his dreams || j.b.

eighteen

"Caitlin, why are you calling me?" Justin leaned forward on his couch, resting his elbows on his knees as he held the phone to his ear.

"I've been seeing the news." He heard her sigh.

"If you're calling me to give me some intervention speech, it isn't going to work. Try again next time." He went to hang up the phone, but stopped when he heard her again.

"Justin, don't hang up. Please." She spoke quickly. "I'm sorry I've been ignoring you."

"Whatever." He shook his head. "I dont need you anymore anyway."

She sighed. "You needed me?"

"Don't get all flattered. I needed your body." Justin clarified with a scoff. "Until I realized you weren't the only walking fucktoy on this planet."

"Excuse-"

"Until I realized you had an attitude to high heaven and I didn't need to deal with your bitching every time I talk to you." Justin didn't stop.

"You-"

"Until I realized you had a boyfriend."

She was silent this time. More importantly, though, so was he.

She had never told him she had a boyfriend. It had only been like that in his dream. His dreams were starting to blur into reality so fast that he didn't even know what to think.

The silence held for probably close to a minute. Justin was afraid of what was coming next.

"How did you know?" She whispered.

He hung up the phone quickly, dropping it onto the coffee table in front of him like it was a ticking bomb.

Getting to his feet, he started to pace, like he always did when he was angry. Or confused. Or stressed. Or freaked out.

How did he know?

His mind was running wild. He knew how he found out about her having a boyfriend. His dreams had told him that much.

But how?

His phone rang again, and he stopped his pacing. He just stared at the screen before grabbing the phone, against everything his body was telling him.

"Are you seriously throwing a tantrum because I have a boyfriend, Bieber?" Caitlin snapped into the phone, making Justin pull it away from his ear an inch or two.

"You didn't tell me you had a boyfriend!" He returned her tone.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was my job to tell you everything that was going on in my life! In case you didn't notice, Bieber, we hate each other. You are just as much of a fucktoy to me as I am to you."

"Then why the fuck did you call me today in the first place?!" His chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. He was getting all worked up. "To see if the headlines are true? To see if I really am locking myself in my house all day getting high to no end? To see if I really do visit brothels?" He laughed, almost wickedly. "Guess what bitch, it's all true. It's who I am."

"Guess what, asshole, you're fucking insane and if you don't stop calling me all the time I am going to have you arrested for it." She spat in response, taking a moment to collect her thoughts. "You can't seriously be this upset because I have a boyfriend and I didn't tell you."

Justin ran a hand through his hair, just laughing to himself again. "I'm not upset. Bye, Caitlin."

The phone call ended there. Caitlin was left annoyed and pissed. He always hung up on her.

Justin was left to stare at himself in the mirror that hung on one of the walls of his living room. He clenched his jaw, not even registering the words in his mind before they left his lips.

"I'm fucking livid."

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His dreams are starting to really get to him, guys. They are blurring into real life. Things are starting to pick up. Yikes is all I have to say.

Thank you for the continued support!

What do you think of me making this book first person from Justin's POV when I rewrite it? I think yes.