CHAPTER 6

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PAIGE'S POV

        Later that night, i couldn't stop thinking about Justin. He was the only thing on my mind. I was in deep thought, when my cell started to buzz in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and ofcourse, it was the one boy i wanted to talk to. Justin Drew Bieber. Control yourself Paige, it's just Justin. I took a deep breath and answered. 

"Hey baby." he said in a husky voice, making chills run up my spine. "Hi Justin." I looked down at my feet. "Thats it? no hi babe or hi baby boy?"  i giggled to my self. "um, Justin we need to talk." I said as i walked to my desk in the corner of my room. He didn't answer right away, i heard shuffling in the background, " ok. about what?" I could tell he was tensed up. I cleared my throat. "We can't be doing what we're doing. it's  killing me. You have a girlfriend and she already hates me. so why make her hate me any more? right?" a silent pause. "Justin?" i said confused. 

I looked at the screen of my phone, he hung up. I felt the nerves in my body twitch. 

Later that night, my parents and my brother went out to eat. I didn't really want to go. I felt like i was going to puke and i was also worried about Justin. Maybe he'd call back? After my family left, i jumped on the couch in the living room, turning on the TV. Seriously? nothing on tv.. great. what a joy. I let out a sigh and decided to take a little nap on the couch.

JUSTINS POV

"We can't be doing what we're doing. it's  killing me. You have a girlfriend and she already hates me. so why make her hate me any more? right?" I paused, taking in a deep breath. I clenched my fists almost breaking by iphone to pieces. Without even answering, i hung up. Pacing sround my room, in complete disgust. The fuck did she mean when she said," we can't do this anymore?" i laughed, she's not going to leave me. even if i do have another girlfriend. She was just a good fuck, thats all. Paige has a great fucking body, and im going to have it. 

I ran down the stairs, my friend Marco who i lived with, staring at me. I live with other good friends of mine, but Marco just happened to be in the room eating. that fat ass. "Sup man? you ok?" he said standing up looking at me pacing like a maniac. "ya ya ya." i said as i took a Monster Energy drink out of the fridge. "You don't seem ok." he laughed a little, causing me to tense up. "you want to know whats wrong" i shouted, picking up my car keys. "I got rejected." his eyes widened. "uh.. wh..who would do that? doesnt everyone at our school know not to fuck on of us over?" he looked at me with complete focus. "exactly. i guess the new bitch doesnt know shit." he just stared, and nodded his head. "you going to take care of it?" he asked as he sat on the couch again. "yup." i said, popping the P. 

The drive to Paige's was frustrating. i was just so pissed, i couldnt drive. Then that's when it hit me. I have cigarettes in the glove compartment. I took one out of the box, lit it up, and puffed the smoke of complete bliss. "It's show time." i said, smirking.

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