Camp (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 23: The Cave

BELLA'S POV

Holy shit it was cold in the morning. I was currently laying down, in my sleeping bag, huddled up trying to collect as much body heat as i possibly could. Last night was... Different. I mean i had never seen Justin so... Angry and in a way, i kind of liked it but then it scared me to see what he could do although that boy 'Roger' definitely reminded me of Justin and Jason.... just a little bit... You know when they were back in High School... Although i'm pretty sure None of the guys ever shoved a girl or even creeped on a girl... Well actually i don't know and i'm not willing to find out...

"What are you thinking about?" A raspy voice sounded. I instantly turned around and shot my eyes open to see Justin now stretching in his own sleeping bag looking directly at me. I let out a breath and rested myself back into my sleeping bag.

"You scared me!" I complained as i curled back up into a ball in my sleeping bag, trying to collect any of the heat that was left.

"I'm sorry but i could hear you mumbling to your self and -- Are you cold?" He interrupted himself as he leant his head up on his curled fist which was being supported by his elbow.

"Just a little," I replied whilst snuggling in closer to the not-so-warm material.

"Here, come and join me," He smirked as he unzipped his sleeping bag half way down revealing his topless state and sweat--pant covered bottom half.

Without another word i scrambled out of my sleeping bag and crawled into Justin's and helped him zip it back up. I snuggled into his warm chest and i couldn't help but think how he was so warm. The sleeping bag fit snuggly around the both of us meaning it wasn't cramped but it wasn't spacious.

"Better?" He asked as he wrapped both his arms around me pulling me into him further.

"Much," I sighed happily and leant my head on his chest just collecting all of the warmth.

"Now, what were you thinking about?" He asked again as i felt him play with my hair.

"Nothing really, just about last night," I told him. I felt him tense slightly then he began to relax... I looked back up to him and a gasp emitted from my lips. On the left side of his face, down by his jaw was a red/purple bruise that had obviously been formed over last night and caused by last nights events. I reached my hand up to it and slowly caressed my thumb over the bruise but to my surprise Justin didn't flinch away, instead he kept his eyes locked on mine...

"D-does it hurt?" I asked but almost cursed myself for asking such a stupid question... Of course it was going to hurt... But then again he didn't seem too bothered by it.

"Not really although judging by your reaction, it probably looks worse then it really is," He chuckled lightly. I pulled my hand away and looked down.

"This isn't funny Justin, you could've gotten seriously hurt or even worse, you could have hurt Roger and then he could press charges over assault to a minor..." I said shakily. This is all my fault. If only i had kept my mouth shut and not told Justin about the tiny smack i received from Roger then none of this would of happened.

"Bella, i know this isn't funny, but did you really expect me not to do anything once i caught them creeping on you? I mean, i know i shouldn't have laid a hand on him but it was kind of hard not to since he did throw the first punch," Justin explained. I shut my eyes tight and pulled him closer to me.

"I'm sorry you got hurt," I whispered. I then felt Justin unravel one of his arms from around my waist and slowly he lifted my chin to make me face him.

"It wasn't your fault so don't be sorry, but you could give me a kiss to make me feel better," He pouted towards the end and i had to fight off the smile that was itching to creep onto my face.