Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Birthday Behaviour (pt. 2)

recap from pt. 1:

Justin placed the knife down on the table and approached you slowly. You looked up at his face when he was standing right in front of you and inhaled a deep breath.

"Happy birthday y//n," He said, pulling you into a hug.

You couldn't even say anything. All you did was wrap your arms around his waist and cry.

He let go of you briefly and examined your face. "Aw, don't cry. Why are you crying?" He pulled you back to his chest and people started laughing.

One moment, you were holding onto him for dear life and the next he was lying on the floor, holding his arms over his face as somebody delivered punches to his body.

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Gasps echoed amongst everybody in the crowd followed by the grunts escaping from Justin's mouth as he received blow after blow.

"No!" You yelled, running over to them, "Stop! What do you think you're doing?"

You forcefully pushed Justin's attacker off of him and fell to your knees beside Justin. You saw the red liquid dripping out his nose as he shook his head slightly.

Glancing up, you saw the attacker with his fists clenched by his side and his chest rising up and down in anger.

The bartender?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You exclaimed as you stood up. You stepped over Justin towards the person you'd been smiling with less than 20 minutes ago. "Are you fucking crazy?"

"Are you fucking crazy?" He growled out, taking a step closer to you.

You followed his action. "I asked first."

"So what if I'm crazy? I know I'm going mentally insane because of how much I'm in love with you!" He replied, jabbing his finger in your chest as he said 'you'.

You threw your hands in the air. "I don't even fucking know you! You're insane!"

He laughed humorlessly. "You don't know me?"

"That's what I just said schizo!"

"Connor Snyder?" He said suggestively, "I sat right beside you in calculus."

"Snyder?" You said, eyes wide, "As in Snitching Snyder?"

His right eye twitched. "Don't call me that."

Snitching Snyder was the name this guy received in high school. Apparently in first year, the police arrested him for egging some governors on Halloween with a couple friends. They told him that if he gave up the names off the people that he did it with, they'd make sure he didn't get fined or some bullshit. So he took their offer and BOOM, the nickname was born.

"Holy shit, it is you! Damn, I ain't even recognize you! You surely glo'd up since high school Snitch!"

His eye twitched again. "I said don't call me that."

You crossed your arms over your chest and smirked. "Don't call you what? Snitching Sny-"

SMACK!

Your head flew to the side with force as the back of Connor's hand connected with your cheek.

"I said don't call me that!" He barked, clenched fists by his side and chest rising up and down in anger.

"Don't touch her!" Justin yelled from behind you.

Not even a second later, Justin was on top of Conner, fist flying back before meeting his face.

"Stop it!" You yelled, grabbing his fist. You pulled him off of the floor and pushed him away. You turned back around and saw Connor spit blood and what looked like a tooth out his mouth.

Suddenly, he laughed. "All of high school, I could never come up with the courage to talk to you. Then when I finally gather it, you blow me off for some stupid song. Then you promise to come back but instead I see you out here with your arms wrapped around another man."

"Who I want to hug is none of your goddamn business. You don't own me and I barely knew you existed before tonight." You walked closer to him and stood over him.

He looked up at you. "All of high school, you dated that piece of shit Jason. You never got treated right by a real man."

You threw your head back in laughter. "A real man? A real man slaps a girl across the face? You're no better than Jason. If anything, you're twenty times worse."

"How dare you say that!" He growled out through clenched teeth and began to get up.

You pressed the heel of your shoe onto his chest roughly, pushing him back down. "Listen to me and listen to me good. You are out of your fucking mind. You need some fucking help. Don't ever come near me again or I promise you'll regret it. Got it?"

He nodded slowly and winced when you pushed your heel into his chest again before placing your foot back by your side. "Got it."

You turned to walk away before you stopped and turned back. You reached your leg back and swung your foot forward into his side before bending down into his face. "Never, and I repeat never, hit me or any girl again."

He howled in pain and reached his hands to his new injury.

You stepped away from him and pushed through the crowd, your head held high with no shame.

Time for a drink...

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holy shit i haven't updated in a hot minute. i was super busy and i was trying to finish my other book, but i'm back now!

& sorry this sucked :(