⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"We'll see about that."

JUSTIN'S POV

Arriving at the public gym that was located further downtown, {Y/N} had parked my car in a decent sized parking lot across the street that was reserved just for gym members. Thankfully we could find a parking space because usually around this time, it's fucking packed. Luckily, on this particular Saturday, people had other plans.

The vehicle came to a complete stop, a slight buck in our movement happening. My gaze drifted from the road in front of me to the side of {Y/N}'s face. I watched her gather her belongings that she planned on taking with her as I admired her workout fit in the process. For some reason, a girl driving a race car gets me all shaken up and turned on. The vibe I get is that you're a sucker for money and you'll get what you want because you're just intimidating to many. You enjoy being independent and you come up with master plans to solve the case of an unpleasant situation you're in. You can be extremely seductive when it comes to reaming clueless dudes in to get what you want. Using your attractiveness as an advantage. The list goes on.

"You look so badass right now. Looking so determined and watching you drive my car. Yum." I intentionally lick my lips before looking her up and down, awaiting her reaction.

"I don't understand what's so special about it? I'm just driving." She laughs before glancing at the passing cars on the other side of the road and I just grin at her.

"Well since you have me so whipped, everything about you seems to be special." I say sincerely, making her blush in response.

I grabbed my water bottle from the cup holder that was already sweating from the cubes of ice I put in it earlier at home. Smoothing my hand through my hair, I step out of the passenger's seat, being cautious of my door not scraping the paint off the car beside me. Only God knows how I'd react if a scratch the size of an ant ruined this paint job. I love this baby just as much as I loved {Y/N} and it's my responsibility to equally take care of them the same. At first, I was unsure of {Y/N} driving my car but she knows what she's doing. I've witnessed her driving skills when she would take me along car trips with her.

My workout fit consisted of a thin, white tank top and black basketball shorts with a pair of nike roshes. I'd most likely wear this back at home if I was having a chill day by switching between taking naps, binge watching Netflix, and destroying my kitchen of eating everything that comes to mind.

{Y/N} wore black leggings along with a black sports bra along and her running shoes. The sports bra suited her perfectly, making me crave to squeeze her boobs firmly. Every few seconds I would send a quick glance at her ass.  Wasn't too big, wasn't too small. As long as I can grab it is all that matters.

My arm hung carelessly around {Y/N}'s neck, walking in sync towards the huge gymnasium in the distance as we walked closer to the building.

"Hopefully there's not a lot of guys in here." She murmurs to herself but loud enough for me to hear.

"Why do you say that? People come here all the time." I ask, a small grin tugging at the side of my lips in confusion.

"Yeah, I know but when there's a shit load of guys left and right, you get defensive and I can sense the jealousy in you when they look at me, even if it's just for two seconds. Not to be a dramatic wimp or anything but I'd probably be more comfortable if there's more girls in there." She rambles as she twirls the ends of her hair, her belongings in her other hand.