cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 9

It's been about two hours, and Justin and I barely have exchanged a word to each other. I have a feeling that what I just did while come back and bite me in the ass. Hopefully not, but knowing the two faced dick in front of me, it probably will. 

At the current moment, I was sitting on the floor of the room, playing with the ends of my hair and humming to myself quietly. Justin was either asleep, deep in thought, or listening to me. I prayed that it wasn't the last one, because that would be awkward as hell. I bit my lip, wondering.

"Crystal?" Justin finally piped up out of nowhere.

"Yes..?" I answered back hesitantly, slightly afraid of what he was going to say.

"Want to know something?" He asked, his voice tinted with a tone I couldn't describe. Before I could reply, he spoke again.

"You think you are sexy, but you aren't." He said with a cruel voice, looking down at me from the bed, his face expressioned in a cruel glare.

"Ex-excuse me?" I sputtered out, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Where the hell did that come from? Does this boy suffer from a bipolar disease or something? One second he's all like: Damn Crystal I want your body, kiss me! And now he's acting like a fucking prick again who thinks he knows everything.

"You heard me." He said, smirking and flashing his middle finger up at me. My mouth dropped in shock. Who the hell did this guy think he was? My gaze snapped up and I stared at him dead in the face.

I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.

"You think you are sooo popular and wanted, well NEWS FLASH BIIIITCH. No one wants you." Justin said, looking away unamused, and flicking a piece of wool off his shirt.

I rose an eyebrow, and folded my arms, leaning away from him. Before he was about to speak, I was the one to cut him off, just like he did to me.

"Justin, you sure are the hypocrite, aren't you? You basically just described yourself. Justin? Hah, no, this..--" I gestured to him, "-- Is not Justin. I don't know who the hell is this, so, Who the fuck are you?" I asked incredously, standing and looking at him, folding my arms.

Justin got off the bed and stood his chest breathing heavily from anger.

"Crystal, you are the biggest whore I've ever met, and that is saying something." He icely replied. 

I let the comment slide right through me, and stood my ground.

"And you are the biggest douche I've met." I whispered. Justin stepped toward me, raising an eyebrow.

"What was that?" He asked, testing to see if I had enough balls to say it again.

Wise up, motherfucker. This is Crystal motherfucking Turner you are talking to.

"I said: You are the biggest douche I've met. Do you need some god damn hearing aids or something?" I snapped back, raising my eyebrows.

Justin bit his lip, glaring at me.

"Fuck you." he spat.

"No thanks, you already wish that would happen." I whipped back, smirking. He looked shocked at first, then smirked.

"The bitch thinks she's funny! hah, this is great." He yelled to himself, laughing at me without any humor in his voice. I rolled my eyes.

"You have to to be the most bipolar person I know." I snapped, rolling my eyes again.

"Don't fucking do that." He hissed, grabbing my chin. I looked at him skeptically, and slapped his hand off my chin.

"Don't touch me." I shrieked, stepping away from him. He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever bitch. When we get out of this hell hole, I am SO ruining your college social life." He sneered. I laughed, this asshole actually thinks I care what people say about me? Hah. 

"Whatever happened to 'Friends'" I sneered back, putting hand quotes by the words 'friends'. 

"You annoyed the hell outta me, that's what." He shot back. I looked at him with the most confused look I could muster.

"I annoyed you? By what? Kissing you? Because from your actions, it seemed like you were damn well enjoying it. And hate to break it to you, you dick, but I haven't said a god damn thing since that stupid fucking kiss. So you have no reason to yell at me." I said, poking forcefuly at his chest. He huffed out a deep breath, and grabbed my finger, pulling me to him. I was up against his chest now. I put my hands on his chest, trying to push myself off him.

"The hell Justin?" I snapped, trying to push off him.

"Are you angry?" He asked curiously.

"Yes I am damn angry!" I yelled, my face growing flustered with frustration as I squirmed.

Justin bent down, and grabbed my chin with a slight force but was gentle at the same moment. I froze, looking at him with fearful eyes, as his lips connecting with mine. He began to kiss me for real now, and I remained rigid. 

It didn't exactly work... My lips began to move with his until we both were feverishly kissing one another.

My mind was screaming at me, things like: What the hell are you thinking? He's playing you! Get off him!

But my heart and body were fighting back equally, saying: I like this, I want this.

Justin pressed his hand to the small of his back, closing all the space in between us. I curled my fingers through his hair, and he moved onto the bed, falling back on it, with me on top of him. We kissed for a minute more, and finally I pulled away, looking at him with confused eyes.

This boy will be the death of me, I swear it. One minute we are screaming at each other, fists clenched, and the next, we are making out on the bed. 

I don't know what this was anymore. It wasn't friendship, but it wasn't love. But all I knew is that, every word exchanged, every kiss, every arguement, 

I kept falling for the guy who was known as the college player. And it was getting to the point where I don't think I could handle myself much longer. This was getting out of hand, way out of hand, but I liked it. 

I liked it, and I was sure.

"Crystal?" Justin asked, interupting me from my thoughts.

"Yes?" I asked quietly, looking down at him, my arms around his neck.

"What are we?" He asked curiously. I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders.

"I don't know." I admitted.

"Well...is it bad that I don't want to be friends?" He asked. My heart stopped. He doesn't want to be friends? He hates me. Great. We are only doing all this shit just to ease both of our bored problems, fantastic, I was falling for the guy who doesn't give 2 shits about me-

"I want to be more."