First things first... HOW FUCKING GORGEOUS ISN'T ANGELICA? I wanna... Ugh, she's such a fucking under-appreciated angel. She's just out there being perfect.
Anyways... let me see how many comments you guys can get this chapter to... If I get 70 comments, you'll get a new update before Thursday already!
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Stepping onto the L.A ground with fresh American oxygen hitting my face was better than I first thought. I had anxiety about leaving Mexico, because in all honesty it wasn't that bad. I actually loved Mexico. The only thing I was happy about leaving was the actual Paradise.
I was embarrassed over the way Justin played me, especially considering I was so certain that I was going to win. My face must have looked awfully surprised and I was sure that everyone had to bite their lip not to start laughing at me.
The four hour plane ride home had been full of emotions. Justin and I ended up arguing about small stupid things, such as why we had to take a private jet instead of going with the others. I had been very excited to talk to Michelle, for example, to try and become somewhat friends with her again. I knew she was mad at me and I saw the plane ride as a good way to get her to talk to me and discuss things. But Justin was determined for me to catch the plane with him, which was a private jet.
Don't get me wrong, I had never been on a private jet before and it was cool to experience that. It was just me and him on the flight, plus two flight attendants who served us whatever we wanted. It was awesome being that special and being able to roam around freely in the plane. But I noticed immediately that Justin tried to isolate us from the others. I knew he didn't want to keep in touch with anyone else than me, he's told me that before but I could have figured that out by myself as well. But that didn't mean that I wanted him to take me away from everyone else too.
Therefor, we had a huge argument about whether or not we were going on our own flight or on the ones that everyone else went on. Obviously people flied to different places of America, but Michelle was going on the California one, as well as Zac and Edwin. I put up a fight with Justin but I ended up losing and we went on the private jet anyway.
I couldn't help but notice how Justin started to think he could boss me around. It's no longer me telling him what to do, it's the other way around. And I can't believe I was giving into it.
"Babe?" Justin's voice interrupted my thoughts, making me turn around to see him holding my luggage. I took it from him, thanking him for whatever he had been through the get it. Probably not a lot considering he had his own personal assistant with him. "The car is over there, it'll take us home."
"Home?" I questioned, "You don't even know where I live."
"I don't, but I was thinking you could show me?" I noticed him fluttering his eyelashes in an attempt to be cute, and goddamn did it get to me. He looked like a girl, actually he looked like I did when I tried to get something out of him, but it somehow ended up working anyways. So I nodded with a slight giggle. "Great, where to?"
We both sat down in the car, one of Justin's people opening the door for me nicely. I thanked him, whilst noticing that Justin did no such thing, and put on my seatbelt. Justin did re-said his question, asking me what my address was. I answered briefly, letting them know where they could start driving.
"Do you want me to drop you off or am I allowed inside?" Justin chuckled, probably expecting me to be nice about the answer and invite him inside my house. Though, I had other plans and I knew bringing him home would be a stupid choice right now.
"No, my parents are home." I shrugged, "They wouldn't like you considering what you've done to us."
He froze, and I noticed the fear rushing through his eyes quickly. I was about to laugh at him and tell him that it was okay, and that he didn't need to be nervous about meeting my parents. I was sure they wouldn't be too fond of him in the first place, my parents acted really shady around boys that I brought home but I was certain that they would like him in the end. Justin is a nice and sweet guy, what harm could he ever have done?
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After Paradise: Book Two • jb
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