No Pressure [HIATUS]

Chapter 4

[a/n: this is what i imagine beverly to look like. a beautiful melanin princess. ofc, the girl in my cover is only for cover purposes!]

JUSTIN'S POV

I cursed to myself as I jogged after her, trying to stop her before she made it outside. "Don't touch me." She snaps, turning around, shaking me off her arm.

"Get off me, seriously. I'm going home." A small crowd have stopped to gather and watch our small quarrel, but I carefully pull her aside. "Beverly, we're creating a crowd.." I swallow and whisper. "I'll drive you home. But for my sake, please just don't make this a big deal in front of everyone." 

I watch as she rolls her eyes and pulls her bag slightly more upwards towards her shoulder and nods. "Fine, Justin. Let's just go."

I sigh and nod too, following her outside through the back. We manage to get into the car without the paps spotting us, and I mentally thank God. I didn't need another hissy fit from Beverly because the paps were outside.

"Excuse me?" Beverly looks at me, glaring. My eyes widen and my mouth is agape. Did I really say that out loud?

"God, you're such an asshole. I knew this was too good to be fucking true. Remind me why I agreed to this?" She growls, shaking her head in anger. "I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"Mean it, right? Of course, I mean this is all for your sake, right? I mean, I'm faking dating you for your image, I ceased arguing with you in there for your sake, and I have to try and control my anxiety and claustrophobia for your-fucking-sake?" 

My mouth is dry as I try and utter out something. "I-I, I am sorry, fuck.. Why were you so mad at me back there anyways?" I indicate for her to put her seatbelt on quietly as I turn on the car, reversing out of the parking space we were currently in.

"Because, I'm not like that. I have some respect for myself. I'm not going to kiss you because I'm here for a contract, right? Isn't that's how it's supposed to be? I'm just another girl that you can brush off later. Whatever. It's whatever. Forget what I was mad about before, I'm not even mad about that anymore... I'm mad at how much of an egotistic dick you are." Her small rant has her catching her breath and I lick my lips nervously as I shift my view from her back to the road.

I catch myself frowning, but I clear my throat. "We're gonna get a lot of shit for this." 

BEVERLY'S POV

"Can you not think about that for a fucking second?!" I shout, annoyed now. He's fucking testing me, I swear. I could feel my anger bubble up, and it was about to bubble over.

"Jesus Christ, Beverly, what do you want from me?" He grips the steering wheel with force, his knuckles turning whiter, even though the boy was about as white as could get. "I want you to respect that this is a contract. Or is supposed to be, anyway, right? I don't even know Justin, I'm just in need of a break from life."

We pull up to my house, and he parks, almost teasingly slowly.

I hop out of the car quickly, closing the car door with force. The guy's rich. He can buy another one if it breaks.

Although, I doubt it. I'm not all that strong.

My heels click against the pavement as I walk down the path that leads up to my front door. I hear him as he calls behind me. "Beverly, for fuck's sake!" He huffs, and I roll my eyes.

"Justin, I believe our date is over. There are no paps around, so you can quit acting like you care and leave." I emphasise the word, angrily. 

God, how could a man be so attractive?

Stop it Beverly. 

Contract. 

Angry. 

Be angry at him. 

But you're not? 

He doesn't know that!

He looks at me, as I was lost in my train of thought. "I do care, Beverly, don't you understand? You're being difficult." "Then learn how to handle me, if we're going to be 'together' for the next six months. Because I'm not being difficult. I am difficult." I place air quotes around 'together' and he holds back the urge to rolls his eyes. I turn away from him as we reach my door, and I scramble in my bag to find my keys.

"Fine, Beverly, now can you please calm down and talk to me?" 

"I just need a break, okay? A lot has been going on in the past 48 hours, a-and, that's just it. I need just a tiny break." "You and me both." He grumbles, and I sigh.

"Yeah, okay." I finally find my keys and I look up at him. "I'll see you whenever our next date is, I guess." Justin nods slowly, looking me in the eyes, his hazel ones filled with care and almost worry. It was sweet to see him show some emotion. "I guess. You have my number. Text me if you need to.." I trail off, and he nods, placing a sweet lingering kiss on my temple.

Something that wasn't necessary, but I smiled at the thoughtful action. "Bye babe."

And before I could say anything, he's jogged off to his car.

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NORMAL POV

Beverly might have as well sang 'What Do You Mean?' to Bieber himself, because she could never be so annoyed and confused at the same time.

After the delicate kiss on her temple, they had continued to text. Beverly's anger had faded away and it had been replaced by bliss, all due to Justin's kindness and delightful actions towards her-- not mattering wether they had been via text.

Although, exactly  36 hours later, Justin was seen with another girl.

Nightclub, gone back to the hotel, did the nasty-- the 'usual', one would say. Especially Beverly. She had just started to see through the labels of this guy, and now? 

Nope.

The label had been slapped back on. An asshole who doesn't seem to think of others, or in this case, her.

"Every time, Bev. Every time you start to like a guy." She snaps at herself in the mirror, slamming the make-up brush she had in her hand down. Here she was, having to patch up the mess he had created.

Justin regretted his choice the next morning, when he woke up next to the girl he had been plastered with, shaking his head as he pulled on his underwear to go out on the veranda and smoke. "Keep it together, Bieber. You wanna get Beverly, she's not gonna want you if you're with other girls."

Of course, there was a definite negative reaction from the fans and the media to Justin 'cheating'. He knew he screwed up, and he probably knew that Beverly wasn't going to take this easily.

To: B(ae)everly

hey. date's at 4. see u then?

To: Jus10

don't text me, don't talk to me unless we are in the public. i can't with you. see u at 4.

Well, there it was. She didn't take it well at all.