Being A Braun - (Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 43

'I know something you dont'. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

I paused from eating my breakfast and stared down at the message, deliberating if i should reply and what the response should be. He was such a jerk. I sighed.

ARIANA - What do you mean?

He replied back instantly.

JAI - If you don't comply to my conditions, ill expose him.

What?

Before i could do anything, a picture message came up. I frowned and opened it. My jaw dropped.

On the screen of my phone, was an image of Justin and an African-American guy, who looked about in his early-twenties. They were sitting on a couch, laughing about something, and in Justin's left hand, he was holding a ciggerette. The other guy, who i didn't recognise, was next to him, holding one up to his mouth.
They were sitting around a table, and laid on the glossy, wooden surface was a paper wrapper holding a grass-like substance.

Holy shit.

I felt my head spin: Was that seriously real? Justin was always against any from of drugs or alcohol, i mean he made that quite clear. And i knew pictures could be photoshopped, edited and stuff but no... They looked too real.

I was so disappointed in him, i felt like i had just been given some of the worst news of my life..
Justin and I usually told eachother everything, and i couldn't believe he would keep something like that from me.
I couldn't help thinking maybe it was an addiction, maybe he did it all of the time but this was the only time someone caught it on camera? That led to another question, why dod Jai have the picture? We they hanging out or something?!

"Ariana are you even listening to me?"

I was shocked back into the world by Alfredo, who was staring at me from across the breakfast bar. "Earth to Ri?"

"Oh-um sorry." I stammered, my heart pounding. "Yeah- i, i was totally listening to you."

"I don't think you were." He chuckled, one eyebrow raised. "Did Justin just text or something? You're like that when he texts."

I shakily shoved my phone into my pocket and slid off the stool to scrape my barely-eaten toast into the bin. "No."

As much as i wanted to burst into tears and cry over that picture, i held it in. I had to try and figure this out.

I was mad, because those photos were sickening. It made me feel sick to the stomach at the thought of Justin doing drugs, of any form.
But i knew if i believed them, so would other people. I needed to do whatever i could to get those pictures from Jai, i couldn't risk Justin's career, no matter how mad i was with him.

"Woah are you legit sick? Thats like the first meal i've ever seen you waste." Fredo frowned. He got up from his chair and put a hand on my forehead to check my temperature.

"No im just not hungry."

He didn't look convinced. I felt faint so started shakily walking away from him in the direction of the front door. "I need some air." I swallowed.

"Woah what?" He said. He followed me down the hallway. "Why the sudden attitude change? What just happened?"

"Im fine, i just need a little space okay?" I said. I pushed out of the door and jogged away from him. I heard him call after me.

I got in the car sped out of the driveway, ignoring the gang of paparazzi at the gateway. I held it in for a few minutes, until i finally got away from any paps, then broke down.