cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 10

My mouth ran dry, and I bit my lip.

"You...ah...what?" I choked out, disbelief clear in my voice. I moved my hands from his neck to his chest, my palms against his abdomen.

Justin licked his lips, and looked away, hiding a certain expression on his face.

I looked at him curiously for a few moments then realization dawned on me. 

Justin social lite Bieber was EMBARRASSED. By an average college girl he barely knew. I stifled a giggle and looked down at him, as he turned his head back to face my curious and slightly hysterical eyes. 

"You want to ...what?" I pressed him again, licking my lips, and raising an eyebrow.

Justin smiled and threw his head back against the pillows, and removed one of his hands from the small of my back, and ran his hand through his hair, then placed it back. He smirked, and said,"

"Crystal Turner, I believe it is YOU, who needs some 'god damn hearing aids.'" He quoted me from earlier, when I was yelling at him. It was intense then, but now it seemed strangely funny.

A light laugh bubbled from my mouth, and dropped my head. I raised it back, and looked him dead in the eyes. I cocked my head sideways, causing my caramel hair to flutter down my shoulders and into my face. I frowned, and put all my weight on Justin while I tried to fix my hair. 

One of my hands gave out, and I collapsed completely on Justin, causing us both to grunt. Justin laughed, and I just groaned, pushing myself up, and rolling off of him.

Unfortunately, I didn't roll the right direction. My body rolled off the side of the bed, and my shoulder was first to hit the hard floor.

A quite clear "Ow." escaped my mouth. Fuck my luck.

Justin's laughter roared through the entire room, and his head peeked off the side of the bed. He stopped, looked at my expression, and laughed harder. I bit my lip, a smile forming on my lips. Finally I gave in, sitting up, and began to laugh with him. I wasn't laughing at my fall, I was laughing at his laughter, which was very contagious. 

"That. Just. Made.My. Fucking. Life." Justin said in between fits of laughter. I gave him a cheeky grin, and stood up. I brushed off my butt, and pulled down my shirt, which was exposing my slightly tan stomach.

Justin noticed my move, and bit his lip. I quickly turned. Oh god. This better not get awkward or I'll slit my throat and move to Antartica. Wait, then I would be dead. My god Crystal, you need to go get pills for ADHD. I giggled quietly at my stupidity.

Outside it was growing dark, and Justin and I hadn't really done things important. Mostly talked about couples, college, and about one another and what has happened to us. Just normal shit, really. At the moment, I was sitting against the headboard of the bed, and Justin was laying on his stomach, looking at me.

"Whose room is this?" I asked, trying to ignore the pain in my stomach from hunger.

"It's the owner's best friends room." Justin replied casually. I sighed, slumping against the white bed frame.

"There has to be more shit in here then just those nasty fucking sex toys." I said, flicking the fabric on the bed.

"Well, we could try those if you want." Justin said, giving my a sultry wink. I slapped his shoulder.

"Justin!" I scolded. Damn this boy had impatience!

He giggled, and rolled onto his back. "Kidding!" He said over his shoulder. I smiled faintly. I threw my head back, forgetting the wood headboard behind me. My head hit it, and something clicked. Clicked?

The plain white wall in front of us had a 60 inch square revolving slowly, revealing a 60 inch T.V. replacing it.

"Woaaah!" Justin and I said at the same time. 

"How did you do that?" Justin asked. I smirked.

"Well, I hit the headboard." I admitted sheepishly. Justin threw his head back and laughed.

"Well, I guess that means the remote must be in there somewhere." Justin said after a minute. I nodded, and we both jumped to the edge of the headboard, fiercly hitting and smacking it with our palms.

"Found it!" Justin said. I smiled, and crawled over. We finally began to tap through all the buttons, and find a station.

"These stations are really awkward." I said, looking at the screen. Almost every station we had had a male or female making out or getting there.

Justin feverishly kept changing the station, until I realized what was going on.

Justin stopped at the worst station, just as I gasped. On the T.V. were two females having sex, no black bars, NOTHING. It was all showing... if you get what I mean.

"Justin turn it off!" I shrieked, whipping my head the other way and holding a pillow to my face.

"Why, whats so- OH MY FUCK." Justin yelled, and began to ransack the headboard, until the t.v. finally shut off.

I hesitantly looked up from my pillow. Whoever lives in this room, needs to get a fucking life, or get laid. My hell, he has dildos, and a PORN subscription on his t.v.! 

"What the fuck is wrong with this guy!"I said, turning to Justin. He giggled.

I noticed Justin was slightly uncomfortable, and kept grabbing at his pants. He closed his eyes for a moment, and I took my chance. Looking down at his pants, I noticed a bulge slowly growing in his.. er..area.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, I had already looked away.

"I need to pee." I blurted out bluntly, and ran to the bathroom.

That fact was true, I really DID have to pee, and I also wanted to escape Justin and his ...problem.

Fuck.

This night got even more awkward.