cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 23

I sat down at the same booth, on my phone, my anger slowly toning down. I had been here for at LEAST two hours... Many workers came up and confronted me about what happened, but I waved them off, saying it was just a petty fight and that I wouldn't be here long.

Oh, if only I could confirm that... My phone lit up again, and I sighed, opening it to the home screen.

3 missed calls from, Justin<3

Why does the prick keep calling me? Can he not see I don't want anything to do with him anymore? God damn. I rolled my eyes, then narrowed them, clicking on his contact. I typed his name back to its original at the beginning, when I first met him.

"College's biggest player/douche..." I mumbled, typing it in. I then locked my phone and dropped it into one of my bags, staring out the window. The entrance bell then rung, signaling someone came in. I curiously turned my head to see who it was.

A black haired guy with a nose and lip piercing walked in. His hood was up, but I could vaguely make out his facial features. He looked damn hot, that's for sure. He had striking ice blue eyes. He looked strangely familiar...

The hot, mysterious guy pulled down his hood, and it hit me.

It was George! The owner of that mansion that one night at that party...

That ‘night' ended up being 3 fucking days and 2 nights for me.

George turned, and his gaze instantly locked with mine. I gave him a small smile, and he walked toward me.

"Heyyy....aren't you that one chick that got locked in my friend's room?" He asked.

I laughed lightly, and it sounded slightly fake...which it was, I'm not going to lie.

"Yup...that's me." I replied, my voice sounding slightly hoarse. I looked away, hoping he didn't notice.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked, sitting down from the chair across from me.

Shit.

"Uh..." I trailed off, looking at him, and then quickly looking away. Fuuuck. How do I reply to that?!

"Come on, just spill." He said bluntly, looking at me with concerned eyes. I sighed, looking away. I was so done...with everything..

Fuck it, what else did I have to lose?

"Well. Justin turned my life into living hell. I got beat up by a bunch of bitches, then I get made fun of, then I get hate pages on Face Book about me, just to find out it was Justin all along. So now here I am, stuck at a McDonalds with no place to go. So you tell me, does it sound like I am okay?" I snapped, rising from my chair. I had enough of people today, I want to fucking murder a bitch.

"Whoa, Hakuna your Tata's bro. I was just curious." He spat, looking at me with cold eyes.

I slowly slid back down in my seat, feeling slightly guilty. George really didn't do anything; I was being a bitch to him.

"Sorry... I'm just tired and upset." I admitted honestly, looking away.

He sighed, getting up. I turned to look at him, confused.

"Come on." He mumbled. I raised an eyebrow, slowly standing. What did he exactly want to do? I fucking swear, if he pulls a move, I will cut his balls off and feed them to a god damn zebra.

"Come on, I don't have all day." He hissed. I slowly reached over and grabbed my duffel bags, then turned to look at him.

"Where are you taking me-" I asked, but got interrupted.