My Bad Boy | ✔️

Chapter 39

Selena:

He reeked awfully. I had just woken up from my sleep, to a horrible stench.

Justin was laying on my bed, his body covering the entire bed, smelling like if he just swam in a garbage truck. I checked the time and realized it was 9:12am.

After I brushed my teeth, I decided to wake him up. I was already gagging from the smell, and I didn't want my room smelling like this, "Wake up!" I yelled and shoved his shoulder.

He groaned and snapped his eyes open, staring at me, "What am I doing here?"

"You got drunk, Stephen brought you here because you got in a fight" I said, wondering if he remembered anything.

He narrowed his eyes and pretended to be frightened, "You didn't take advantage of me, right?" He said, putting his hand on his chest dramatically.

I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh at his stupidity, "Stop being weird and go shower, you stink" I said, proud of myself when he sniffed his underarm.

"Fine I'll shower" He shrugged and stood up, heading towards the shower.

I wanted to go downstairs and make something to eat, but at the same time I wanted to go out and eat somewhere.

I looked through my closet and searched for something decent to wear. I ended up wearing simple black jeans, with a light pink loose crop top. I slipped on my converse and heard the door open. I looked over and saw Justin's head peeking out the door, water dripping down his hair.

"Can you let me borrow clothes?" He asked, smiling sheepishly.

I nodded, "I'll be right back" I said and headed towards my moms room. I think she still had some of dads clothes. I looked in her closet and found her clothes neatly hung and some of my dads clothes next to hers. I don't know why she would still have clothes of his, but I was glad.

I took out a black shirt and some random sweats I found. After I walked back, I was about to knock when I heard a soft voice from inside the bathroom.

Was he singing? I pressed my ear against the door and heard him singing a song I knew. With you by Chris Brown. I smiled and stayed quiet to listen to more.

It was silent for a bit, then I heard the knob twist. It was to late to pull away so when he opened the door, I almost fell.

He peeked his head and narrowed his eyes, "What were you trying to do?" He smirked.

I stood still and threw the clothes at him, "Nothing. Just go change, I want to eat Denny's" I muttered and sat on my bed, ignoring what he just said.

He was a good singer, I have no idea why he doesn't audition for X Factor or some random thing. He could become famous for all he knows.

After a while, he finally came out, his hair messy, the sweats a little to big on him, and smelt like strawberries. I grinned and he raised an eyebrow, "I would ask why you're smiling, but I'm starving so let's go"

I noticed his lip was still red and a bit swollen, but I didn't say anything. I walked behind him and just left my phone on my bed. Not like I used it anyway.

Once we were in the car, I turned on the radio, but he turned it down, "I don't want to listen to music, I want to talk" He said, and turned off the music.

"About what?" I scrunched my face lightly and tried not to turn the music back on.

He lifted up one shoulder "You, us, I don't know" He said quietly, a small smile forming on his lips.