Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 14: Touchy and Friendly

Chapter Fourteen; Scandal

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Since we decided to stay the night over Za's, Moshe insisted Bieber and I share the guest room. So we can work out our differences, and become friends to overrule this scandal. Bieber was now sitting on the edge of the bed, texting. I was sitting cross-crossed on the bed waiting for Bieber to decide. While I was playing with a loose string on my pant leg, Bieber shifted on the bed. "This is very weird, but neither one of us want to sleep on the floor or couch. Especially you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"This morning," he said. "You kept moving on the couch on the van, and you punched Scooter in the balls because he kept trying to sit down. I moved you to my bunk, and I just thought you wouldn't want to sleep on the couch."

"Oh," I said. It got really quiet, until he decided to speak again.

"What's with you and hitting people in the balls?" He asked.

"When I hit Scooter I was sleep so I didn't know. Now when I hit you, that was different. Self defense." I explained, and he chuckled. He got up, and shut the light off. We both laid under the blankets, and it got quiet. The darkness of the room made it even more weird because neither of us were sleeping.

Neither of us said goodnight, but we went to sleep quicker than we intended on.

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"You held me down, but I got up
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound, like thunder gonna shake the ground, you held me down, but I got up, get ready cause I've had enough Isee it all, I see it now..."

Our hands overlapped on my phone, and I quickly took my hand away. His hand was still on my phone, and when he grabbed it, he checked the time. "Nine? Really? Why is your alarm out for nine?" He groaned, putting back down.

"I used to have a job, but after the scandal I put out, my boss hated me. She fired me, and I guess I forgot to take the alarm off." I said, kind of weirded out that we actually overlapped hands. I mean, we held hands when I was blonde, but that was different. Way different.

"Are you going back to sleep? Everyone else is probably sleep." He mumbled, obviously still half sleep. I nodded, and stayed in my spot. When I moved my legs, I felt my body pressed against his. Ew my god, why is he so close.

Luckily, his arms were to himself, but he was a little close. The bed was a little small, but there was no reason to be so close. Then, it was like he was reading my mind, because he moved back a little.

It was about 15 minutes until I woke back up from my little nap, and Bieber's hand was on my hip. He still had his distance, but like does he have a fetish with touching me? I'm surprised Selena didn't get creeped out by that. "Justin! Aubrey!"

My eyes opened to Mason and Za's eyes widening at us. Bieber woke up, and removed his hand from my hip. Za's eyes filled with hatred still. Bieber got up, and followed them out.

I was next to follow them, and when I did, Mason came out with a smirk in his face. He strutted past me, and then Bieber called my last name urgently. I took my time going down the stairs so I didn't fall, and when I got down to the kitchen, Bieber gave me his phone.

'Anonymous: I saw Justin holding Aubrey's waist the same day she was caught getting off his van. I really think they're dating, and the blonde was a cover up for her. Selena probably wasn't even aware all of this was happening. Justin is a bad boy!!'

"Don't do anything stupid!" Moshe exclaimed, obvious of the fact I was angry. He grabbed Bieber's phone, and I stormed out the front door. I didn't have shoes nor a coat, so I sat on the steps, and looked around.

Who is doing this? Yeah it could be payback for what I did, but they are taking this over the line. Why would I even think of having sex with Bieber? Like seriously? "Hey, don't get angry. It's someone that hates one of us, or it's probably just paparazzi."

"I'm not mad at that." I sighed. "I'm mad at the fact that someone would go over the line and say I agreed to having sex with you! Do they know who I am? No, and I'm sure everyone knows I wouldn't have sex with you!"

Bieber looked at me, and held his chest. "I find that very offensive, but coming from you, it still is offensive."

"You mean you wanna have sex with me?" I exclaimed.

"No," he quickly said. "I wouldn't but I would.. In a friendly way, and I have no idea what I'm saying so I'm going to shut up."

We were no quiet, until we heard cars driving past. We both hurried into the house, then we sat in the living room. Bieber sat next to me on the love seat, again. I think he noticed how I stiffed up, because he then shifted to the other couch. "Can we call it truce?" He asked.

"If that means telling the truth about the scandal, it's a no."

"Worth a try." He shrugged. "But could you tell me what you saw that night?" He asked sarcastically.

"I was coming from the store, and people were coming from the club. Your car caught my sight because it was expensive and shiny, and when I walked passed we made eye contact as you were fucking the girl. The girl was blonde, petite, and very scrawny." I nodded, as I explained. His jaw clenched, then he just walked away. Yep, I made him mad.

Well, I'd rather him be mad than be all touchy friendly with me!

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