I Got Her Pregnant (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Ch. 93 - Falling Into A Deeper Mess

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♥ Justin’s POV: ♥

I sat nervously, my head down as I watched my fingers play with themselves mindlessly. I was biting my lip, each second that passed by motivated me to bite harder and I was pretty sure my lip would be bleeding by the time I’m done here.

I could feel Scooter’s presence in front of me, eyes probably still locked on me and watching my every move. We were both currently in the hotel room he was staying in for a while. He called me this morning, saying he had to talk to me—which everyone knew wasn’t a good thing.

It was dead silent between us. The air was beginning to suffocate me and I wanted nothing more than to get this over with so I can get out of here. The minute Scooter cleared his throat, I looked up, meeting his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.

“I honestly don’t even know how to begin,” he spoke softly, his tone making my heart drop. It was obvious he was trying to keep himself calm here.

“Scooter,” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “Yell at me, okay?” I looked him dead in the eyes. “Just yell at me. Please. Get it over with. It’s so much more easier than having to sit here and listen to you talk to me like I’m some huge disappointment.”

“Disappointment?” he cut in. “Funny you mention that word because that’s exactly what I’m feeling. I’m disappointed in you, Justin. There were a billion other ways you could’ve handled the situation other than to send the guy to the hospital, y-”

“-Nathan is a dick, and karma’s a bitch,” I interrupted, anger radiating off my body at the mere thought of him.

“Watch your language boy, or I swear this ain’t gonna end pretty,” he hissed strictly, shutting me up instantly.

I leaned back on the chair, finding sudden interest in the color of the walls.

“Out of everything you’ve done the past few months ever since Jamie got pregnant, this is the thing I’m the most disappointed about,” he muttered. “What the hell was going through your mind?”

“Scooter, he hurt Jamie. He’s nothing but trash and someone had to teach him a lesson!”

“What are you, five?” Scooter spat. “I need you to hear me out here, alright? Can you do that for me?” I swallowed hard, nodding slowly as I waited for him to continue. “You messed up. Big time. And you’re not going to like it but you sure as hell going to fix this.”

“What are you talking about?” I whispered.

“You heard me,” he glared strictly at me. Taking in a deep breath, he began talking slower as if to make sure I understood every detail of his sentence, “You are going to fix this.”

“How?” I asked.

“Find the kid. Find Nathan, and then apologize for what you did,” he said, as if it was the most obvious, smart solution in the universe.