Yasmine Rockii: Julia are you ok? Bieber dick just took you reply ASAP.
Yasmine Rockii: JULIA YOU MF REPLY.
Yasmine Rockii: ok honey as much as I love you, you're starting to piss me the fück off.
Yasmine Rockii: Julia Stuart. I'm starting to get worried about your ass now.
Yasmine Rockii: where ever you are, I hope you're safe and if I don't see you tomorrow I'm calling the police.
Daniel Ricciardo: Baby Girl where did he take your ass to.
Daniel Ricciardo: I'm in an uber right now driving to your house, hold up.
Daniel Ricciardo: Why aren't you replying? Julia is everything good between us?
Daniel Ricciardo: I'm at your house, open the door?! I've rang the bell like 10 times Bby come open the door pleaseee.
Daniel Ricciardo: I'm starting to worry, I think I'll call your mom.
Daniel Ricciardo: Julia please reply.
Daniel Ricciardo: Love you.
Mommy💗: Julia when I get home you're in big trouble, understand?
I groaned and sat up, pulling the duvet right up to my neck so Justin wouldn't peep any of my exposed body. He was standing in his white Calvin Klein boxers flicking through his phone too. "I have 3 missed calls from your mom and a text let me read it," his morning voice broke at the word calls and I sighed heavily, why does my mom know me so well? "She said, 'Justin I know you're with Julia and I know it's 04:00 in the morning but I also know your phone's are never on silent and you need to pick up the fücking phone ASAP or there will be heated trouble' damn mama" I plopped back down onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. What have I gotten myself into? Not to mention the banging headache which I could proudly say was mine. Justin threw himself on the bed next to me and crawled up so that his head was resting between my neck and shoulder. "You're a bad girl," Justin whispered into my warm skin. "Justin gtfo me. You ruined my night out, I wouldn't have had so many people text me or be in deep Shït with my mom if it wasn't for you!" My eyes swelled up with tears and even though I was more pissed than sad, I was going to cry. Justin's blonde mess just inched closer to me. "Justin you didn't want me after that phone call, it wasn't even a big deal," I moaned. "Maybe it wasn't, and I never stopped wanting you I moved here for you for fücks sake, but it doesn't mean you can go around kissing random strangers," his voice was hard to take seriously because of how unconscious he still was. "It wasn't a random stranger, it was Daniel, fix up," "I don't care, you're mine," I wanted to laugh at this statement. "Justin, honey, in case you haven't realised, we're not even together. So stfu," I crawled out of bed and quickly put on the first suitable item of clothing I found sprawled on the wooden floor. Justin's t-shit, it looked more like a dress on me. He groaned for a bit but I ignored him and started making my way downstairs with my phone. I guess I had a few important calls to make.
I tapped mom's contact and let the phone ring a few times and then finally, my mom picked up. "Hey mom, I'm so sor-" "Julia Daniette Stuart, listen to me right now loud and very clear. Ive been gone for 2 days. And in that time, the sensible, responsible daughter I thought you were, went clubbing but that's not the worst part. You then disappeared with out telling anyone and didn't answer any of the text messages people sent you. Have you gone completely mad are you stupid? What happened?" Damn I knew she was angry but- this angry?? "Mom please forgive me, it's a long story can we talk about it when you get home?" "I have all the time in the world right now, Julia," I huffed. My mom was a difficult woman. "Mom - please," "You owe me, lucky that my tolerance levels are high." I rolled my eyes and she ended the call. Great. Next was Yasmine, aka my best bitch who may or may not kill me after this call. "Yasmine? Hey baby," "GIRL WHERE TF YOU WENT? YOUR ASS DISAPPEARED ASAP AND THAT BIEBER DICK TOOK YOU ARE YOU OKAY WTF GIRL," "Yasmine I'm fine I promise," "My ass is taking itself to your house rn ok. Don't fücking disappear again or I'm hunting for your blonde locks," "Alrightie baby girl, I'll see you then." My hands went through my hair and I exhaled a deep breath, it wasn't that bad at least her supportive ass was coming to mine. I slipped on Justin's Calvin Klein sliders which were waaay to big for me but I frankly didn't give a Shït. "Justin I'm going my house, come round later if you want," I heard a "mhm" from the upstairs bedroom and satisfied, I closed the front door behind me and started making my way to my front door. Opening my Givenchy purse from last night, I grabbed the keys and fitted it through the keyhole. As I stepped into the fresh house I quickly typed a text to Daniel.
Julia Stuart: My ass is fine. Justin took me to his house and I stayed over for the night. Don't worry about me, I'm independent and not 5?
To my fücking surprise this Spanish guy texted back immediately.
Daniel Ricciardo: Did you sleep with him? Is everything ok between us?
I sighed and decided to play this boy's own game. Tapping away I stared at my text then hit the send button.
Julia Stuart: Didn't they tell you that I was a savage?
Daniel Ricciardo: Ok I thought you were different but you're just a regular hoë.
I stared at the text and rolled my eyes so far back I swear I saw my fücking brain. This hot Spanish dick has the nerve.
Julia Stuart: But honey, we're not dating. I'm not dating Justin either. I'm free so get off my back please. You can come round later if you want to bless it out.
Daniel Ricciardo: Don't wait up.
Julia Stuart:
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Julia Stuart: Text me 1 more mf time and shit is coming your way hella quick xx
If there's one thing this fücked up 'morning' aka like 2pm taught me, it's that people go from cute to salty in less than 0.001 seconds.
Fucked up, right?
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My heart and thoughts go all out to the people involved in the shootings in America and the lives taken away. Fuck Donald Trump.
