Mr. Mercurial (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 37

"Are you crazy?!" Will yells at me.

I flinch and look down.

"What made you say it? Tell me!" He says, running his fingers through his hair.

Can I run my fingers through your hair too?

What?

"Your overreacting." I mutter, rolling my eyes.

"I, for once, agree with Will. You have no idea what Alexander is capable of." Justin replies, deep in thought.

"It was for the best."

"For the best?! Shriya, for the love of almighty, what the fuck were you thinking?!" Will shouts.

Okay. This is very angry Will. I've never seen him this angry. He's barely holding onto his self control.

"Can you stop shouting at me?" I reply, leaning my head on the plush sofa.

"I am not shouting at you!" He replies even louder.

"Really?" I ask, sarcastically, raising my brow.

He rolls his eyes.

"We have to be extra careful now." Justin says, intensely.

"Thanks for stating the obvious, brother." Will retorts, sarcastically.

"What's gotten into you? Your pissing me off." Justin says, glaring at him.

"You are retarded."

"Say that again and I'll ruin that face of yours."

"GUYS! SNAP OUT OF IT!" I yell, glaring at both of them.

"We have a bigger problem at hand." I continue.

"A problem which you brought upon." Will replies.

That's it!

"God forbid I should be perfect like you!" I hiss at him.

"Well, if you could have shut up, we wouldn't be having this conversation!"

"If I would have shut up, that asswipe would have done even more damage!"

"I was handling it!"

"You were handling?! That is ridiculous! You weren't able to bear hearing about your so-called 'long lost love'! I yell, glaring at him.

Will's face drains of all colour.

Shit. Did I go too far?

"Will, I'm sorry-"

"No. Save it." He whispers, turning around and walking out of the house.

"Shit." I reply, putting my face in my hands.

"Are you okay?" Justin asks, sitting beside me.

"To be honest, I don't know." I reply, sighing.

"Shriya, I have to apologise." Justin whispers.

What?

"You were right. I love my family to the point that I don't see their faults even when it's right in front of me." He says, ashamed.

"Justin, I said some terrible things. I shouldn't have-"

"No. You are right. It's my fault." He says, his eyes pained.

"Today was such an eye opener for me. The way you and Alexander were talking made it so obvious that nothing was going on between the two of you. You hate him." He continues.