I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Ten

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I scoffed at his remark.

I believe when one says blindness can take place anytime, anywhere, anyhow and on anywho, but I never once believed when they said it could take place when you least expect it. 

So obviously I needn't say I was fuming at his gullibility; at the same time, sympathizing his pathetic ass for he has been blinded so severely. . . God, I can't even begin to elaborate on it. And yes, I may love overexaggerating but right now it's as serious as can be.

Faking a smile, with all half of all my might, I drew my leg inwards before lashing it out beneath the table, kicking Justin's shin at once. Stupid. Idiot! Jumping and wincing in pain, Justin yelped out a quick 'ow' before turning to glare at me.

"Hey, mothers," I glared at Justin at the corners of my eyes before rolling them up to look into mom's and Pattie's. "Will you excuse Justin and me for, um. . . well, a while?" I pulled the emergency face before rising from the chair, mentally motioning for Justin to do the same which he did.

Standing up, I walked around the table before allowing one of my hands to fly up to the sleeve of his shirt, clutching a handful of it like the other time. Pulling him towards the backyard, I overheard our moms speaking.

"What's going on with them?"

"Justine Diana Kaye is the answer," mom answered certainly, carrying on. "I don't know what she's up to, but I know she's onto something."

Shutting the door behind us, Justin swatted my hand away from his sleeve and patted it down, trying to straighten the now crumpled cloth on his body. "What, Justine? I was having a pretty good time eating your mom's salad."

"Repeat your words on Paige Conway." The limit to my patience was running thin.

"She's a nice girl," he said simply, making me squeeze my eyes shut at once. Truth be told, I'm utterly disgusted by the fact that he had been blinded by her pretence.

"Do you know how Paige Conway is like?" I questioned him slowly; my eyes boring right through his very own, searching for the answer I've been begging God to let me find. Nope, nothing. Nothing for him to beg to differ.

"Look, I don't know where the hell you got this whole paranoia shit, but I'm starving so can we just―"

"You do know that you're not going anywhere until you answer my question, right? I thought you knew me well enough to know I don't glaze over stuff as easily as you do."

"Why the fuck do you always over analyze, over think, and over observe stuff? I don't get it, I'm serious. After so long, after four years of schooling together and getting to know you, I thought you've changed but, no. You're still overdoing every single thing and it confuses me."

"Maybe because I think it's better to know certain stuff rather than not knowing it?" I let out a quick breath of incredulity before shaking my head slowly. "I don't know what or how else to tell you and explain."

"Fine," Justin scowled, "I know she's a nice girl, and I think I might have a―"

Instantly pulling my arms behind my back, I fumbled with my fingers before getting them to cross, and tightly. Don't say crush, I mouthed inconspicuously, trying to hide the disappointment rising inside of me.

"―crush on her."

I couldn't help my eyebrows from furrowing themselves tightly together. It was intuitive, almost instinctive, yet not. Trying to stop my heart from racing so quickly and squeezing so hardly because of the disappointment I was feeling, I drew in deep breaths, one after another.