cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 6

It's been about 3 hours that I've been locked in this bathroom, and to be honest, I seriously have never been so bored in my life. Of course, I'd rather be bored then raped and beat up or possibly KILLED by that drunk as hell Justin. Speaking of which, I finally think he is asleep. He just wouldn't give up trying to coax me out of the bathroom...he sounded pretty damn desperate too. But of course, I didn't cave in! 

Getting up from my fetal position against the door, I groaned quietly at the aching and soreness in some of my muscles. Who would have known that sitting in the same position for 3 hours could be this painful? Obviously not me. I twisted my back in a few directions, popping it, and did the same with my neck, so I didn't give myself a whiplash. Those hurt like hell.

Finally, I thought it was time. I quietly unclicked the lock on the door, and poked my head out into the room. What was out there surprised me.

Nothing.

No Justin. Did he find a way out? What if he left me in here, locked! Where is he? 

I stepped fullway out now, but my foot made contact with something bony. I jumped back a bit, a little startled. I looked down, to see Justin's hand on the floor, by the door. His face was tear-stained, and his body was sprawled out, on the floor!

By his even breathing, I could tell he was asleep for longer than an hour, probably two. I kind of dozed off in the bathroom, so I really don't know how long I was actually in there.

I sighed, and looked out the window. By my judgement, I would say it was about 12 a.m.

I rubbed my eyes, and yawned. I needed some sleep... and Justin was on the floor so...what do I have to lose? I hesitatly climbed into the large king bed and snuggled into a pillow, trying to get comfortable. My stomach growled irritably, obviously hungry. I bit my lip. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

Bright sunshine and warmth woke me from my sleep. My eyes fluttured open, and I beamed a smile, then looked around, and it dropped almost instantly. I thought I was at home. Nope. Still stuck in this hell of a room with the douche.

I sat up, but was resisted back down. I looked down carefully, and noticed arms around my waist. I raised an eyebrow, and looked over. There, holding ME, was Justin, in the bed, with ME.

I forcefully removed his arms off of me, and scooted away, disgusted. He was supposed to stay on the floor! That horny motherfucker.

"Mmm babe.." He mumbled, rolling over. I eyed him for a moment, then smirked...

Was Justin Bieber having a sex dream?!

"Mmm...harder."

That little phrase answered my thoughts. I let out a quiet giggle, and then it turned into disgust.

Justin Bieber was having a sex dream! In this bed, with ME in it. Oh god no.

I quickly stood up, and ran to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror, and saw my eyes looked like racoons. I hurriedly got some toilet paper and water, and wiped it all off, leaving a natural look. 

I didn't look horrible when I didn't have makeup on.. but I didn't look sexy either. I guess it was kind of like a 'cute' look. My hair was in frizzy curls, and I decided to change that. I got some water on my hand, and put it on my hair, patting it down. The curls looked almost natural now. Smirking, I walked out of the bathroom, to be met with golden eyes staring at me.

I bit my lip.

"Hi." I mumbled, leaning against the bathroom's door frame.

"Sup babe....Did we..?" He trailed off, grinning at me suggestively.