I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Fourteen

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"Jenna," Justin began, setting her down on the bed; his eyes looking into hers. "Stay here, okay?" He smiled, chuckling when he received a soft giggle and a nod, watching as she climbed over to my bed, getting under my covers to lay down properly.

Meanwhile, I was playing with Jonah's hair since he was still on my lap. I looked at the way his blue eys sparkled at me before hiding his face in my chest yet again―making me wish I was still a little girl and not damn fourteen years old now.

I can dream on though.

But back to topic, Jonah was so cute, but I know he would be even more when he's in high school, as a junior or even, senior. I just know it. Never question a girl's vision because more than half the time, they're usually right.

I'm serious.

"Jonah," Justin softly stretched his fingers out to tickle the kid on my lap, causing him to burst out shrieking cutely. Jonah looked up at Justin with a huge grin before being lifted up from my lap, and onto the bed. "Will you please take care of Jenna for me?"

"Okay!" Jonah enthusiastically answered, immediately getting down to whatever Jenna was doing, which was simply reading her little book that I always kept in my room unless she decides to sleep with me for the night.

But that doesn't usually happen anymore since she has Jonah as accompany.

Getting up from the bed, I made sure Justin caught the confusion written on my face before walking over to my dressing table, which was a couple steps away from the bathroom. I was going to pull my hair up into a bun, but somebody decided to distract me by stalking me from behind, resting his hands on my hips.

"Remember what the twins did down there?" Justin asked, settling his chin on my shoulder, making me freeze. What did the twins do? I wrecked my brain trying to find an answer, but instead. . .

". . . I think they want us to make out. . ."

"B-But," I mentally slapped myself for stammering, "they're little kids, they don't know what they're talking about. And yet you're taking their words to heart?" I let out an airy breath, trying to hide my nervousness. "You can't be for real."

He pulled me back, closing the gap between our bodies―needless to say, making me struggle to hide a gasp. I don't know what the hell he was doing to me but I really, this time, am not able to fight it any longer.

I stared at him at the mirror, trying to maintain my breathing. But it began growing challenging when he returned my stare at the mirror; a smirk evidently playing on his face. He slowly lowered his lips, still with his eyes on mine before allowing his eyelid to hover over his eyes as his lips touched the crook of my neck.

I was freaking out. Clearly I was freaking the fuck out!

Lifting his head, he positioned his lips right next to my ear as his hands crawled their way around my waist. "What if I'm for real?" He whispered, making me grit my teeth in frustration. "Are you going to reject me?"

"Don't," I drew in a deep breath to calm my nerves, "don't seduce me, Justin Bieber," I said lowly, trying my hardest not to give in to my brain and my heart that were desperate to just, oh, God, do something bad to him.

"Well, you're sexy when you're hot," he seduced further, sliding his hands down my thighs, making me purse my lips into a straight line―sending a shoot of tingles exploding inside of me. "Look, this is―"