trying to become a rocket scientist or something lame like that?" he laughed. Now I remember why he didn't get accepted to any college.

"He's actually playing ball at Notre Dame. Haven't you seen the games on TV? He's a starting player" Emma cut in. Now she's getting pissed off. She always comes back at someone harshly when she starts to get aggravated, even when she's not involved in the conversation.

"What are you doing these days Hunter? Ya know, besides working as a waiter at a hotel resturaunt" I said, leaning forward and putting my elbows on the table.

"I actually just moved into my own apartment" he said proudly.

"You were still living with your parents?" Emma asked. He looked embarrassed,

"Anyways, I uhmm, I see my boss giving me the death stare" he said nervously. Yeah that's not the only death stare he's getting, asshole,

"So, uhmm, can I get you guys anything?" he asked.