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Chapter 8 - I Forgot That We Hate Each Other

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Chapter 8 - I Forgot That We Hate Each Other

I stood there, frozen with my jaw unhinged. My mouth was so wide open that I could hear my own breathing. The only thing running through my mind right now is; What The Hell?!

"Mom!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the entire house. I heard footsteps approaching up the stairs but my eyes were unable to tear away from the horrifying sight in front of me.

After a few seconds I sensed my mom standing next to me. From the corner of my eye I saw her hand fly up to her mouth, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Oh My God! Who Did This?" My mom asked in amused shock.

I turned towards her and mustered a harsh glare, crossing my arms over my chest. "This is what happens when you let Hunter Ashford into this house."

My mom's eyes widened and she began cracking up, "H-Hunter did t-this?" She asked in astonishment, between her fits of laughter.

"This isn't funny!" I whined before turning back to the huge bombshell that stood before me.

You are probably, most likely wondering what the hell is going on - Allow me to explain.

Hunter mother-fucking Ashford filled my entire room with Justin Bieber. Every single inch of my walls was covered with posters and banners of him. My desk had huge stickers of Justin Bieber stuck onto it. My original white curtains were replaced with purple ones that had his face imprinted on them. A purple fuzzy rug was on my floor which had a picture of what I recognised as the Never Say Never album cover. The Best Part? - My bed. Justin Bieber bed sheets. Justin Bieber pillow cases. Justin Bieber duvet cover. And Justin fricking Bieber themed headboard.

My eyes continuously scrutinised the room, somehow trying to figure whether this is reality or just mere hallucination. But knowing Ashford - It is definitely reality.

"I am going to kill him!" I seethed, my hands forming firm fists and my nostrils flaring in anger.

I pulled out my phone hastily and rang his number which I had previously saved as 'Asshole'.

"What the fuck did you do to my room?!" I spoke low, yet the anger and frustration was evident in my tone.

"Ahh. So I'm guessing you've seen my masterpiece then haven't you?" Contrary to my tone of voice, his was amused and mocking, and I could hear him trying to suppress a laugh.

"Hunter I have never, in my entire life, seen this many Justin Bieber faces assaulting me all at once!" I exclaimed, cringing when I lifted my head to look at my room.

He let out a loud chuckle - even though I'm supposed to be mad at him, I've gotta admit that laugh is contagious. I smiled a little, hearing his laugh and rolled my eyes when he didn't stop for a good 30 seconds.

"I'm serious, you dipshit. How the hell did you even manage to do this so quick!"

"I didn't finish it quickly. It took us a good hour to get it all done." He said.

I looked at my mother confusedly, but she was still busy leaning on the doorframe and giggling silently.

"You asked my mom if you could go and pee! It does not take that long to pee, Hunter!" I spoke as if I was explaining something to a 4 year old. But then again his mind does work like a child so it'd suffice.