We're Over [ J.D.B FANFIC ]

Chapter 14

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"Justin I don't need to be cheated by you, again," I say, walking to the living room and picking up my shoes.

"Hailey and I are friends. Strictly. I've known her for 5 years. You can't just expect me to forget her," Justin replies while I slipped on the black sneaker, tying the laces into a knot.

"Ok," I reply, getting up and taking my keys from the rack.

"What does that mean?" Justin says, worriedly.

"Look I need to figure this out. I understand, you and Hailey have been friends for a while. But I don't know if I'm comfortable with that," I say.

"But--" Justin starts.

"I'm not saying you have to stop for me," I say.

Justin lets out a sarcastic laugh making me raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"I have to choose between the love of my life and my friend, of course I have to pick," Justin says in a obvious tone, making me sigh.

"I don't wanna make you choose, but you have to see this from my perspective," I sighed leaning back on the door.

"I know," he groaned. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around my waist. Hoisting my body up, I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. "What are you doing?" I exclaimed, surprised at the sudden action.

Not speaking, he walked outside and seated me on the passengers seat after walking down to his car. "Where are we going?" I asked.

Waiting for a reply, I again asked when he didn't respond.

"Where are we---" I started, but he cut me off. "Shut the fu*k up," he growled.

As he drove into a secluded part in the woods, I was again gonna question.

Before I could though, he opened the door and pulled me out. Before I could walk off, he pushed me against the car door. I was looking down at his shoes, not wanting to look at him.

He pushed himself further against me, and nudged my cheek with his nose playfully before tilting my chin up with his pointer finger. "I'm sorry," he whispered huskily, his lips running over my earlobe.

Justin pushed his body further into mine, making me look at him in alert. "Do you trust me?" he whispered.

I nodded, my body trembling. He opened the car door again, and laid me on the backseat, with him laying beside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, giving small pecks on my neck, and his hands were running through my shirt. He slipped his hands underneath my shirt, and quickly pulled it over.

"Justin, we can't-" I started but he stopped me with his lips.

"We're not," he said. We both laid there comfortably in eachothers arms, me feeling his lips continue to roam around my body as the moonlight shone through the car window.

And there we were, two broken lovers on the backseat of a Range Rover.