Justin's POV: I was on my way to my jet with Hailey.
"I'm not coming to be apart of your little plan. I'm just going cause it's Brazil." She rolled her eyes.
"You're coming cause you secretly like me and want me." I smirked.
"Stupid hoe, you know that's a lie. My heart belongs to someone." She smiled while covering her heart.
"Oh that fuck boy?"
"Shut up!" She punched my chest.
We sat in the all gold jet.
"You know, this was my first gold jet I got when I was 17." I smiled while admiring the gold seats and furniture.
"Yeah cause you're rich as fuck. You will die rich. Luck ass."
"You have such a potty mouth." I laughed.
"Your friends made me this way." She laughed.
"No they didn't. They cursed and you just wanted to be like them. Za and khalil have no right to be blamed." I argued.
"Whatever suck my ass." She huffed.
"Time and place." I winked.
"So nasty." She rolled her eyes.
I smirked at my action and took out my phone.
Ariana tagged me in something on Twitter.
Shit.
Reading her status I was angry.
The bitch actually spoke. When I told her not to.
"Fuck!" I yelled throwing my phone.
"What the fuck Justin?!" Hailey jumped.
"She fucking said I was lying on Twitter." My breathing became heavy.
"Well I mean. You did stupid." She laughed.
"It's not fucking funny! She's suppose to listen to me. But it's alright, I got something in store for her. She'll see what's up." I smirked.
It's only a matter of time till she's mine.
