No Pressure [HIATUS]

Chapter 6

NORMAL POV

Beverly's eyes widen when she realises what she'd just uttered. "Nothing." She shakes her head expeditiously, her mouth dry.

"No, Beverly, I need to know if I heard what I really just heard." He pesters her, and Beverly heaves loudly. "I didn't say anything, it doesn't matter, okay?" She lies, licking her lips and turning around, the waitress stopping Justin from talking as she comes over.

"Ah Mr. Bieber and Ms. Landon. This way, please." Beverly always reminded herself that she would never be used to the fact that people called her by her last name, or knew her last name without her telling them. She understood though, that her name had probably been written with the reservation, but that was besides the point.

Justin eyed her suspiciously, now intrigued by her mistaken words that she had disclosed, maybe it was the fact that he was guilty of being so rude to her, and the guilt of sleeping with someone else was eating him alive.

He knew it shouldn't have though, they weren't in a relationship, and he had to continuously admonish himself. When they arrived to the VIP area, the waitress, a bubbly brunette, whose name plate read 'Veronica' smiled at the two. "Here you are." She placed the menus at the table. "I'll be back in a few." Veronica beams as she walks away, and Justin pulls out the chair for Beverly.

"Thank you." She mumbles, tucking her dress underneath her legs as she sits down, allowing him to help her tuck in her chair. Justin walks around so he could sit in front of her, and he does so. "Bev?"

"Don't call me that. Only people I like can call me Bev."

"Two minutes ago you basically admitted you liked me."

"Touché." She clasps her hands, placing her purse down beforehand. Beverly turns to the side, looking outside to the beautiful night view, an empty street decorated by the bright lights that shone for any car that passed to see. "So you did like me?" He smirks, confident.

"Did. Past tense." She reprimands, rolling her eyes.

Justin sinks back in his seat and sighs, "So you're just going to look outside the window the whole evening?" "I might as well. It's better than looking at you."

"Drop the attitude." He snaps. Beverly looks over at him, glaring. "For starters, no, I won't drop the fucking attitude, and yes, Justin. I used to like you, as a matter of facts, I would still like you if you weren't an ass and you treated me properly. Wether I'm a contract or not, you should treat me like a fucking queen. I don't believe I deserve any less, anyway. I'm putting up with your shit."

Her voice is hushed so others can't hear, but Justin hears her hushed and angry tone just well, and he stands, grabbing her hand. "What are you doing?" She whispers, following him as he leads her down a hall in the restaurant, which he seemed to know all too well.

"Look me in the eye and tell me you don't like me and then we can go back and sit down, it'll be fair. I'll know you mean it." Justin has her backed up against a wall, looking at her in the eye. Beverly stutters, swallowing. "I- wait, why?"

"I need to know-"

"No, I'm not getting fucked over by you again." She huffs, about to push him away from her, but he's quick to react and he places both of his hands on either side of her.

Beverly stands directly in his view, looks him in the eye and nods. "Fine, Justin. I still like you, but this won't make a difference, I'm still a contract, right?"

"No, no.." He inhales sharply, shocked by her confession, expecting for her to truly dislike him, although he almost (cockily) knew that it would be hard for someone to not like him. It was, after all, Justin.

"What do you want from-" Her sentence is cut short by his heart-shaped lips being pressed against her soft, mauve, lipstick covered lips, his hands lowering to her waist and her hands moving to his neck, the tension almost completely gone.

Their almost too distracted with themselves, so enticed and lustful that they don't notice the figure coming in.

"Justin?" A voice comes from their left, one almost too recognisable for Justin, and very well-known to Beverly herself. The two pull away hastily, but quickly as they turn.

"Selena." Justin quips, breathing, as Beverly furrows her brows and sighs in disappointment when she spots the way he looks at her, almost hurt that he'd just kissed her and was now drooling over Selena.

"Excuse me." Beverly mutters, pushing Justin's shoulder with her own as she walked away angrily.

[a/n: lmao beverly moody asf bruh]