Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

2

Justin

"C'mon Bieber! You always take forever!"Brandon whacked his fist against my tall bedroom door as I adjusted my dark blue button up, observing my outfit in the full-length mirror leaning against my wall.

My legs were wrapped in a black leather jean, which met down with my black on black vans.

Gold wrapped on my wrists along with two thin chains that hung loose around my neck. Another hard bang on the door bought me out of my head.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." I mocked his annoyance, opening the door to see him stomping down the stairs back into the living room.

The air was thick with smoke and the scent lingered of alcohol and weed. I followed Brandon's steps down into the living room, where the rest of the boys were found. The coffee table was dressed with small bags of cocaine and alcohol bottles.

I plunged myself into the couch, getting handed a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I took a swig, twirling it around on my tongue, leading my eyes down to the lines of coke on the table that were screaming my name.

With that, I flawlessly inhaled 3 thick lines through my nostril, feeling the substance instantly do its magic. I wiped my nose, receiving at pat on the back from Za who sat by my side.

"Fuck bro!" Za chuckled, as I lifted my already heavy head. "We are gonna get fucked up tonight." I chuckled along with Za which made Brandon and Lewis jump from their seats, already ready to leave.

I looked down at my Rolex that read the time of 10:14pm. Sculling down my alcohol, I quickly stood up and grabbed my keys to my car, scrunching up my face as the alcohol traveled down my throat.

"Boys, we're going." I ordered, the three following out into our massive garage. I unlocked the doors to my dark blue Ferrari 458 Liberty Walk, watching Lewis slip into my passenger side.

Brandon settled himself into his purple pearlescent, black Audi R8, as Za buckled himself in, sipping from a freshly opened booze bottle.
"Kaos!" Us four cheered in unison, as our cars hummed together through the big steel gates of our house. Or should I say mansion.

Our cars raced side by side down the Calabasas hills, making our destination Downtown LA.

If you didn't know, Kaos is our street squad. Za, Lewis, Brandon, and myself, Justin Bieber are California's best street racers.

I can't name I race I haven't won.
I've been racing for almost 4 years now, and I cannot complain. I've gotten what I've always dreamed of; money, girls, and most of all, hot motherfucking cars.

Yeah, the law tends to be on my back, but I have my ways of getting away with this so called 'crime'. I live for this sport, and wouldn't have it any other way.

Soon after we arrived at an overpopulated night club, where the line wrapped around the block. I walked up to a broad bouncer with my boys in my shadow, and he didn't hesitate to let us in. Instantly men and women recognized us as we made our way to a small corner that was emptied just for us.

A tall slim girl walked over, ready to order drinks. "A round of shots, on the house for Kaos." I spoke over the loud bass, passing the lady cash from my wallet. She spun on her heels as she walked back over to the bar.

I pulled out a silver tin from my tight jean pocket, opening it to reveal a short joint, which sat pursed between my lips as I lit the opposing end.
I blew out a perfect 'o' directing it toward the dark ceiling, looking back down to be served 4 shots of alcohol.

The boys gave their thanks before swiftly sculling down the strong substance in sync. My shot was devoured straight after theirs, my eyes covered with dark shades as I watched Za and Brandon already digging their hands into another bag of cocaine. Chuckling, I coaxed back the lady getting rounds after rounds.

The music pounded through my body, numb and intoxicated. The dim red lights flashed as I moved in sync with a woman, who twirled her self around me. My hands met with her waist as she danced her heart out,
watching the room spin around me.
I met my lips with hers, planting sloppy kiss before two hands met with my chest, pushing me away. I snapped my head back at her, holding back my anger as my brain throbbed in my head. I scoffed and carried myself back to the boys, who were buzzing in their seats.

"Justin, did you know there was a race out'ere tonight?!" Za slapped my arm, grabbing my full attention.

"What the fuck Za, No? Who's racing?" My voice rippled in my throat as he pointed to the exit of the club.

I was met with a thick crowd of screaming men and woman as I attempted to push through to the front of the audience. I grabbed a tattooed man by the collar of his shirt and turned him around to face me. "Do you know who's racing?" I huffed with little energy in me staring through his eyes.

"Its Prest- Hey... Hey it's Justin! Justin and the Kaos Squad!" He yelled pointing at me trying to grab others' attention. "Shut the fuck up, just answer my question," I gripped the fabric of his shirt tighter waiting for a response. "Geez dude calm down, Its just Prestige and Cam Cuda. Damn Bieber, Cam Cuda can almost ride as good as you!" The man chuckled, making bystanders chuckle with him. The fuck is Cam Cuda? I pushed the random guy to the concrete ground, rage fueling through my veins, trying to get a better view of the two that were racing.

Just as I got a glimpse of Cam Cuda's car he sped of at the blink of an eye. No one can race better than Bieber. I growled deeply looking for the race coordinator, which met my eyes with a familiar Mark Anderson, one of the well known organizers.

"Mark! I want to race against him." My index finger pointed sharply in the direction of the Barracuda in the distance.

"Wow Bieber, I never thought this day would come. People have been waiting for a while for you to say something about him," He chuckles, making me even more outraged. How long has this guy been racing without me realizing? And people think he's better then me? Please. Tell me another joke.

"I want to race Friday night at 1:30, On the straights. Make sure everyone comes." My chest fell, becoming aware of my held breath. I didn't repeat the details, leaving Mark to do what he had to do. I stormed off towards my car behind the club, watching the boys touchily get in their cars.

Just as I was about to roll out, the Barracuda met the finish line, receiving a very loud applause. I loosen my grip on the steering wheel noticing my knuckles turning from white to their normal color.

I spun my wheels and left the area heading back out to our home. Digging through my pocket, I pulled out my tin to find one last joint, lighting it, and blowing every last puff of smoke out the window.

"Calm down Justin. You will win that race, like you always do," Za looked at me reassuringly through the revision mirror. I held the joint back to my lips, questioning if I will.

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Well, here you go, chapter twooooooooo. Dont forget to vote, comment and Enjoy ((((: