Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 47: Work Out

Chapter Forty-Seven; Scandal

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You know how every overweight girl says they're going to work out, but really they're not? Well, that's what I meant, and Justin is really making me go. He bought me a sports bra, and work out shorts. He rented out the gym so we could have privacy, and we got up early. Early as in 8am.

"Justiin!" I whined, dragging the 'I' in his name.

"Whaaat?" he dragged the 'a'.

"I don't wanna work out. I was bluffing when I said that." I put my head on his shoulder, and he smirked.

"Sorry babe, but it's too late." He kissed my forehead, and patted my head. He was shirtless with basketball shorts on, and Jordan shoes since he doesn't want to ruin his Supra's. He's such a girl sometimes. We arrived at the gym, and I felt like a boxer. Just the whole outfit, made me look likes boxer. Except I didn't have abs.

Regardless, I still love my body the way it is. I don't care if I gained a little weight that makes me look pregnant, because if I know it's not true, then it doesn't matter. Wise words from my handsome, sexy, attractive boyfriend. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Justin smirked.

I really did take a picture, and he looked at me with a blank expression. "It was a joke."

"Yeah, but your fans will love it." I chuckled. We walked inside, and there was a personal trainer, and some of Justin's friends. Twist and Ryan were standing there. The personal trainer kinda looked like Mason, which was freaky.

"Hey, Justin. How come you and Mason haven't hung out?" Well then. "He's here right now, practicing his boxing moves. Instead of being an actress he's picked boxing."

"Dad! My personal trainer keeps weeping about his ex-wife." Mason came in, and gaped his eyes at me. Justin was too busy joking around with Twist to notice, until I kicked his leg.

"Ouch, what-" he stopped talking, and stared at Mason. His Dad was seriously confused, and I just backed away toward Ryan. No one talked until Mason decided to break the silence and explain a whole big ass lie. "You're an habitual liar."

"If I told the truth, my boxing dream would be over. Could we look past that, and become friends for my sake? Please?" He took off his gloves, and weaves his fingers together, pleading for us go forgive him.

Justin looked at me, and I turned my back, not caring. As long as he doesn't lie about anything ever again. Justin forgave him, and they did the bro hug, and then we started working out. Twist stepped on the treadmill right after Ryan turned it on high. He slipped, and rolled off onto one of the yoga balls.

Just so I didn't get involved, I got on a far treadmill, put my headphones in, and started it. While running, I was texting Livy. The muffled laughs of the guys made me turn up my headphones. And the song made my heart flutter.

"Love me like you do

Love me like you do

Like you do

Hold me tight and don't let go."

Justin stopped my treadmill, and took my headphones out. "There's water over there. If you need me, I'll be over there." he pointed in different directions. Him and the guys walked over to where Mason was.

Instead of staring at a wall, I got on one where I could see Justin directly. He smirked at me when he saw me, and he kept punching the bag. He didn't see me sneak a little Instagram video, and I'm guessing he saw it once he got his phone out.

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Everyone was so tired, and sore that we didn't want to move. My legs, and arms hurt the most. Justin hurt all over because he ended up wrestling with the guys, and cut his forehead when they fell down.

"Help me. I hate the sight of blood! If I pass out, it's your fault." Justin pointed to me. I shooed him off to the bathroom, and after I changed my clothes, I met him in there. He stripped into nothing but boxers, examining the bruise on his leg.

"You got beat up today. Told you we should've stayed home." I smirked, and grabbed the first aid kit.

"Boobies." Justin giggled like a little kid. I put on his oversized t-shirt, without a bra on, because that sports bra was a little tight. Around my breast area was red, but it didn't bother me. "Boop!" he poked one.

"Stop it," I smacked his hand away, and we both started laughing at his childish behavior. "Now seriously, stop moving, it's bleeding worse."

We sat in the spider position on the toilet as I treated his cut. "This will burn a little." I warned, and grabbed the alcohol. Justin put his hands on my waist, after I almost slipped off the seat. Starting slowly, I applied the cotton ball on his cut, and it took a invite for the burning to kick on.

He groaned lowly, while squeezing my waist, and biting down on his lip. "Damn, that burned a lot. You lied to me." he gave me puppy eyes, and poked out his bottom lip. I kissed his lip and it turned into a smile.

After I finished treating it, I put a large bandaid on it, and we both got up. After I put everything back, I turned around, and Justin was naked. My eyes were kept on his eyes, as I didn't want to see him fully until we were at the stage of out relationship. If we ever get there. "Could you...like, put some clothes on?" I looked up at the ceiling.

"Nope." he grabbed me, and carried me to the bed. He smashed his lips into mine, and connected our bodies. His private was touching me, I could feel it through the thick fabric of my shorts. "You turn me on, and expect me not to do anything about it. Not today."

"Oh really?" I smirked, looking in his eyes. He bit his lip, and started grinding against me, making me squirm a little. He smirked bigger, now in full control. He started by taking my clothes off, once I was naked, he laid on me again.

Gasping at the length I felt against my belly, he laughed at my reaction. "Now who has a 1 inch?"

"Never said that." I denied it, now that I was in the sight of it.

"Liar." He chuckled, and started kissing down my body. Just feeling his hands all over my bare body, made me feel pleasure I've never felt before. I'm not a virgin, but my last boyfriend was horrible at sex. "Don't hold in your moan, you know you want to."

And that night was full of our voices groaning each others names.

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You little freaks, I'm not into writing graphic scenes. This is as graphic as I'll get, except the one in my Harry Styles fan fiction. Oops.