Bates Motel: Justin Bieber

Chapter 16

    Violet and Max were dreading next week. School was starting then, and they wanted to poke their eyes out with each colored pencil their mom had bought. “At least this is my last year. You have three,” Violet teased.

“You were a sophomore once.”

“And I don't want to go back,” she snickered, scooping up her school supplies and carrying them to her room. She flicked on her light and dumped the supplies on her desk. She noticed her phone buzzing and it was a text from her aunt.

Good luck at school next week! Love u & Max  -Aunt Karen

Violet smiled. Karen was always a great aunt. When Violet was little, she would always take her places and jam out to a little Gwen Stefani. Who could go wrong with Gwen?

She thought about texting Justin, but instantly scolded herself for even thinking about him, let alone wanting to text him.

“So school next week?” Someone huskily said behind her. Violet jumped in fright and almost screamed, but she saw it was only Justin and calmed down. But the anger she felt for him resurfaced.

“I don't even wanna know why you're here or how you got in, but I do want you to leave,” Violet whispered carefully, digging her nails into the wooden desk behind her. No need to push buttons here. “Please, Justin.” She did have an idea of how he got in. He somehow climbed up to my window . . . with his strong arms . . . and got in through the window. Damn it, Vi. Get ahold of yourself.

“Is my kitten scared of me?” He chuckled, dragging a finger along her cheek. She flinched away, getting a whiff of what smelled like alcohol. Justin usually smelled like beer, but this time it was a stronger smell.

“You reek of booze,” she mumbled.

“All the better to feel things, kitty,” he smirked.

Did he just make a sexual innuendo out of the story “Little Red Riding Hood”?

“I was thinking about you,” he whispered huskily, stepping closer to her. “About how much I want to touch you.” Words, Violet. They're just words.

“Don't,” Violet warned, but it did little to affect Justin. She moved away from him and he drunkenly smiled.

“Babe, c'mon,” he slurred.

“I won't hesitate to slap you.”

“Don't even try it because I won't hesitate to spank your ass,” he growled. That shut Violet right up.

“You're drunk and you need to go home. Did you drive here?” Violet asked, concerned. Justin nodded. “Seriously? Are you suicidal?” She whispered in disbelief.

Justin chuckled. “I've been up and down these roads more than you can count,” he smirked. “And more than half of the time, I was drunk.”

“If you're fine driving drunk, then go home.”

“It's not safe,” he grinned, heading towards her bed. “And I'm tired.” He kicked his shoes off of his feet and ripped away his shirt, revealing his tattoos once again for Violet.

“Goodnight. I'm sleeping in the guest room,” she said.

Justin grunted, pulling her sheets back. “Please lay with me.”

Violet stopped in her tracks. Stunned he used the p-word. Please. “I thought you were mad at me?” She could actually care less, even though her brain turned to absolute mush when she was around him.

“I'm over it,” he quickly said, running his hands through his hair.

Violet sighed. “Fine. Let me change into pajamas and I'll come to bed,” she murmured as she looked through her drawers. “Stay on your side of the bed.”

And there! It was like I was Caroline Forbes and he was Damon Salvatore compelling me to do whatever his cold, icy heart desired.

“No promises,” he smirked. Violet could have fought a little harder to make him leave, although, the problem wasn't Justin showing up unannounced, it was Violet actually wanting him to stay. She was having mixed feelings about him, which is never a good thing.

She walked down the hall to the bathroom and changed into shorts and a t-shirt. The shorts may or may not have been for Justin. She tip-toed back into her room, turned off the light and crawled into bed. She tried her best to not accidentally play footsie with Justin. It was silent for a moment, when Justin murmured, “I don't know what I'm doing here.”

“Me either.” It was true. If she just had pushed a little harder, maybe she wouldn't have been in such a bad place right now. Because laying right next to Justin fucking Bieber in her bed, was a horrible idea in her book.

“I probably shouldn't have come. I'm putting you in so much danger.”

Okay, that was something totally unexpected. Violet was confused. What was he talking about? She turned around in bed, so now she was facing the side of his face, while he stared toward the ceiling. “Danger?” Justin looked down at her and stared into her curious eyes.

He grabbed her hand and placed a kiss onto her palm. “Don't worry, sweetheart.” Violet didn't know what his intentions were. If he was just being sweet, or if he was playing around, but nonetheless, she melted inside. Whatever it meant, she couldn't stop the smile forming on her face.

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“Hey kitty, wake up.”

Violet groaned, unattractively. Why was someone ruining her cherished sleep? “Finally, goddamn. You sleep like a rock.”

Violet opened her eyes, she faced Justin and almost forgot he was there. She felt his hand on her leg and didn't like it one bit. She pushed his hand off and rolled her eyes.“Was I the one drunk last night? Because I don't know why I let you--“

“Shut up,” he whispered against her nose with a hint of threat.

She did “shut up” and he caressed her face. “Get up,” he said patting her cheek. “I'm gonna take you somewhere.” Just stood up and slipped his shirt on.

“No thank you. You always do this, suck me in so far, that I willingly do anything you want me to. I'm not going, and I'll be damned if you convince me.”

Face it, she's already convinced.

“I already have you wrapped around my finger, no pun intended. So get ready.” Violet eyed him and scowled. She sat in a heap of messy hair and sheets, which Justin thought was slightly cute and found himself smiling. But holding her scowl toward Justin, she got up and trudged over to her drawers. She picked out an outfit and turned to Justin. “Out.”

“Do you want your parents to see me?” He smirked.

“Nice try. Turn around.” He obeyed and she hid behind her closet door and quickly stripped from her pajamas and put on her clothes. And you can bet money Justin tried to steal a couple peeks without her knowing.

What happened to the sweet Justin from last night? Violet thought.

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