Ariana's POV
"He finally decided to leave," dad smirked, staring out the window.
"What do you mean?" I asked, pretending to be clueless.
"Nothing," he said, walking away from the window, and back onto the couch watching tv.
"Can I go out tonight?" I asked.
"Where?"
"Karson's place,"
"I want you to be home latest 10:30, NO LATER!"
"Okay, okay, chill,"
"I'll be at work, don't disappoint me," he said, leaving the house. "Oh, and, mom planned a trip to go to some private island in the south next this weekend, get packing,"
"For how long?"
"We should be back on Monday,"
So now if I go out with Justin, I'm gonna disappoint my family. What the fuck is this.
Since when did mom get a private island? Since when did I ever give her that much money?
I went upstairs, grabbed my suitcase and started stuffing it with clothes and other necessities.
The house is so quiet without Lucy around. No ones home, it's just me. I can leave now but who knows if they put cameras around this house.
Took me about half an hour to pack, now, I'm out of here.
Justin's POV
I was casually walking in the gas station convenient store with Ryan and Chaz because I wanted to stock my house up with snacks. I didn't give a fuck who was staring at me or following me, we were just minding our own buisness.
I picked up some drinks, chips, and other snacks and headed for the cashier.
"Yo," Chaz whispered.
"What?" I replied.
"Isn't that Ariana's dad?" He said.
He heard and quickly turned his head and stared right into my eyes. Shit.
"Why the fuck are you so loud!" I quietly yelled.
"Sorry," he said, stepping away.
"He's coming closer," Ryan said.
He walked right behind me waiting in line. In my mind I just hope he doesn't talk to me.
He clears his throat vigorously; I think he was trying to get my attention. But I ignore him and stepped up a bit.
He cleared his throat again.
I slowly turn around. "H-hi sir," I said shyly, handing Chaz and Ryan the snacks.
"Wearing your pants kinda low aren't you?" He spat.
I pulled them up quickly and stood there nervously.
"Why do you even bother with my daughter?"
"Pardon?" I asked with confusion.
"She's moving this weekend, surely you'll try to visit but it's private, so good luck getting through the national border,"
"W-what? Why're you moving?"
"You don't need to know. Stop visiting, get away from her, I don't want to see you near her,"
