I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Thirty Three

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"Selena," Justin grumbled. "Selena, Marie, Gomez. Shut. The. Fuck. Up. She, an ugly fuck? Then what about you? Huh? Oh! I know! A self-conceited, bloody ass, mother-fucking, bitch. Kay, first of all, I have my limits. I do not have the right to say that about you. Second, neither do you, have the right, to say my girlfriend in a rude way. I'm being polite enough to you. I swear to God, you push it, you're dead. And I, not in my life, ever, threaten people. Note that down. Third of all................. Goodbye!" He cheerfully answered, before roughly slamming his phone down on the table.

Self-conceited? Mother-fucking bitch? Wow.

"You..." I blinked a few times. "I think you just hurt her," I cleared my throat.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his face flushing a little. "You heard that..." clears throat. "He- I mean she- " flush. "She's... She wasn't crying, and she wasn't sad... She was delighted that I was mad at her..."

I gaped at her. "Do I have your permission to slap her damn face when I see her someday?"

"Heck yeah you do," Justin chuckled. "So..." he trailed off.

I raised an eyebrow.

"We cool?"

A grin crept against my lips, then I frowned. "Nope. We're not and well never be."

He snaked his arms my waist from the side and rested his chin on my shoulder, mirroring my expression. "Never say never, baby," he whispered.

I cracked up. "You just did."

He laughed. "What's up with people saying that?"

"That's the trend... But don't worry, I ain't going with the flow," I shrugged a little.

"That's my girl," he smiled.

"Justine! Don't kill him!" Mom yelled from the dining area, out of the blue.

I smirked.

"Shit, you're gonna kill me," Justin backed away slowly...

I raised my hand, and my palm soon met Justin's cheek, then he fell to the ground, with a loud thud.

"Holy heavens!" Pattie gasped, when she ran up the stairs. "Justin!" She knelt down on the ground.

I fought the urge to laugh.

"Ow, Mom," Justin winced, as he rubbed his cheek lightly.

"Aww," Pattie frowned. "But if it's pain, why isn't it red?"

I couldn't control myself any longer. I cracked up, super loudly. "Did I mention this was an act?"

Mom appeared behind me. "JUSTINE DIANA KAYE, YOU ARE GROUNDED!"

Oh, Mother.