Justin's pov:
Baylee was in the shower and I was just laying in her bed naked. I was so aggravated. So I decided to get a beer. I slide on my underwear and some pants then get up walking down the stairs. Nash and Zac walk through the door and I shake my head. "Why are you here?" "Because Baylee called me" he says and I roll my eyes. "Because Baylee called me" I mock under my breath as I open my beer. "I heard that" Zac says and before I could say anything I hear Baylee. "I'm ready" "wait, hold on i forgot my wallet" Nash says glaring at me. "Dude?" I question because the looks he was giving me. "Don't 'dude' me" Nash says walking away. "You okay?" I hear Zac ask and Baylee nods looking at me with a look of disgust. The three of them walk out the door and Christian walks up behind me. "Dude, did you get laid.. Again?" He chuckles and I shake my head. "She knew" "knew what bro?" He say gulping down a beer while running his hands trying his messy sex hair. "That I've been hooking up with other girls" "so?" He shrugs carelessly. "You two weren't even in a relationship" he says turning and walking out of the room. "By the way, comfy robe" "Yeah I know dude" I smirk laughing with him.
Baylee's pov:
I was bawling my eyes out to Zac and Nash. "Want me to kick his ass?" They both ask at the same time. "No" I say wiping my eyes. "I know we aren't in a relationship but... We have this thing. It's practically like a relationship!" I say angrily. "Hey Mr. Efron, can I get a cigarette?" "Hell no" I say looking at Nash, he smile kissing my cheek. "I love you mommy" "don't call me that, makes me sound old" I smirk. He chuckles putting his arm around me. "I'll take that cigarette though" I say and Nash laugh. "The hell you will, you're to pretty of a girl to start some nasty smoking habit because you're heart is broken" Zac says lighting one himself. "If it's so nasty why do you do it?" "Habit, thought I was cool in middle school. I became addicted, I hate it too" he says and I just blurred him out after that. Walking through this town with Nash and Zac and it now begin three in the morning just proves how good of friends they are to me. They've both kept me company all day while I've cried about Justin all day. "Wanna crash at my place?" Zac ask and I shake my head. "We'll head home, thank you for the dinner and movie earlier" "no probably, pretty girl" he says and I smile giving him a hug. He's a great friend, I hate to say it but he is. At first I thought he was a cocky annoying little pick, but hot. Turns out he's got my back. "I really miss Sky" I say laying my head on Nash's shoulder as we walked. He chuckles "good because we have to leave to go get her in like three house" "ugh damn it" I mumble because I'm so tired. "Maybe they'll bring her?" "Who knows" Nash ask. It's like an eight hour drive. I know I'm crazy for letting her spend one night, eight hours away. "Let's hurry and get past Justin, I'm sleeping with you btw" "btw" "by the way duh" I say and Nash laughs. We walk into the house and I see the blonde haired Hailey girl and a few other girls talking to Justin, Christian and a few random guys. "Get the hell out of my house. This is no party pad" I say angrily. Especially how close Hailey was to Justin. She was practically in his lap. "Now!" Nash yells and they all get up heading towards the door. "Baylee" "pick this mess up then in the morning, you best find somewhere else to stay, or better go back to LA!" I say as Justin stood closer to me. "Lighten up baby" he say, drunk. "No I won't, I want you gone!" I yell pushing him away from me. He frowns his eyebrows and nods his head. "Then I'll be gone, in the morning... first thing" he mumbles turning and picking stuff up. I turn and walking up the stairs with tears building up. He's changed. Them boys, LA. Maybe he's on drugs again. I can't take this, I know that much. I thought we were more than friends, I thought that he thought the same. I guess not. When do things ever turn out great between us? Never. Exactly. It's just.. I'm so in love with him. It's kinda hard to let someone go when you love them. Of course you'll be mad when they're sleeping with other people. As I lay in the bed beside Nash I close my eyes as I quietly cry myself to sleep. Justin doesn't care. He wants sex, and only sex. He's famous, one of the most famous people on this planet, I have no clue what I was thinking. Like I could ever be with Justin Bieber the way I dream to be. See, dream to be. It's only a dream that I'll be happy with him and have no complications. He's into the money, sexy hot models, fast cars, expensive houses, maybe even drugs. I come with none of that.
