M A R K M Y W O R D S

can't remember and won't

Selena's POV:

I woke up thankfully in my bed with no one by my side.

I can't stop thinking about Kyrie. I'm not attracted to him even though he is attractive.

I'm in love with Justin. He's suppose to be home.

I feel like shit. I get up from my bed and walk to the other room. "Justin?"

He wasn't in there. I walk downstairs to the living room.

A smile comes upon my face when I see him rolled up on the couch. I'm guessing he was tired that he didn't make it to the room.

He was still wearing his jacket and shoes. "Baby." I say sitting next to him.

His eyes slowly open and hugs me. "I'm glad your home." His voice was horribly raspy but it was hot.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I'm curious if he saw the pictures of Kyrie and I leaving.

"Because Kyrie Irving took you home." My heart started racing.

Last time something similar like this happened was with Orlando. Justin and I decided to get back together but Orlando got all salty and told Justin we had slept together.

"He just took me home babe. I promise."
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We were about two blocks away from my house when Kyrie kissed me.

Thank god no paparazzi were around. "What do you mean you can't?"

I feel like I'm going to throw up, and not just because of the alcohol. "I have a boyfriend Kyrie, and you know that. Justin changed for me. I don't want that to be for nothing."

There was a long silence before Kyrie said something. "Im sorry, my girlfriend broke up with me and I need something to distract myself." His situation seems a lot similar to someone I know.

If anything he's making things worse. "Don't do that to yourself, or your ex." Kyrie puts the car back in drive and continues driving.

I can't believe I kissed him. I'm glad I stopped it before things escalated quickly.
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"That's not all the pictures I saw of y'all." He says getting up and walking to the kitchen.

What else could he possibly had seen? "Well, what else did you see?" Justin seemed like he was ignoring me by going on his phone.

"This." He says slamming his phone against the marble counter. It was a four pictures of Kyrie having his arm around me and I whispering in his ear and laughing.

I remember exactly what we were talking about. Justin looks at me with a straight face and with his arms crossed. "Guess who sent those to me? Hailey. Fucking Hailey, Selena. Do you know how embarrassed I was?" Why was he talking to Hailey in the first place?

"She wasn't even there Justin. What did she tell you? That I was flirting with him or what? Justin we were making jokes about the Finals. How he got forty-one points in game five. So you can believe Hailey, the girl that is the most saltiest girl I know, or your fucking girlfriend Justin." I was fed up with Hailey.

She has no business talking to Justin or trying to convince him about something that isn't even true.

He pinches his nose as if your trying to stop your nose from bleeding, and sighs. "I still don't want to see you get that drunk Selena. Shit can happen when your drunk."

"Yeah I know." I don't even want to be reminded of that horrid memory. Long story short, Justin got drunk and had sex with another girl while we were together.

That's what led to us officially breaking up. I gazed at the floor as Justin and I stay in silence.

He goes back on his phone and after a few typing and sliding he places his phone on the counter top.

"I picked out what to wear." He says with a sly smile. There's something about a guy doing things without you telling them that I find strangely attractive.

"That's nice." I pull out my phone and go through my camera roll to find the dress Aleen and I agreed on.

"We're matching." I say facing my phone towards him.