Torn

Chapter 10: Surprise

*Ariana's POV*

"So what are you gonna do?" Justin asks me, leaving his hands at my hips.

I shrug before I decide on what to say.

"I guess... I'll just have to tell Jai." I say, still biting my lip nervously.

I begin to taste blood, then I realize I had been biting my lip so hard and repeatedly that it took off skin.

I sighed before dabbing it with a tissue and dialed Jai's number, although my hands were shaking violently.

I honestly don't know what to think. I had never seen Jai actually mad, but I should expect the worse.

"Hey babe." He replies in his all-too-familiar (adoring) Australian accent.

Of course all the girls swoon over it, and I'm not gonna lie, I do too.

"H-hey Jai." I stutter before mentally slapping myself, he's obviously going to know something's wrong since I never stutter.

"I'm so happy you've finally called, I was just about to call you. God, I miss you baby." He says and completely ignores my suspicious attitude.

Not that I'm complaining...

"Yeah, um, about that..."

"Guess what?" He interrupts and I sigh. Of course I want to get this over with as fast as possible, but Jai is kinda making that hard for me at the moment.

"What is it?" I say slightly aggravated.

"I got plane tickets to see you! Can you believe it?" He replies and my jaw drops.

"I-I"

"Remember when I asked when I could see you? Then I thought, why should I wait when she's probably wanting me to make the first move? So I'm coming for you baby, I should be there in a day or so. Hey I gotta go get ready for our concert, I love you, bye." He says all too quickly and hangs up, I didn't even have time to reply.

I set my phone down, starring at nothing in particular, just in a daze.

How is this going to work out?

"So, how'd he take it?" Justin asks coming into the room and snaking his arms around my waist, while kissing my neck briefly.

"He didn't." I sigh.

"What do you mean?"

"He just wouldn't let me talk. He said he should be here in a day or something like that." I run a hand through my hair.

I feel Justin's muscular and secure arms leave my waist which makes me feel empty in a way, I guess that's how you would explain it...

"He's coming, as in... here?" Justin asks with a questioning gaze.

"Yeah, I mean, I think. Hopefully he knows I'm staying with you." I say looking at him directly.

"Well, wh- what am I supposed to do? Let your fucking boyfriend or whatever stay with us?" Justin asks, clearly aggravated.

"I-I guess. I don't know." I stutter... again.

"I can't trust him in the same house as you, Ariana."

"Justin, it's not like he's going to rape me!"

"You never know..." Justin murmurs under his breath, but I hear him perfectly.

I chuckle bitterly before I walk off shaking my head at his immature assumptions.

"What the hell Ariana, why are you acting like this?" Justin yells walking after me.