Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Justin tells me to park behind the gym next to his truck, that way no one will be able to see my car from the road. I comply, and I suddenly feel at ease when I see him opening the back door to meet me.

I'm smiling when he opens my door, the rage and disgust supplied by my parents leaving my body so quickly that I almost forget it was there in the first place.

Not really, but it feels that way for a moment.

"Hi," he exhales, almost sounding relieved that I came. His warm eyes make me feel more at home than I do when I'm actually at home.

If only my parents could see how kind and gentle Justin is. It makes me feel sick that they'll never care to see this side of someone as long as they're from Linford. To them, their area code and their bank account is more important than who they are as a person.

As badly as I want to tell Justin how upset I am about what was said, I don't want to upset him. I'm not sure anyone would be chomping at the bit to hear about a group of people thinking they're completely useless and horrible. So I keep it to myself, and hope that his presence alone will erase it from my mind.

He holds his hand out for me to guide me out of my car, which I'm quick to hold in my own hand as we walk inside. Even through my remaining frustration, I can still feel butterflies in my stomach as he carefully laces our fingers together.

"How was your dinner?" he asks sweetly, stopping us to lock the door.

I shake my head and look down at my feet, the sinking feeling in my stomach so prominent. "It was, um— I don't know."

He laughs softly, but I can tell he's watching me with slight concern. "What does that mean?"

His hand leaves mine and rests on my lower back as he leads me up the stairs into his already open apartment. Once I'm inside, I feel like a four hundred pound weight is shed from my shoulders.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asks once he also locks his door, moving in front of me.

I finally look up at him, my eyebrows relaxing when I see his beautiful face before me. The concern wiped over his expression is nearly killing me, because I know that regardless of what we are, there's most certainly feelings between us although unspoken. It makes me relax.

"Mhm," I lie, lifting my hand to the side of his head to feel his hair between my fingers. I force a half smile, but feel the warmth in my eyes return at the sight of him.

Something about his gaze tells me he doesn't quite believe me, but I don't give myself very long to dwell on it. I'm certain it's gravity that pulls our lips together— mostly on my end— finally allowing them to collide for the first time in what feels like forever.

He hums into me, hands so hesitant and careful to find my waist before separating our mouths when they've only been together for a few seconds.

"Jane, are you sure? It seems like something's wrong," he withholds his lips from me.

I shake my head. Suddenly, I'm in deep and I can't pull my eyes away. "No. No, I'm okay. Can you just kiss me?"

He complies, though I'm not sure I give him much of a choice when I pull his face down to mine again, the heat from his lips calming me down. I hold him close as if to tell him this is all I need to feel better. I hope he understands without me having to say it.

I can feel his hands find my wrists and then meet my own on his face. He intertwines our fingers together again, and then pulls back. Again.

"Your hands are shaking," he furrows his eyebrows, eyes wildly searching mine. "What happened? What—"