cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 5

"Justin, we're locked in." I said shakily, looking at him. He just giggled and sat on the king sized bed.

"I know, Crystal!" He shouted, throwing a pillow at me limply. It barely fell two feet across the room. I smirked, and leaned on one side of my hip.

"Well? What do we do? Do you know how to get out?" I asked sharply, narrowing my eyes at him and folding my arms.

He glared and said,"Actually, I do." 

That caught my attention. My head snapped up, and I moved toward him.

"Well how the hell do we get out?!" I shrieked, stomping my foot. He smirked, and stood up, getting in my face.

"I'll tell you....if you kiss me." He whispered. I shook my head.

"Hell no! You know what? I'll just call Lily." I smirked, and reached into my bra.

My phone was gone. Then I remembered, I left it next to the shots. I bit my lip. Shit.

"Well? Where's your phone?" Justin asked, with a knowing grin on his face.

"Oh shut up you prick." I mumbled, storming over to the bathroom. I noticed the windows around the mansion. Maybe I can climb through them?

"Justin, you said you knew the owner of this place, right?" I called out from the bathroom.

"Yeah.." He slurred from the room.

"Where is he, by chance?" I asked, walking in.

"He's..on vacation. He's staying till monday! So we are locked in here for 2 days!" Justin said excitedly, clapping like a five year old. I looked at him with wide eyes. 

2. days.

Hell no. Someone come put a bullet through my head.

"Do you know how to get out, Justin?" I asked curiously. He looked at me and did a sorrowful sigh.

"No...it's locked from the outside.. I know the keys are downstairs but...We can't get them because we are locked in..." He whimpered, looking at me. I let out a groan of frustration.

"Great! So we are stuck in here, with no food, not purified water, no cellphones, we could be stuck here forever! You'll probably try to make a move on me, I'll probably end up sleeping in the god damn bathroom and your slutty bitchy Tiffany will probably make up a rumor of us leaving the party to have sex! This is just fantastic! I knew this would never work! I just..ugh!!-" I rambled on and on, my words flowing out of my mouth freely, expressing my distaste for this situation.  

I looked over at Justin, expecting something snide to come out of his mouth. Instead, I found him passed out like a light on the bed, his ass in the air.

I sighed, then an idea struck. He's asleep. 

 Looks like I might as well make my plan work, since I had nothing else to live for in this mansion.

Smirking, I crawled on the bed, and slipped off my high heels. I then moved over by Justin, and set my palms out, ready for my plan to kick in.

1....2....3!

I shoved Justin off the bed, and heard a loud 'thud!' on the ground. Smirking, I popped my head off the side of the bed, and looked at Justin's face. It was expressioned like he wanted to cry and murder someone.

"Why would you do that?!" He whimpered, holding his knee. I giggled at his stupidity.

Knowing he was still drunk, I decided to get some answers out of him. After all, drunk words are just sober thoughts.

Justin got up, and sat down on the bed, sitting cross-legged, facing me. I sat no my knees.

"So Justin, tell me. Why are you so interested in the average Crystal Turner?" I asked in my best slutty Tiffany voice.

He giggled.

"We made a bet, remember?"

My heart stopped, and curiousity kicked in.

"Awe man, I totes forgot Juju! What was it again?" I asked snottily.

He giggled and gave me a light nudge. 

"You said that you would get Jordan in her pants faster than I could! We betted 50 bucks, remember?"

I gasped. Jordan...

The guy I grinded with clicked into my head.

That stupid dick head.

Time for plan: Backfire bitches.

I finally piped up in my normal voice, " Hey Justin....truth or dare?" 

"Mmm Daaareee!" He squealed.

"I dare you...to tell me your thoughts on Crystal."

He laughed.

"Well. She's fucking sexy. I'd tap that. and bang that. She's so funny, and cute! But she's a bitch." He replied distastefully. I gaped at him.

"I'm not a bitch!" I shrieked, hitting his arm.

"Yes you are! You hate me!" 

"Maybe because you think you own everything, and are better than everyone, you cocky motherfucker!" I yelled, standing on the bed. He froze, and looked at me.

"The hell did you just say?" He snarled, standing to meet my eye level.

Standing my ground, I said in a low voice, " I said , you are a COCKY.MOTHER.FUCKER."

Justin snarled, and grabbed my arm, and shoved me harshly on the bed. He crawled over me, and sat on my torso. He then wrapped his hands around my neck in a vice like grip.

"Listen here, bitch. No one talks to Justin Bieber like that." He hissed, and began to choke me. I scraped my nails against the skin on his hand, trying to breathe. My lungs ached for air.

"J-Justin st-stop-" I gasped out, thrashing.

He just snickered. I bit my lip.

So this was how I would die. By some cocky fucker who got offended by word choice.

I lifted my knee up, and smacked the back of the small of his back, knocking the wind out of him. He losened almost instantly, and I sucked in big gulps of air, looking at him. He was hunched over, trying to catch his breath. Now was my chance.

I grabbed one of my heels from the lower side of the bed, and held it against his temple. He didn't know it was a heel, but I did.

"Listen here, Justin." I snarled, and continued, " Don't treat a lady like a god damn sex toy. Because we will. fuck. up. your. life." I hissed, and shoved him against the wall.

He looked up at me, and I looked into his golden eyes.

In them, was attraction, hatred, and.....

Lust?!

I backed away, and he reached out and grabbed my hand. 

"You're sexy when you are angry." He murmured, leaning down to kiss me. I pushed away from him, and sprinted to the bathroom. I slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside.

Rapid thuds from fists came from the door, as Justin called for me.

"Crystal, come out."

"Come on Crystal, I wanna play a game!"

"You can't hide forever!"

I bit my lip and slid against the back of the door, making sure he couldn't get in. I held my head in my hands, and tears began to slide down my cheeks.

Could this week get any worst?