his dreams || j.b.

eight

Justin wove his way through the mass of people jumping and dancing on the floor, his eyes locked on her. She kept walking towards the bar, presumably to pick up another drink.

"Whatever she wants is on me." He slid a bill across the polished countertop towards the bartender. He was slightly out of breath from having to chase her down. Since he was breathing heavily, she could clearly smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Alcohol doesn't smell good on you, Bieber." She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, taking the drink he had paid for and sipping it.

With a laugh, Justin took a drink of his own and started to throw it back. "Everything smells good on me, babygirl." He sent her a wink that she couldn't deny made her stomach twist in excitement.

"Don't call me that. I'll start calling you babyboy."

He bit his tongue to keep from saying what first came to his mind. She probably wouldnt like that. "What do you want me to call you, then?" A smirk pulled at his lips.

"Nothing. Thanks for the drink." She started to slide off of her stool, but Justin reached out and grabbed her wrist.

"Look. I'm sorry you think I was an ass earlier, but honestly I wasn't. You said you were a fan and that shirt I gave you could pay for two months of rent if you sold it. At least."

"You just keep getting better and better, don't you?" She pulled her wrist away.

"That's right, babygirl." Another wink.

She scoffed. "You're disgusting."

"I prefer dirty." Justin shot her a grin, putting his now empty glass down. "We're staying at the same hotel, right? I've got two more nights here. It'd be so convenient..." He started to lean in, and she put a perfectly manicured hand to his chest to stop him.

For a minute she was silent, and so was he.

"Are you expecting me to say please or something?" He finally broke the silence.

She didn't say a word.

"For fucks sake, babygirl. Work with me here."

"You are an asshole, Justin." Her voice filled his ears finally. Not the response he expected, but at least it was something. "I always looked up to you, but now that I've actually met you and seen who you really are... I'm ashamed to say I cared so much about you that I have thrown away relationships that actually matter to me in your defense."

Now it was Justin's turn to be quiet.

"I'll be selling the tickets and meet n' greets I bought for your concert tomorrow night. Maybe when some other girl meets you and sees how self centered you really are, she'll save herself from caring about you, too." She kept going. Her feelings weren't truly this extreme.

Just like Justin, alcohol was running through her bloodstream and making her say things she didn't mean. She would always love and care about him, no matter what.

Justin was staring at her, completely still and silent. "So that's a no on the hotel sex?"

That was it for her. She was up and out of his sight faster than he could finish his sentence, leaving him shocked and alone at the club's bar.

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Sigh.

Why does Bizzle get so problematic??

Love him anyway ♥