his dreams || j.b.

fifteen

It had been almost two weeks since Justin's skype with Caitlin in Vegas. His tour had taken over his life again, leaving him little time to think about her.

He never forgot. He never forgot about his promise to himself- the promise that he would make her body his.

He sat in front of his laptop on his tour bus, staring at the screen ahead of him. He began to type a message to her skype account.

'Caitlin, babygirl, u know I miss you. I am sorry if I made u upset. Tour stop in Seattle this weekend. That's near San Francisco kind of. I sent vip's to ur address if u want to come. Just give me a chance to show u how much I miss you.' He pressed enter, leaning back again before running a hand through his hair.

He had to keep reminding himself that he missed her body. Not her. She was an outright bitch in every way, shape, and form.

Justin occupied himself with Twitter for a while after that, replying to a couple of his fans here and there.

He started to get tired. As he closed out of the tabs on his computer, he came across the skype message again. His message to Caitlin had still gone unanswered, but there was something new on the screen just below his message.

Read 10:47 pm.

Glad she had at least seen his invitation, he laid himself down to sleep.

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"I'm so glad you came.. But I'm so pissed that you've been ignoring me." Justin stood in front of Caitlin. He had her pressed against the wall of his dressing room.

"Justin.." She looked up at him, almost taken aback by how close he was.

"You need to understand something, babygirl." His lips were on her neck, traveling up slowly. Leaving kisses along the way. "When I like something, a lot, I make it mine."

"You have to listen to me-"

He cut her off again. "You're mine, Caitlin. Your body is mine. I want it, I get it. Got that?" His voice was low and threatening.

"Its just.. You dont understand." She couldn't lie. He was being hot as hell. She didn't know if he was just playing some sort of kinky game or if he was actually serious. She just assumed the prior. "This isn't a game."

"Oh, Caitlin. I of all people know this is not a game." A sick smirk pulled at Justin's lips.

"I have a boyfriend, Justin. That's why I've been ignoring you. I have a boyfriend."

Justin's smirk was gone in an instant, his face showing no emotion. He didn't move.

"I'm sorry if that upsets you. But you and I were never supposed to be an actual thing. I think you're a jackass and you hate me because I'm a bitch. Right? We both just wanted a fuck that night." She was speaking quickly.

She got nothing in response from Justin. "Justin... right? Say something, Bieber." Her voice held worry now. He wasn't moving. He didn't even seem to be breathing. She pressed herself further into the wall, if that was even possible.

Finally, he managed to pull himself out of his trance. He looked down at her, his grin slowly appearing again.

"Don't worry, babygirl." He smiled with a locked jaw. "I'm not upset."

"Good. Now can you get off of me? You have to get ready to get on stage now anyway." She watched as he slowly pushed off of the wall, running a hand through his hair.

Justin could hear her say a few more words... Good luck or something like that, but they were muffled in his mind. A high pitched ring shot through his eardrums. He watched as she left the dressing room, leaving him alone to prepare for the show ahead.

"I'm not upset." He leaned against the mirror, looking himself dead in the eye.

"I'm fucking livid."

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Yikes. First time having real life and a dream happen in one chapter :)

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