Waddup? [Jastin]

LXIX (69)

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Jason POV

I snap my eyes open and sit up. Fuck, I just remembered something. I go to look for my phone that should be beside me then remember that my dad freaking too it. I look at the clock and see that's it's 6:00 AM. Gosh, I'm so tired.

I hear my grandma snore loudly, and I jump. I look at John sleeping peacefully and decide to smack him with my maple leaf pillow. He opens his eyes tiredly and looks up at me lazily. John is about to close his eyes, and I smack him again.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" John asks groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He sits up and looks around tiredly. "Why are you up so early? Fucking Alex isn't even up yet, and he's  always the first to wake up first."

"Where's your phone?" I ask impatiently.

"Why?"

"I was so busy last night packing that I forgot to tell Justin that we're leaving at 8:00 AM!"

"It's okay. I told Ryan. He'll probably tell Justin," John says tiredly.

"And what if he doesn't? What if he thinks that Justin already knows?" I ask nervously.

John rolls his eyes and gets his phone.

"Oh, sorry it's dead. I'll charge it," John says connecting his phone.

I grunt and decide to get out of bed now. Already stripped down to my boxers I put on a sweater and and sweatpants easily.

John watches me as I fix my hair. He sighs loudly and decides to get dressed too. We make sure that we didn't forget to pack anything for the millionth of time and decide to go down to get breakfast.

"So you guys are finally leaving? Good," I hear a feminine voice say as we enter the lobby, but ignore it because I have no idea who the hell it belonged to.

John stops though, and I look at him confused. He's glaring at the receptionist. What did the receptionist ever do to him? I'm so confused.

"I will never forget what I saw. So disgusting and unacceptable. And you," she says pointing at John, "are so rude. I'm glad you gays are finally leaving."

I frown, and John growls at her. He walks up to her desk and slams his hands.

"I will get you fucking fired you twat! I'm not even kidding. Does it look like I am? No, it does not! Get me your manager. I want to speak to him. I want him now!" John barks at her, and I quickly hold him back.

"Chill, bro. Chill," I say rubbing his arms. "I'm not offended. It's honestly okay."

She looks at him terrified, and John slams his hands on her desk again. I blush in embarrassment as we start to draw attention.

"Where's the manager? I want to speak to him!" John demands loudly.

Completely mortified now I send the receptionist an apologetic look. She gives me a look of disgust, and I gape at her. What a bitch!

"John, can you please calm down?" I say.

John shrugs me off, and I pout. John opens his mouth again to yell something, but stops when he sees two security guards walking towards us. I frown. They grab us with force and we jerk around.