I lost, but i fought || J.B

Chapter 25

honestly i couldn't pay much attention to the movie, all i could think about was Justin. he liked me, and i like him, i think. i am pretty sure i do. i look at Justin, he is paying attention to the movie. i have been looking everywhere but at the movie. i shift a little and he looks down at me with a questioning look. i hesitated a little first, but i leaned up and kissed him again. he kissed back, and the alien feeling is still there maybe even worse then it was the first time. i pull back and frown.

"what's wrong?" Justin says while stroking his finger between my eyebrows. "a line forms here when you frown" he comments more to him self then to me.

"there is an alien in my stomach" i say as a reply to his question. he looks at me with a shocked expression.

"what is that suppose to mean?" he asks still shocked.

"it feels weird when we kiss" i say still deep in thought.

"oh, i thought you were pregnant" i choke on my own spit. what?

"how?" i ask shocked i haven't had sex since then.

"when a mommy and a daddy-" i cut him off

"have sex, i know, but i haven't had sex so how could i be pregnant?"

"you said you had an alien in your stomach, what do you expect me to think?" he chuckles.

"it was an alien feeling" i explain.

"i get that now" he chuckles. "but why did you kiss me now?" he asks probably confused to my sudden kiss.

"i just needed to see if it was still there"

"was it?" he asks with hope in is voice.

"yeah, is it suppose to be?"

"if you like me" so that's why he was hope full.

"then i have to like you, because i can't find one thing i don't like about you" i look at him and see he is grinning. i suddenly feel embarrassed, i look down as i blush.

"what's up with you blushing now so suddenly?" he asks amused. i blush harder.

"i don't know?!" i say while looking down. "or i do, it's you, when you, the boy i like compliments me" i say looking up at him. he smiles to me.

"well you are beautiful" he smiles down to me, and just as he wants me too, i blush.

"thank you" i say even though i don't believe it.

"it's true, you are incredibly beautiful" he says noticing that i don't believe it.

"Ok" i say and nod. still not believing it.

"you are" he reassures me.

after watching the horrible movie that i now hate, we went to bed, but before we fell asleep we shared some small kisses.

when i wake up i see Justin is fast asleep next to me. this is my chance to remove my stitches, i climb carefully out of bed. i walk downstairs and see pattie in the kitchen.

"do you have some scissors?" i ask not telling her either.

"yeah, what do you need them for?" she asks getting up to find them.

"i'm just going to cut of the price tag on a piece of clothing i have upstairs. she nods and give me the scissors. "thanks" i say grinning and running upstairs, but walking carefully into Justin's room and then to his bathroom. i start cutting the irritating blue thread that goes through my skin. first cutting it besides the knot then pulling it out. it hurts a little just as you pull them out, but after a few seconds it doesn't hurt anymore.

when i'm at the eleventh stitch Justin knocks on the door.

"Hannah i really have to pee, what are you doing in there?" Justin asks confused.

"i'm putting on make up" i say making up a quick lie.

"how long are you gonna be?" he asks just as i start pulling out the twelfth one.

"one more minute" i say cutting the thirteenth and last one. pulling it out i pick up all the stitches and throw then in the trash. i open the door and Justin is standing there waiting for me to come out so he can pee. poor thing.

"but you are not wearing make up?" he asks confused still not noticing that my stitches are gone.

"just pee" i say and shove him into the bathroom. i close the door for him and he locks it. shit the scissors! i forgot them, now he is gonna be mad before i can be happy about it.

"Hannah?" Justin asks from the bathroom.

"yes?" i reply innocently.

"why are there scissors in the, bathroom?" and before i can answer he yells. "AND STITCHES IN THE TRASH? YOU REMOVED THEM" he's mad. i don't reply, but make a run for it. i run downstairs, Pattie is still in the kitchen.

"look they are gone" i say pointing to my forehead.

"you removed them yourself?" she asks shocked.

"yeah, you might wanna wash the scissors" i reply, and when i hear Justin running down the stairs, i mutter a Norwegian curse and run again. i run outside to where the pool is and suddenly i'm captured in someones arms. i look up and see Justin looking down at me mad. he doesn't say a word nor smiles, i didn't even know he was this close. still not showing any other emotions then mad he lifts me up bridal style and walks towards the pool. is he going to throw he in it?. he stands at the edge.

"please Justin no" i beg, he just looks down at me, and smiles.

"you need punishment" he grins, and throw me in. i sink to the bottom first. i try to get up, but i can't, i can't swim. i move my arms, but i'm still in the same place. i start moving my feet too, but no movement is made. i can't hold my breath much longer.

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