cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 13

It's been two days since my last encounter with Justin. To be honest, I really didn't care. I guess it was all fake, only for the sake of his boredom. Well, he can go suck his own god damn penis for all I care. I'm done with him. We haven't exchanged a single text since he left me in the fucking house. I was still pissed. I had to call Lily over there and explained everything to her on the way back to campus. I wanted to destroy him.

I didn't know what we had, to be honest. It's like a love/hate relationship...well, not relationship, more like an awkward friendship with kissing and shit. I sighed. My weekend was fucking brilliant, wasn't it? Note my sarcasm there. 

At the moment, I was sitting on my small dorm bed, scrolling through the internet on my computer, laying on my stomach. I was completely bored, and to be honest, I just wanted to leave this place and not look back. 

Good thing finals are coming soon, and I can finally leave. Yesssss... 

My phone vibrated from the desk witha lamp and an alarm clock on it. Almost frantically, I snatched it and pressed on the home button, eager for a text, or any kind of socialization.

One new text!

My heart lept, and I swiped the keyboard, entering my texts.

Lily: Meet me at the cafe. It's important. Hurry.

I furrowed my eyebrows. Woah. Something's up.

I quickly locked my phone and slid on a pair of suede boots, put my hair in a medium length pony tail, and rushed out the door with my key. 

I walked hurriedly to the cafe, to hear chanting.

"Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!" The crowd was yelling. I pushed past a few people to see Justin and George clenching their fists. Woah. George went here?! 

Pressing forward, I looked at them urgently.

"Don't fucking talk to her." Justin hissed. George smirked slyly.

"I'll do what I want, Bieber. I'll fuck her!" He sneered, crossing his arms.

Justin growled and launched himself at George, who obviously wasn't expecting it. They both began to throw fists and kicks everywhere. Everyone was cheering. Cheering!?

What the hell!?

I turned and glared. Then stormed toward George and Justin and slid in between them, seperating them.

"Stop it!" I hissed, glaring at both of them. Justin just rolled his eyes and stepped in front of me. I stepped in between them again.

Listen bitches, if I step in front of you, I'm trying to prove a point! 

I folded my arms.

"Stop it!" I repeated again, my voice growling lower with annoyance. George stepped in front of me this time, pushing me slightly to the side. Justin took this chance and threw a punch, but George ducked.

A painful blow came into contact with my jaw, and I stumbled back.

The cheering stopped, and everyone went silent. I looked up slowly to see George and Justin frozen, staring at me with horror.

My jaw began to throb, and I placed a hand on it. Red liquid was on the tips of my fingernails.

Blood.

I looked up at Justin and George, horror in my eyes as the entire cafe was silent.

"Crystal I-" Justin tried to talk but I cut him off with a simple gesture of my hand being raised flatly.

He moved toward me, and I sent him the most disgusted look I could muster.

"I'm sor-"

"Save it." I hissed, moving my hand as I felt the blood slither down my skin and seep into the shirt I was wearing.

I turned, but stopped, and slowly turned back to face both of them.

"Go fuck yourselves." I said snidely, before turning on my heel again and walking off to the exit, showing no sign of pain or discomfort. 

Guys are DICKS.

Who knew that saying stuff to people in front of a crowd could get you..well known? 

At the moment, I was scrolling through all my mentions on twitter and Facebook, most of them mostly talking about how 'bad ass' I was.

It wasn't being bad ass, you stupid fucks. It's called being blunt and rude. If you knew me well enough, you would know I am practically a professional at those traits.

Justin has texted me at least 4 times, and I haven't bothered to read what they say. I really just don't care as much anymore. I also got like 2 texts from an unkown number, but I am not stupid enough to know it is probably George.

I rolled my eyes as I scrolled past the facebook statuses, and got up. Walking to the bathroom, I looked in the mirror at the scraped and noticeably bruised jaw of mine. I smirked, touching it with the bare ends of my fingertips.

I hope Justin and George feel guilty. I was just trying to help, but NO, they be dicks instead.

Woah, typical guy alert over here.

I rolled my eyes, and another text binged my phone. I moved toward it slowly, and opened to the home screen:

Justin: Come here, I have a surprise for you.

I bit my lip, and shook my head. I didn't want to see him, and I didn't think it was a good idea.

I sat down on the bed, and sighed again. Lily was at Ryan's, probably fucking again. Ehh..

I got up, suddenly choosing to do something. I slid on my boots, and texted Justin.

Me: Coming.