direct messages.

thirty.

Justin

"Bruh, she's never been so pissed," I shook my head while talking to Maejor. "I fucked up."

"So you did cheat on her?" Maejor questioned. "No, of course not. That's just a friend from Canada and we went to dinner to discuss how things were going and the tour and stuff. You know how paparazzi was. I should've just asked Jada if that was okay or told her in advance," I facepalmed myself for being so dumb.

"Just tell her," Maejor encouraged. "How? She blocked my number and blocked me on Instagram."

"Damn. Well she still has me on Instagram," he said, scrolling on his phone. I quickly snatched his phone and searched up her instagram username as fast as I could. I wasn't going to dm her off of Maejor's page, I knew better than that. She would block his page as soon as possible. I just wanted to see what she's been up. I missed her although she hated me.

Maejor watched over my shoulder. "Damn, why was she so dressed up for?" He clicked a photo. "She looks good as fuck."

jadaa_: "fuck a relationship 😴 club w the girls 😎😈😻"

I punched Maejor in the arm,"Fuck outta here. That's my girl, watch what the fuck you say."

He winced and held onto his arm,"Okay, okay nigga damn. My fault." He walked out, leaving his phone with me. "Fuck this shit man." She went out last night? I hope she had good intentions with that fake ID of hers.

I dialed her number from Maejor's phone. "Hello?" She answered cluelessly.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Justin?"

"Yes. What'd you do at the club last night?" I asked. "Uh," she scoffed,"Are you fucking stalking me now? I knew you were a creep but damn Justin get the fuck off my dick."

"This is not the time," I said through gritted teeth. "Really? Says the guy who has a million pics online with a girl I still don't know the identity of. I can go out if I want."

"Cause you won't let me explain!"

"You had a chance. Why didn't you reply when I asked?"

I remained silent.

"My point exactly. In those fanfics they always made you the fuckboy, but I didn't know it was true. You know those paparazzi are at my window every day? Making me feel like shit."

I wanted to explain to her everything, but the words wouldn't have escape my lips. "They ask me how do I feel about Justin Bieber leaving me for a white woman. You know how bad that hurts?" She said, her voice cracking.

My heart sunk in my chest. I've never heard her cry before. She's never been like this with me. I have only seen the happy corny side of Jada. I didn't like this.

"I-I'm sorry," was all I could say. "People warned me about this, but I thought I would prove them wrong."

You did! You did prove them wrong, I wanted to shout. "Jada, let me explain," I finally said. "Please, you won't regret it."

"I've already regretted a lot of things, J. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Jada, please," I begged. "I love you, alright? I know it's kind of soon and I normally don't do that love at first sight shit but with you it's different. You can't leave me, girl. My feelings for you are so strong and deep, I've never fallen in love before you."

"Save it," she said, sounding like she was crying at this point now. "I can't talk to you. Someone told me that you bring nothing but unwanted attention. They were right."

"Before you go, just please unblock me."

"Justin I don't want to dm you anymore--"

"Then don't. I just.. I don't want you out of my life. I swear I won't try to communicate with you. But I'm not letting you walk out my life that easy. I know my feelings for you are as deep as mine, I know they are. When you're ready to talk and to hear me out, my dm is open."

"Okay," she hesitantly said. "Alright, bye."

She hung up the line. "I love you too," I whispered, tossing the phone next to me.