Misery of You: Justin Bieber (Book #1 of Perky Pursuits Series)

October 10th: Heated closure

October 10th. Saturday.

Justin called me this morning, asking me to meet him at Lincoln's Park by the basketball court at nine in the morning. I honestly just wanted to reject him and tell him, "no", but I started to think about what Nick said a few days ago about Justin just trying to help me out rather than leave at the party like a drunk. It made my stomach twist as I started to text him back, just giving him a simple, "All right, fine."
He text me back a smiley face with a wink, as if that was totally okay and I would appreciate something like that from him. Honestly, I didn't and he had to know that. I mean, Justin is stupid, but he's not dumb enough to think I'd be flattered.

I just threw on a pair of jeans with a long-sleeved shirt that was striped in black and red. I tied my hair into a ponytail after I slipped my feet into my converse sneakers. I went straight downstairs to throw on my grey and white hoodie since it was a little warm outside. My parents were at work, so I was home by myself.
I had plans, and this was not involved as one of them. I was going to try to relax myself, catch up on Marvel's: Agents of Shield, and maybe watch a movie afterwards. That's pretty much it.

I just sighed, knowing that not everything is meant to go according to plan. So, I just walked myself to Lincoln's Park, listening to OneRepublic through my earphones and on my iPod as I walked. I had use something to get my mind off seeing Justin. I just wanted to walk back to my house and shut myself inside without regrets.
Why did he even want to see me in the first place?
I just had to wonder.

I knew that I hadn't had much contact with him since he called me the day I was released from the hospital after he ruined my date with Brenton. I had to hand to him for at least calling to apologize, that still didn't change the fact that he was a perv. Or a creep.
Whatever he was.

I saw Justin siting under the oak tree when I got to the park. He had his earphones on and he was lying back against the hard bark of the thick tree with his legs crossed together. He wore another white shirt that was short-sleeved and draped over his waist. His pants were baggy, they were always baggy, and the laces to his sneakers were slightly undone.
I guess his approach was to introduce himself to society as one of the carefree, reckless, son-of-a-gun that barely cared about anything. At all. 

I just crossed my arm over my chest as I directed myself over to him, making sure that I gave him enough time to know that I was there. He knew, of course. That's why he chuckled and said, "Oh sweetheart, you're blocking my sun."         

"Don't call me sweetheart."

He snorted, leaning himself up to stand before dusting off his pants. He barely curved his lips to grin at me, and he sighed out. I asked him why he wanted to meet me here in the first place, and he just raised his hands up. "Hey, calm down" he said. "I just wanted to spend some time with you."

I snorted. He couldn't be seriously. I mean of all the things he's done to get my attention, this was his latest thrill yet. I swear, if he wanted to spend time with me, then he shouldn't have to act like the dickhead he was. He's been a bother to me since sophomore year, and I couldn't stand it.

"That's pretty nice of you, but I'll pass."

"Seriously, Holiday. That's how it is?"

"It's your fault."

"At least talk to me. I already apologized."

I reminded him that he acted like a perv after his apology and he just sighed, running his hands down his face. I could hear him groan under his breath and swear, but there was something else I could hear from him that I've never heard. Regret.
I could hear the sound of regret in his tone, and it made me just look at him.