Confusion (Sequel to I Wish...)

Chapter 42

(Becca's pov)
-6:30pm-
Justin's with Chantel in the other room. Why is he so stupid?
Can't he see that Chantel is trying to take him away from me? I'm fucking sick because of her. She deserves a taste of her own bullshit. It hurts so bad, Justin being with her. Justin would rather spend the night with her than take care of me. How does he think that makes me feel? It tears me apart inside. It makes me feel like a second choice. I remember his expression when he told me he'd cancel his plans with Chantel. He was sad; that's when I realized that she did mean something to him. I don't know what to do anymore. He won't believe me. He'll find some way to make me feel like the bad guy, and I'll feel even worse.
"Becca, are you doing ok, baby?"
Justin entered the room.
"I'm fine."
I lied and pretended that I was half asleep. I'm not in the mood to talk to him, and I also didn't want him to see my pain.
"...Ok. You know, I'd really prefer to be next to you."
He sounded bummed out.
"That's sweet."
I lied and hid my frown.
"See you soon, beautiful."
After that, I heard the door shut. I sighed and pulled the covers over my head. I felt nauseated, and I kinda felt like throwing up. I sat up, because my stomach was bothering me.
"Oh, Justin, you're so cute."
Chantel's voice spoke loudly through the doors. I wanted to throw something at her.
"Ok, Chantel, it's getting late. I think you should go. I don't want to you get lost or anything."
Justin's voice spoke.
"Oh, alright, Jay."
Chantel sounded flirty with him. I heard the sound of the door open. There was nothing but silence now, so I got up and walked out. That's when I heard giggling from outside the room. I looked outside to see Chantel and Justin...kissing. Chantel saw me then smirked and kissed Justin harder. Justin pulled away, but I couldn't tell if he kissed her or not. My eyes were already watered, and my mouth was dry.
"Oh, hi, Becca."
Once Chantel said that, Justin snapped his head around in shock.
"Becca, no. I swear I didn't kiss her. She kissed me."
Justin started to stutter and walked to me. I grew angry on top of all my sadness and hurt. I tackled Chantel to the ground and hit her.
"He's mine now! Get off me!"
Chantel hit back and pushed me off. I slapped her and pulled her hair. She did the same; then I felt my shirt rip open, exposing my white bra.
"Becca, stop!"
Justin's arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me, but I ripped Chantel's shirt off too.
"Get your hands off me, asshole!"
I continued to hit Chantel.
"Becca, cut it out!"
Justin finally pulled me into the room.
"Becca, I swear she kissed me first! Baby, you've gotta believe me."
Justin held my shoulders still.
"No! I'm sick of this! I feel like your second choice! Justin, I don't want this anymore! Maybe I have trust issues, maybe you didn't kiss her, but I don't care anymore! I just wanna leave!"
I put on a new shirt, pushed him away, and cried.
"Becca, please don't leave. If I need to take the blame, I will. Just don't do this."
Justin begged, but I shook my head and pushed past him.
"Becca, don't leave. Please don't leave."
Justin went after me, but I ignored him.
"You can fucking have him! I hope you're happy!"
I shouted at Chantel.
"Becca!"
Justin followed me.
"Stay away from me!"
I pushed him away and entered the elevator. I pressed any button to get me away from this. Once I made it downstairs, I snuck out the door and hid behind the building. I dialed Chaz's number and pressed it against my ear.
"Becca?"
Chaz's voice answered.
"Chaz, can you pick me up?"
I tried to hide the fact that I was hurting all over.
"Uhm, sure. Where are you?"
He agreed.
"Behind the hotel."
I know he's with his girlfriend, and I should've just left him alone.
"Ok, be there soon."
He spoke before hanging up. I sat on the cold cement and let out my tears. This is what happens when I have trust issues. Maybe if Justin never left and cheated on me with Selena in the first place, I would trust him better. I hate this. Our relationship won't work out if I can't trust a word that Justin says. It just doesn't work out.
"Becca, are you ok?"
Chaz's car pulled up, and I stood up.
"Yea."
I nodded.
"What happened?"
He opened the back seat door for me.
"Just a bad argument. Is this your girlfriend?"
I saw a girl with dirty blonde hair in the passenger seat.
"Yea, her name is Mallory."
Chaz smiled at her, and she smiled back.
"Hi, you're one of Chaz's best friends, right?"
She waved kindly to me.
"Yea."
I nodded as the car drove.
"Do you have a place to stay, Becca?"
Chaz asked.
"Uhm, not really, but I ca-"
"Oh, she can stay with us."
Mallory suggested.
"Is that ok?"
Chaz parked in front of an apartment building.
"Yea, that's fine."
I nodded. I don't really have a choice. We got out and entered an apartment. It's a nice apartment with light brown painted walls and nice furniture.
"Nice place."
I admired the coziness of the room.
"Thanks, it's Mallory's."
Chaz set his bag on the leather couch.
"Are you hungry? I have some leftover Chinese food."
Mallory grabbed a small box.
"No, thank you."
I don't feel good, on the inside and outside.
"Are you tired?"
Chaz stood beside me.
"Yea, uhm, I actually got food poisoning."
I told them.
"Aw, you should lay down. We have medicine."
Mallory searched through a cabinet.
"Thanks, guys."
I sat on the couch.
"Here, take this."
Mallory handed me a couple pills, one pink and one red.
"Just curious. Does this have anything to do with the chick that Justin's modeling with?"
Chaz moved his bag, so I could lay down.
"Ugh, yes. This is all her fault..."
I went ahead and told him everything.
"Damn, so you and Justin aren't getting along well?"
Chaz listened as he got ready for bed. Mallory was in the bathroom taking a shower.
"No. I just need a break."
I sighed.
"Yea, I'll let you sleep now. I'm sure you're tired."
Chaz pecked my cheek before leaving me to rest. I buried myself in the pillows and hid under the blankets.
(Justin's pov)
Dammit! No! Becca left. She left, because she thinks I'm cheating. I'm not! Chantel kissed ME. I just brought her to the door. That's all. Now, Becca's gone. She's all I ever needed. I have no idea where she is. There's no way I can find such a petite girl in a big city all by myself. I've tried calling her about 8 times, but she won't answer. Fuck. I don't care anymore. I'm going to look for her. We have a flight tomorrow to Las Vegas; I'm not going without Becca. I put on a hood, crossed my fingers that nobody spots me, then I went to look.

(A/N: Next post is on Saturday, but I MIGHT not post bc of my brothers birthday.)