Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 69 ~ Adjust To Injustice

(Randy's POV)

I never wanted Rachel to date someone who could fight like me. I never wanted her to be in that sort of company. Fighting company is dangerous company. Fighting company can hurt without meaning to.

You see fights are uncontrollable. They are unpredictable. Fights hold no self-control.

The wrong people can get in the way. They can walk straight into the paths of attack and be hit mistakenly.

That's what nearly happened at the airport. That's what nearly happened to Rachel.

"Justin!!!!! How was your birthday Justin???"

"This way!!!! Justin!!!! What did Rachel get you??"

"Justin!!! How does it feel to be seventeen??!!!!"

Rachel stumbled out of the airport tiredly. Justin led her towards the car and one security guard stood at her right.

"Careful babe,"

Rachel hated candid photos. She hated being crowded and she hated loud noise. The paparazzi bothered her and Justin felt her frustration. He became tense when she became tense. And his tension fueled his temper.

"Ow!"

The paparazzi bumped Rachel and Justin sideways. A cameraman turned to the left and Rachel stood and turned to the right. His camera hit her in the face, cutting her lip, and leaving her with a big, red, bleeding mark.

"JUSTIN!!! NO!!!"

Justin forgot where we were, what we were doing, and how many people were filming us. He was going to hit this man.

"Ben!!!! BEN!!!"

I was too far away to do anything about it but I knew that someone had to. Justin rarely participated in fights, he mostly organized them, but when he fought he didn't think. And when he fought for Rachel he was a fool enraged.

"She's okay!!! Justin!!! She's okay!!!!!!"

"MOVE!"

Ben caught Justin's arm before Justin's fist caught the mans face.

"RACHEL!"

Rachel nearly caught it too. She moved to stop Justin and he moved to hit.

"GET IN THE CAR!!" Ben roared, "GET IN THE FUCKING CAR!"

I know how people fight and I know what angle a person is going to hit someone at before they even throw the punch. Justin had aimed to hit the cameraman in the side of the head. That was a deadly punch. Punches like that could kill.

"Does anybody have any cash?" Ben asked, "Anyone?"

We had to pay the cameramen off. We were lucky that only one person had managed to film Justin's lapse in judgment.

"We don't carry cash" Blaine answered, "None of us do"

"Give him my necklace," Rachel offered, "It's worth a lot of money"

"Yeah" Justin agreed, "Its worth seven thousand dollars,"

I didn't know what was worse, the thought that Rachel was walking around with a seven thousand dollar necklace or the fact that she was staring at Justin like he was some sort of hero.

"Justin, bro," I closed the car door, "You can never punch someone from that angle. You know that"

"He hit my girlfriend,"

"Yeah - accidently"

Justin turned to face me aggressively, "Whose side are you on?"

"Your side," I said, "I'm on your side but -"