FIXING YOU

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• Justin's POV •

*20 minutes later..*

"Tell me how you didn't remember this was Rebecca Louis's party?" I whispered to Stella as her and I followed Rebecca down a long hallway in her house.

"I've had a lot on my mind lately." She hissed quietly. I shook my head, chuckling. Rebecca is the daughter of a playboy bunny and a movie producer. She's been rich since her first breath. She's hot as fuck with blonde hair that goes down to her waist in waves and her white jeans compliment her ass perfectly. She's taller than me though 'cause the knee high boots on her feet.

"And she's not a fucking pornstar," I scoffed. I had forgotten she said that till now as I'm seeing many covers of magazines framed and hung on the wall, although some of the photos could fool you.

We stopped in front of two tall black doors at the end of the hallway, Rebecca pushed open one door and we followed behind her. The room was pitch dark then I heard clapping and the room lit up.

"So, you two selling drugs at my party?" Rebecca leant against a vanity desk, crossing one leg over the other. The room a black and white theme, white walls and black furniture. Above the California king bed hung a framed picture of Rebecca.

"Well, we're trying too.." Stella said.

"And what do I get out of this?" Rebecca glanced between Stella and I. I looked at Stella, she can do all the talking. I'm just here to help her sell.

"Good karma." Stella smiled, nodding her head. I huffed out a breath, literally mind blown. People don't do things for free or "good karma." What kind of drug dealer is she?

"Or," I cleared my throat, "is there something you had in mind besides money?" I had to speak up, if Stella does the talking, we'll be getting nowhere.

"It depends.. What do you have?" She flirted, twisting a lock of her hair around her finger and flashing a pearly white red lipsticked smile.

"Coke." I shrugged. That is all we have.

Rebecca cocked her head to the side, still twisting her hair around her acrylic nail. "I guess, that's alright." She hoped off the vanity, holding her hand out. "You don't talk about this," she paused as Stella placed one of the small baggies in her palm. "To anyone." She closed her hand, instantly switching from serious to bubbly again.

"Nice doing business with you." Stella smiled then turned on her heel, leaving the room.

"Good karma?" I flicked Stella in the back of the head once we'd left the room. "Deals man, we make deals." I stated, glancing at her. She held the back of her neck, giving me the coldest glare. "Just sayin'," I shrugged. I held on to the waist of my jeans, stepping down the stairs.

"Don't forget why we're here." Stella had the audacity to say and hold her hand up, stopping me from going into the party. I pulled the glasses off my face, sliding 'em in my pocket. We exchanged looks, "Just sayin'," Stella mocked my previous words, and I'm sure she rolled her eyes behind her ray bans.

I walked in before Stella, running my tongue across my lips and smoothening out my hair. Everyone moved their bodies to the sound of future rapping along to a catchy beat. That's all it takes these days, a catchy beat. People don't even care what you're saying, they just wanna turn up. I'm not trying to dance with the touchy girls I squeeze past. There's only one girl here tonight I wanna get close too. She could even spill her drink on my white vans, I wouldn't mind. Where she at though? I stood on the outs of the room, searching for her breath taking smile.