guilty pleasure [bieber]

chapter 23

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I suck in the air my lungs desperately needed right now. Why was he here? And why did he look pissed? Surely not because of Liam?

"Justin." My voice barely audible. I hated when he caught me off guard. I always lost my train of thought and ended up looking like a complete dumbass.

"Naomi are you alright?" I hear Liam say. Was I alright? I don't know I just didn't want Justin to get the wrong idea, I couldn't help but think of his feelings and maybe that was the reason we were in this fucked up situation.

"I'm fine. Justin—Liam. Liam–"

"Justin Bieber. I'm a big fan." Of course. I sigh.

He rises from his seat and extends his hand. At first Justin is hesitant I can tell by the way he looks at me, but in the end he extends his own arm and they shake hands. Liam sits back down and we all awkwardly exchange glances.

"So a girl Naomi." Justin continues. I gulp almost loud enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear.

"A girl that's great Naomi. She'll be a little you," Liam adds with a wide grin. "So how do you and Mr. Bieber know each other if you don't mind me asking?" He peers up at Justin then looks over at me. I really didn't want to be here.

"Old friends. We go way back." Justin says before looking down at me. I don't have to look up to know this. It's like I can feel his intense gaze on me piercing through my skull.

"What about you two?"

"Uh same. Naomi and I go way back. You know what how rude of me would you like to join us?" This isn't happening

"Actually I have some things to do. I should probably get going." I cut in. I couldn't sit through this—no, not anymore. I refused to sit through Justin being a passive aggressive ass. I rise from my seat and grab my bag.

"Well can I walk you home?" Liam suggests.

"No it's fine I've got it. I'll see you another time Liam, it was good seeing you." And before he or Justin can say anything else I'm scurrying through the restaurant trying to get out the door as fast as my legs let me. Justin was overwhelming and he had a way of making me feel like everything was my fault and I didn't know whether it was intentional or not.

As soon as I've hit the pavement I feel a hand wrap around my arm. "Not so fast." Justin says swiveling my body to turn and face him. I let out an aggravated sigh.

"You and I need to talk."
"About what?"

"Not here. Get in the car I'll be taking you home." Surely enough when I look behind me Vladd is waiting outside the car with the door to the backseat wide open waiting for us. His expression impassive as always.

I hated he knew I'd just up and go with whatever he said or wanted. I hated whatever hold he had on me.

If this was love I didn't like it.

I slide into the car and he slides in after me. At first I think he's going to say something but he simply continues to stare out the window in front of him. The car ride is silent and I can't help, but overthink things on the ride.