Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 37

Justin's P.O.V. (Yes, again.)

The house phone has been ringing since I arrived from school, which was about over an hour ago. My mom specifically told me not to pick it up. I'm not sure why but I think it has something to do with the sheriffs department. My parents were arguing about the station just before they left. And I know they went to the station, so it's the only obvious answer.

When the door bell rings, I scurry to open the door. But I instantly regret it once I see who is standing outside with a smile upon their face.

"Lucy," I sigh. "What do you want?"

"You invited me over, don't you remember?" she giggles, walking in right past me.

"When did I do that?" I ask, moving away from the door but leaving it wide open.

I'm leaving it open for safety reasons, she might try to attack me. Not an aggressive attack but more of a sexual one. I can't be certain with her. She's been throwing me punches left and right. If she pursues it, I'll have no choice but to throw her out of the door.

"Has your memory gone to mush, love?"

"What's with this 'love' bullshit?"

"Oh, did you want me to define the word for you, hun?"

"I want you to not call me that, blockhead." I scowl.

"Why? Is your cousin, Selena, only allowed to call you?"

"Don't bring that up."

"You do not control my vocabulary," she snickers.

"Clearly."

"Where's my future mother-in-law?"

I laugh harshly, "Your what?"

"I'm referring to Pattie."

"Your future mother-in-law?" I laugh. "That's horrendous "

"Why do you deny me?" she asks with a low and sad voice, her eyes drooping.

That question catches me off guard. "What?"

"At one point I thought I actually thought you liked me. . ."

"Were you on drugs?"

"Ugh," she growls, slapping her hand upon my shoulder. "You're such a jerk!"

"Then why do you still want me?!"

"Because I've already planned everything out! I was told I was going to marry you and that plan needs to go through with!"

I shake my head at how fallible she is. "It won't."

"Says who?"

"Everyone except our parents."

"Well, you're just a guy," she says with a smirk, lingering her hand on my shoulder.

I glance at her hand on my shoulder with confusion. "No."

"Guys don't think with their heads," she whispers, leaning into my face.

Just as I was about to tell her to get out of my house, her hand grasped onto the front of my jeans. Therefore, she now had my dick, with my jeans wrapped around it, in her hand. Instead of gasping, like I thought I normally would, I scream. Out of instinct, I push her away to get her away but it backfires. She bounces back at me and makes me lose my balance. I fall backwards onto the first few stairs and she falls on top of me.

"Oh, no!" she shouts, but her tone is extremely fake.

This may not be anything at all but Selena's still going to kill us.