direct messages.

fifty seven.

jadaa_: dadddtyyyyyyyy 😍😍😍😍

jadaa_: bruh come home and fuck the shit outta me until I can't walk for weeks 😩

jadaa_: I need u bae 😩😭

jadaa_: 🍆👌

justinbieber: Jada what the hell

jadaa_: what's so bad about u fuckin you're fiance ? 😏

justinbieber: is somebody hacking your page or something? This not like you at all..

jadaa_: nah b its all me 🗿cOME FUCKEIB home !

I was worried, so I immediately Facetimed her to see what was up.

"Hello?" She answered, but the screen was sitting down face forward, cause I was looking at a black screen. "Jada, pick up the damn phone!"

I heard her giggle and she looked at the screen with a smile. "Justy! Get out of the phone so we can fuck," she slurred, smiling like a kid. Yeah, she was drunk.

I groaned. "Jada, did you go out?" She nodded frantically and smiled at me. "Yes. I was looking for you, I'm horny and I want some fucking d, and you're not here to give it to me. Why not?" She titled her head. I frowned,"Jada, please go to bed."

She pouted and got real close to the screen. "You're no fun. If you're not going to help me, then maybe I should find someone to help me," she said in a cheerful tone.

I clenched my fists. "Go. To. Bed."

"Are you upset? Cause there are already some rumors that you're having fun with someone out there?" She giggled and stuck out her tongue.

I clammed up,"Uh, don't listen to rumors, baby."

"I know. They're just trying to get to me," she started laughing really loud. "You're not cheating on me, you love me too much. Don't you Justy Pooh?" I couldn't help but laugh, Justy Pooh?

She dropped the phone and I heard some glass break in the distance, followed by her drunk laugh. "My bad!"

"Jada!" I yelled, trying to get her attention. I heard more glass shattering and a bunch of thumping. I sighed and hung up.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, go back to sleep."

I dialed Maejor's number and he answered right when I was about to fall asleep.

"What?" He grouched. "Look, I know you're pissed. But please go check on Jada."

"What's going on?"

"She's drunk and," I cringed,"Breaking things. Can you and Angie please go stay the night with her to ensure that she's safe. Please, I'll never ask for anything again."

"I'm doing it for her, not you."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"You didn't tell her, did you?" He groaned,"No." And with that he hung up on me. I sighed in relief and went back to bed.