Justin’s Point of View:
“What the fuck are you doing here Kayla?” I snarled bitterly, not wanting her near us, especially Kelsey.
“What?” She arched her perfectly threaded thin eyebrow. “Didn’t think I’d miss a party, do you?” Her red smeared lips twisted up in a wicked grin.
“Yeah? Well you’re not welcome.” I spat.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “Like I care what you think.” She hissed, her eyes staring daggers into mine. “I’m a part of this group too Bieber, whether you like it or not.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to remotely like you,” I shot back distastefully. “So why don’t you just do us all a favor and scram? No one wants you here.”
Everyone stared at us, not knowing what to say or do. The guys especially knew that when we got like this, there was nothing either of them could do to stop it. We would do what we wanted anyways.
“Fuck you Bieber.”
“And catch an STD? I don’t think so.” I countered with a sneer.
“You better watch that mouth of yours, Bieber. I think it’s about time you
