Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

Rumors

I opened the magazine and stared at the bold words written across the page.

Another story.

As if our relationship wasn't already difficult enough, we were constantly dealing with these ridiculous articles written every week. Some accusing me of cheating, others accusing Justin of cheating. It was just a never ending cycle.

I scanned the article and rolled my eyes. I knew exactly what Justin was going to think when he saw this. I bit my lips as I stared at the photo that was placed next to the article. It was Chris and I leaving a coffee shop on Wednesday and we were laughing. We hadn't seen each other in over three years and decided to meet up and catch up on what we missed. He offered me a ride home and I guess the paparazzi caught a few pictures.

I knew how Justin was and I knew he would only believe the false information written on a few pages but a part of me hoped that maybe this time would be different.

I threw the magazine and looked over at the television. I hated how we had no trust in our relationship because of things like these. We were constantly getting accused of cheating when we both were faithful to each other.

I heard a car door slam, interrupting me from my thoughts. The door nob began to twist and the door suddenly opened. Justin immediately looked over at me before slamming the front door.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?!?" He yelled while throwing the magazine on the coffee table.

"Justin calm down. Just let me explain." I replied calmly

"YOU DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN ANYTHING. THAT MAGAZINE EXPLAINS EVERYTHING!"

"Jay, no it doesn't! Do you really believe I would cheat on you? After everything Justin? " I stared at him almost choking on my words. He knew how sensitive I was when it came to all of this.

"Y/N, don't lie to me. " He said suddenly lowering his tone with me.

"Are you serious? Why would I cheat on you? I tell you everyday how much I love you, how much I care about you! I make sure I show you too Justin! Why would I ever cheat on someone I care about? Explain that to me! Please." I said raising my voice.

He ran his hands through his hair while bitting his lips. He wanted to say something but something was holding him back.

"Listen to me carefully, Y/N. I need you to pack up your things and go. I can't do this anymore." He said before walking up stairs.

I stared at him shocked by his words. Not only was I angry but I was hurt. He kicked me out as if I wasn't the girl who's been with him for two years.

The anger was building inside of me as I replayed the whole scene. I quickly grabbed my car keys and walked to the door not wanting anything to do with him anymore. I quickly dailed his number and waited for him to answer.

"I'm coming over." I said before hanging up and leaving.

A/N: excuse any grammar mistakes

-Sophie