Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 50 ~ Justin's Doll

(Randy's POV)

There are two ways to hit someone. You can hit them to leave a mark or you can hit them to leave an injury.

The old Randy Green fought to hurt. He knew where to hit you and at what angle to charge. But I wasn't the same fighter that I used to be.

I had hit Oliver only to leave a mark.

I wanted it to look bad so I made it look bloody. Blood confuses people into thinking actual pain has been caused. Blood actually means nothing of the sort.

"Have fun?" Justin asked me afterwards.

"I did what I had to do..."

"I saw him..." Justin laughed, "Ouch..."

Oliver looked like he was in an incredible amount pain. That was a good thing. I wanted Rachel to see the blood and the bruises and i wanted her to think that I had badly hurt Oliver.

"I doubt he will ever vote for you again"

Justin was still under the impression that I had gone after Oliver because he had voted for Monet and me in the final the task. As far as I was concerned Justin could keep believing this lie. The truth was a lot worse.

"Rache," Justin smiled, "C'mere - sit next to me..."

My plan had worked.

After seeing Oliver's fragile state Rachel ran away from her wrong doings and she ran to someone strong. She clung to Justin like a scared little rabbit and she stayed tucked under his arm the entire bus ride back to The Ross Hotel.

Justin was thrilled. He didn't know why he suddenly had Rachel's full attention back on him but he wasn't complaining.

"So I guess the old Randy Green came back to say hi last night?"

"Please," Justin laughed at Rob's joke, "That wasn't the old Randy Green. The old Randy Green never let someone leave a fight walking,"

Rachel rolled her eyes and looked out of the bus window. She didn't like this conversation.

"But you always left walking," Rob frowned.

"I had Ben,"

"Not all the time. You and Green fought a thousand times on your own and you always came back walking"

"I was just that good," Justin joked.

The truth was I had never physically hit Justin to hurt him. Neither of us hit to hurt each other because it never felt right.

"Home sweet home..."

When we got back to the hotel we had little time to unpack. We were all called into the theatre for the next weeks group announcements.

"I swear," Justin sighed, "If I get partnered with Bonnie this week I am actually going to shoot myself in the head..."

Somehow Bonnie always found her way back to us. I didn't mind her as much as Justin did. I was use to her by now and sometimes I even preferred Bonnie's company to Chow's.

"Why did you invite Chow to Miami?" I asked, "Don't you think there's going to be enough awkwardness without him there?"

Miami was now only a week away and I dreaded my awkward reunion with Ryan.

"Chow's not awkward?"

"Justin - the guy's favorite topic is my love life!"

"Well that's not awkward that's funny?"