Switch Up - J.B. {BWWM}

Four.

Above is Kalina at Justin's house.

K A L I N A

As I ran up onto my stairs I turned around and waved at Justin as he was backing out of my driveway. I put the key into the deadbolt, turned it, and then entered my house. As soon as I shut the door I scrambled through the contents of my purse trying to find my phone. I snatch the rose gold iPhone 6+ as soon as I spotted the case shimmering and click on my best friend's contact name to call her.

"Hey baby, what's going on?" Kanyla said answering the phone.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but I'm going to spend the night at Justin Bieber's house. Don't scream please." I say, shuddering at the thought of her screeching into my ear.

"KALINA! WHAT? HOW DO YOU? - WHERE DID YOU? - PLEASE EXPLAIN BEFORE I HAVE A HEART ATTACK" she yelled through the phone, causing my ear to ring.

"First of all, stop yelling in my damn ear. So here you go, I guess at my birthday party when I was drunk off my ass, and you had left me for god knows who, Justin was chilling with me, helped me sober up, and let me crash at his place." I explained.

"Okay, but that still doesn't explain you staying the night at his house," she said in a much quieter tone than before.

"Oh yeah, I left my wallet at his house. So he came to the address on my ID, we exchanged numbers and we texted and talked on the phone for a lil minute. And, I was alone in the shop tonight so I invited him to come chill." I rambled on.

"And he sat in the salon for hours watching you do hair?" she questioned.

"Girl yes, asking me questions and everything. Like he was legit interested. It was so cute. Then when we were getting ready to leave asked if I wanted to stay over there and order food and watch movies... And how could i turn that offer down." I said smiling.

"Oh my goodness. It's like it was meant to be. I mean shit; Justin Bieber just basically fell into your lap. You better work that shit baby," she said clapping in the background.

"I mean, I'm not trying to do nothing too extreme. We just met. But I can't lie... When I woke up in his house and thought we had sex, I was mad that I couldn't remember. Girl, he was laying in his all white bed, with those white Calvin Klein underwear on, just looking heavenly. I had to force myself to leave." I said as I was throwing clothes into my Burberry overnight bag.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH JUSTIN BIEBER?!" she screamed at me.

"No, Nyla. I said thought. He said nothing happened. He's such a gentleman; he could have easily taken advantage of me. But, he didn't." I said thinking of his adorable smile in my head.

"Kalina, hop on that. And I mean fast. You know how many girls would kill for this opportunity?" she asked.

"I know, I know. I just don't want to assume anything. Or overstep my boundaries. I'm just gonna chill, and let him make a move. I can't go wrong with that." I said as I grabbed my bags of clothes and my toiletries bag, heading down the stairs as I heard Justin honking outside.

"Good idea, just keep me posted. Let me know what's going on. Okay?" she exclaimed.

"You already know. But, I gotta go, Justin is outside. I'll text you. Love you, byeee," I said, hanging up before she got a chance to answer. I had to hurry, Justin was waiting.

As I opened the front door I was met by him running right into me.

"Oh shit, my bad babe. I was coming to help carry your bags. Are you okay?" he asked, grabbing my face in his big, warm hands.