Chapter thirteen.

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Justin's POV

"What the hell?!" a person yelled. I felt Ariana's lips part from mine. I opened my eyes and saw Selena grab Ariana by her shirt. "Slut!" Selena yelled and threw Ariana. "Back the fuck up." Alexa yelled at Selena. Maliah was holding onto a drunk Ariana asleep on her shoulder. "It's not my fault your best friend is a no good whore!" Selena said clinging onto me."She's not a whore or a slut." I said moving away from her. "What?! You're defending her? Over ME?!" Selena yelled. I looked down at the floor and I felt dizzy. Why am I defending her? I ran my hand through my hair and gulped. "I need water. Water." I said swallowing my spit. "What the hell is wrong with you!" Selena shouted. "Stop talking to him like that, god damn!" Alexa yelled at Selena. I noticed everyone else from our group left. I don't blame them. "I'm gonna stay" drunk Ariana said waking up. She wiggled herself out of Maliah's grip and danced to the kitchen. "Ariana!" Maliah ran after her. Alexa followed."Do you even love me?!" Selena asked. I looked at her. I couldn't speak. My mind is racing and all this shit is making me go into shock."Well??!" Selena asked crossing her arms. "Yea baby I do." I responded. She smiled and jumped into my arms. I hugged her. It didn't feel right. But I did.

Ariana's POV (next morning)

"Morning baby" said a voice so sweet and angelic. I opened my eyes and seen Justin sitting next to me on Ryan's couch. I stood up and smiled. I fixed my skirt and was walking into the kitchen to find some water. I felt a hand grab me and put me against a wall. It was Justin. "You even look beautiful when you wake up." he said putting his hand up my shirt. I bit my lip and pulled his shirt in return. He started to kiss my neck and pull down my skirt. I let out a moan.. . .

My eyes shot open. I was laying on my stomach on the floor. I groaned and looked around with my eyes. There was food, bottles, cups, and people everywhere. I'm still at Ryan's house? Shit. I used my hands to push me up off the floor. I almost fell over. What the hell happened? All I remember is playing never have I ever.




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