My Brother's Best Friend // j. j FanFiction

Chapter 42

Chapter 42:

The comments... They were horrible. The last time I had tweeted was a selfie I had taken with Madison one week ago with the words 'With this girly right here @/MadisonBeer'. That tweet had so many comments underneath it. Horrible ones.

'Go kill yourself, you whore!'

'How dare you treat my baby like that!'

'who do you think you are, bitch?'

'slut'

'poor Johnson he had an ugly ex'

'ew you're so ugly why would he date you'

And those were just the nicer ones. I went to Johnson's twitter account, and could have squealed. He had tweeted the most adorable things:

'Don't believe what you see, guys'

'That magazine has no right to exploit our privacy, none of it is true'

He had protected me, but he also said that none of it was true. So he was denying that we were ever a couple. Well maybe, for now, it was better that the public thought that. I sighed and turned off my phone. I had enough of all that shit for one day. I would deal with life tomorrow. For the rest of the night I could do whatever I wanted.

So I made the worst decision I could have, obviously. I went out to party.

The outcome of me partying has never been good, but who cared? I was single for now and wanted to have some fun. So I slipped on a mini skirt and a crop top, before sneaking out of my window with minimal make up on and my fake ID in my bra.

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I arrived at the club in record timing. It was the same club where I had caught Johnson and that girl together. The memories came flooding back, and sighed, trying to forget them. Only 2 of my 'friends' were here tonight, but it was enough to party.

I had barely stalked over to where they were standing before a beer was pressed into my hands once more. I laughed with them as I gulped down 4 beers in 3 minutes. On my fourth beer, I was finally in the partying mood.

With Lindsay in tow, one of the biggest partiers in my group of friends, we hit the dance floor and shook what we had along to the beat of the music. Soon enough Lindsay had found a boy to grind on and I was left with multiple dance partners to choose from.

Boys were staring at me left and right, just hoping for me to walk towards them.

I headed to a cute blonde and we started grinding onto each other. Who needed Johnson when you could have any guy in this club?

With the guy who I ha dined with, I drank 3 rounds of shots and a few more beers. By then I was completely wasted, but I wanted to dance with the blonde one last time.

"All The Single Ladies" came on though, so I left the boy for the dance floor that was filled with single girls. They were al dancing in their own cute little way, but when I started dancing, others stopped and started to form a circle around me. They clapped and cheered as I dropped to the floor and then popped up again.

That's when I noticed one person with a phone. He was recording. I didn't care. I smiled at the camera and showed my middle finger.

"Johnson can go fuck himself!" I yelled into the camera. "I ain't no slut, he just a horny motherfucker!" Some people had not the slightest clue who Johnson was, but they cheered anyways, thinking I was just a fresh single who had gotten out of a relationship.

Which I was.

But it was only supposed to be temporary...