Confusion (Sequel to I Wish...)

Chapter 39

(Justin's pov)
"So, Justin, do you work out?"
Chantel asked from my left side.
"Yea, I do. It's noticeable, right?"
I can't help myself when it comes to bragging.
"Very noticeable. Everything is just so...perfect."
She admired me.
"Tell me about it."
Becca muttered from my right side.
I could feel a tension between them, and it wasn't pretty.
"Hey, Justin, can you sing for me? Your voice is beautiful."
Chantel asked nicely.
"Uhm, sure..."
I cleared my throat to sing a piece of Boyfriend.
"Wow, I love that, Jay."
Chantel clapped for me. Jay?
"Maybe you can write another song for me when we go home, Justy."
Becca cut in and tucked herself under my arm, so Chantel put her hands on my other arm.
"Oh, we're here!"
I shot up and headed out the door. Damn, they're feisty.
"Wait up, Justin!"
Chantel caught up with me, and Becca was now by my side again. We ordered then sat at a booth, where both Chantel and Becca crowded me into one seat. Becca just ordered a glass of water, and Chantel ordered a salad. I ordered a chicken sandwich with fries.
"I need to use the bathroom. I'll be right back, Jay."
Chantel got up and left.
"Ok, Becca, you need to cut this out. It's not helping. I've told you a billion times that I love you, so it's up to you to believe it or not."
I hated to be just a little upset with her, but it had to be done.
"Whatever."
She crossed her arms.
"Baby, don't be mad at me, please."
I put my arm around her and rubbed her shoulder.
"I wanna go to the hotel."
She mumbled irritably.
"We will, babe. Just have patience."
I patted her shoulder.
"Hey, I got our food for us."
Chantel arrived and set the food on the table.
"Thanks."
I smiled at her and handed the cup of water to Becca.
"I'll pay for it, Chantel."
I told Chantel before she could take out her money.
"Oh, thanks, Jay."
She smiled. I wasn't a fan of her calling me that, but it's only for one more day.
"So do your fans like the photos?"
Chantel asked as we ate.
"Yea, but some are jealous. They just need to lighten up a bit, because I'm never leaving their side."
I leaned a little toward Becca, signaling her that I was talking about her.
"Yea, I can tell why they'd get jealous. You're such an amazing person."
Chantel finished her salad as Becca and I finished our food or drinks.
"Thanks, but you're more amazing than I am."
I don't like when girls make me better than them.
"Aw, thank you, Jay. We should go. Can we get ice cream? I'll pay."
Chantel offered cheerfully.
"No way."
Becca answered before I could.
"Actually, we can. It won't hurt."
I changed the answer to yes.
"Perfect! Let's go."
Chantel grabbed my arm and pulled me out the door.
"Wait, slow down."
I stopped her and waited for Becca. She looked pissed and walked right past me. Ouch.
"C'mon, Jay, I know a great ice cream place."
Chantel and I got into the bus. Becca was in the bus bathroom. I wanted her to come out. I wanted to kiss her. The bus drove then parked at an ice cream place.
"Becca, do you want ice cream?"
I asked from behind the door.
"No."
Becca sounded mad yet her voice cracked.
"Ok...I'll be right back, baby."
Honestly, I want to stay here with her. I hate the fact that she's mad at me. Chantel and I went to get ice cream. There were Beliebers and paparazzi crowding the place. My bodyguards helped me get through and into to the shop.
"My gosh, your fans are crazy."
Chantel smiled then led me to the counter.
"That's what makes them special."
I smiled at the thought of my Beliebers.
"What kind of ice cream are you getting?"
She studied the flavors.
"I like cotton candy."
I replied.
"I'm getting vanilla."
She smiled; then we ordered.
"I'll meet you in the bus. I'm gonna meet some fans real quick."
I told Chantel before we walked outside.
"Ok."
She smiled; then my bodyguards helped her in the bus.
(Becca's pov)
I sat on the couch, wanting to cry yet shout at the same time.
"Oh, hi, Becca."
Chantel walked in without Justin.
"...you're so quiet. I hope we're not disturbing you."
Chantel spoke teasingly.
"Shut up. Justin's mine."
I glared at her.
"For now he is."
She smirked.
"Better wipe that fucking smirk off your face before I do it for you."
I stood up and threatened her.
"Is that a threat?"
She kept on smirking.
"Sure the hell is."
I glared coldly at her.
"I fucking dare you."
She glared knowingly at me. I grew angrier by the second.
"Bitch, you better bac-"
"Becca, hey, stop that. You know better, babe."
Justin pulled me back before I could charge at her.
"Get off me. I want to go home."
I shoved his hands off me.
"Can you drop me off, Jay?"
Chantel gave me a victorious smirk.
"Sure."
Justin turned to her.
"Fuck you."
I turned around and headed into the bathroom.
"Becca-"
Justin spoke, but I already shut the door. I sighed then leaned against the door. Maybe I'm too jealous, but now I'm mad. I'm tired of Justin telling me to calm down. It's not like he can easily sit there and take another guy flirting with me. I felt the bus stop; then after awhile, it began to drive again. I heard a knock on the door.
"Baby, can you come out?"
It was Justin.
"What?"
I opened the door and stood in front of Justin.
"Becca, this is ridiculous. She's just a friend. Why are you making a big deal out of this?"
Chantel was no longer here.
"I'm not. It's just not fair how you're letting her flirt with you, and you're putting her before me."
I hugged myself, because it's not like this doesn't hurt me.
"Becca, I'm not putting her before yo-"
"Let's go get ice cream, Jay" Oh, ok, I'll just forget that my girlfriend is tired and wants to go home. Sure, bitch, let's go get ice cream."
I acted Justin and Chantel out but not in a playful way.
"Becca, it wasn't like that."
Justin sighed.
"Are you sure? Because that's how it sounded to me."
I snapped.
"Ok, I'm sorry, Becca."
Justin sounded irritated by me.
"Whatever."
I glared; then the bodyguards led us into our hotel. When we entered the elevator, there was nothing but tension between us. I got ready for bed in the bathroom when we entered the room. I washed up, brushed my hair, then changed down to a gray baggy shirt and light pink panties.
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight by the way."
I grabbed my phone.
"What-Becca, c'mon. You can't be serious."
Justin sounded bummed out.
"I'm serious."
I glared at him.
"No, I'm not sleeping on the couch, Becca."
Justin argued.
"Fine, I'll sleep on the couch."
I grabbed a pillow and blanket then laid on the couch, facing away from Justin.
"Bec-"
"Goodnight, Justin."
I spoke loud enough for him to hear the irritation. I heard him sigh; then the door shut, and silence took over the room.

(A/N: Schools out for me. Finally. Next post is on Sunday)

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