Stay With Me § BWWM JB

44 • She Needs to Go

"Why are you acting
so shitty?"

Sam's POV

So while leaving Justin's room, I left a little gift for Aaliyah in her purse. She thinks that I'm the one who's gonna have to leave? Oh no, honey. She doesn't know who she's messing with. I will end her and if I have to, I will end Justin too. He's supposed to come back to me, not stay with her. Seriously, what does he even see in her?

I'm heading back to my room when my phone starts ringing. I pull it out of the pocket of my romper and see that it's Jared calling me. I kinda miss him. "Hey babe, what's up?"

"Did you enjoy my other present? I'm sure you found it by now," he chuckles lightly.

"Yes," I cheer as I press the down arrow for the elevator. "I need more of that. I can't believe you were holding out on me."

"My bad," he laughs and I hear voices in the background, making me question where exactly he is.

"Who's there?"

"Just some friends. What are you doing?" he breathes out like he just got done running a marathon.

"Friends?" I feel a little jealous because I know that I hear feminine voices. I probably sound shitty since I'm trying to get Justin back while I'm with him, but two is better than one. Or maybe i'm just greedy...either way, I want them both on my side.

"Yes, baby. Just friends from work," he clarifies and it makes me feel a little better. "What are you doing?" he repeats himself.

"Getting in the elevator," I step in and press the floor to my room, the doors slowly coming to a close. "I wish you were here." It's the truth. I have a lot of fun with him and he makes me feel good, sexually and emotionally. Plus he's my plug and I only have so much to hold me over until I get back to Cali.

"Me too, but Bieber probably wouldn't like that too much. Shit, I'm probably not allowed to be anywhere near him."

"Oh, yeah," I nod as if he can see. "But maybe you can just come see me on the low. I know you're good at being in the shadows," I joke.

"Sneaky," he chuckles. "Maybe."

"Maybe," I say back and the elevator dings. The doors open and there stands my manager. "I gotta go. I'll call you later." After Jared says a quick 'bye', I slip my phone back into my pocket. "Scooter."

"Uh looks like you're room is all clear. Sorry for the inconvenience," he sends me a small smile while tucking his hands into his pockets.

"No problem, but you should really check Aaliyah," I walk past him with a grin. I'm gonna get that bitch.

"What about her?" Scooter calls.

"I don't know, I feel like she's hiding something. You should check her out just like you did me," I shrug, not bothering to turn around to see his expression.

"I swear I'm gonna get grey hair," I hear him mutter and it makes me laugh. He really has a lot on his plate and I know I'm just adding to it, but I'm sure that he can handle it.

When I get to my room, I retrieve my laptop from my backpack sitting on the chair in the corner of the room and bring it to my bed. Jumping up and getting comfortable by the pillows I think of what to do for the rest of the day. "Hmm," I hum as I open my laptop and press the power button. "Should I watch Netflix or," I mumble as I watch the screen light up and display my login picture. I type in my password and as I wait for the desktop to load, I scroll through Instagram. "Justin and Aaliyah," I say in a mocking kid voice, scrolling past the picture he posted a few hours ago. Looking up at my laptop a minute or two later, I decide to go on Twitter and read a few tweets on my timeline until I get an idea... "I wonder what kind of rumor I can stir up..."