First and Last 『Justin Bieber』

Chapter Twelve

      I groaned and shut my eyes tight while holding my head. I can't concentrate on my work with this fucking migraine. After they left, I went straight to the shower and spent about the whole hour there just thinking about life and blasting music at 4 o'clock in the morning. 

      I have experienced not sleeping for almost 30 hours...believe me, but fuck this shit migraine. Oh my fucking God. My head is fucking killing me. Father, please help me and..uhm...I'm sorry for cursing so much.

      "Are you okay?" The voice belonged to Bretman. One of my partners in this work. "Of course you're not okay. You look like in pain. Girl, you look like the definition of shit."

      "Yes, I am." I mumbled not bothering to look at her well...him. I can feel his worried glare at me and felt him shift closer to me and put the back of his hands on my neck. 

      "And thank you for the compliment you dip shit." He snickered at me and said "You're welcome."

      He let the back of his hands linger on my neck and then moved to my forehead. Shit, I think I have a fever. I can feel heat radiating off my body, my breath is hot and not the good kind of hot, my eyes felt droopy, and I feel cold. 

      "You have a fever, Si. Why don't you go home? I'm sure the boss would be totally okay with that." I looked at him "You've finished your work for today." He said glancing at my computer screen filled with codes. "Damn girl, you sure are better than me." He muttered and I snickered then coughed. 

      "Alright that's it. Go home, you need to rest. You look like shit." I laughed then continued to cough.

      "Girl, I just heard your bile. Ew, go home you little slut." I fake gasped and then laughed.

       "Look at you, you look like you gonna faint in the next couple of minutes and you're still laughing. No wonder Jesse the love of my life has a slight crush on you." He muttered the last part. I rolled my eyes and let me tell you...big mistake. It only made my head hurt a lot more. He chuckled at me. 

      "Do you want me to drive you to your home, Si?" I shook my head.

      "Nah, don't worry about me. Nick is gonna come and pick me up an-" Bretman cut me off.

      "You're gonna go teach again? Siane, you have a fucking fever! Don't exhaust yourself. I am g-" And I cut him off too. Which he found really annoying, because his worried glare has been mixed with an annoyed and irritated glare. That's that make sense? 

      I didn't even get to finish my sentence let alone started it, when he shook his head and said. "Nah-uh, girl. You ain't gonna go to that damn studio and teach. You need to rest. What's so special about that Nick guy anyway? Do you like him? Because he sounds like a skinny man and I think I've heard of him before." 

      He guessed it.

      I haven't told Bretman that I met the Justin Bieber, because I keep on forgetting it and....yeah I keep on forgetting it.

      "Bitch, chill. Alright, I won't teach but I'm still gonna help Nick. Want to come with me? So, you won't have to worry about me fainting or whatever shenanigans you were thinking." 

      I stood up and grabbed my bag. "And no, I don't like him." The thought gave me shivers. 

     Bretman agreed to come with me, because I know he cares for me. He is the queen of cussing and I might be infected with his cussing disease. Every damn sentence has a cuss or if there's no cuss, there's like sarcasm on his voice or shit like that or whatevah.