Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

XVI

XVI.
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Song of the chapter:
Thinking About You by Ariana Grande
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It only took about thirteen seconds into us driving for the guilt to set in about not going to the party with Justin. He was right; there would be other parties. But I knew he wanted to take me and I felt bad for altering his plans.

"You're not drunk, are you?" I asked, hoping he wasn't driving around with me in the car if he was. I didn't know his limit when it came to alcohol consumption.

He chuckled and I looked over at him, noticing one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding his head while his elbow rested on the window sill. For being someone who was so evil and terrible and, well, just about everything else negative, he was really good at hiding it if any of it was true. There were times he was sort of an ass, but what teenage boy isn't?

"Kennedy, I had one drink," his eyes momentarily found mine before looking back out the dashboard window. "I don't feel a thing, I promise. Do you think I'd drive drunk with you in the car?"

Oh, god. Please don't turn into another fight like the last time. I just want tonight to be kind of normal.

"Well, no, I mean, I don't know you so I guess I can't really say. I guess I really hope you wouldn't drive drunk with me in the car."

He nodded. "Fair enough. But I promise, I don't do that stuff. I'm not stupid."

"I know. We discussed that the other day," I mumbled, reminiscing on just the other day when he had assumed I was calling him stupid because I asked him why he didn't go to school. I still hadn't fully understood that, and I wasn't sure if I ever would.

Sighing, he stayed silent for a moment while chewing the inside of his cheek. "Sorry about that. I wasn't having the best day, and I took it out on you for no reason."

Justin Bieber is saying sorry? To me?

"It's alright," I fiddled with the hem of my skirt. "I get like that sometimes, too."

"Shit happens," his voice was timid, but knowing. I knew he had been through quite a bit with his parents not being around and people at school having so many perceptions of him and all of that, but I couldn't feel too badly. I didn't really know anything about him yet. The things I did know were very vague.

My mind wandered when I knew it was going to be silent for a little longer. I thought about how I hated going to that party, and how I hated how awkward and forced everything felt. Everyone stuck to their groups of people, even though the purpose of parties was to mingle. I didn't quite understand. I also thought about how I wanted to experience a little fun. I wanted to feel a little drunk and do something stupid. I mean, getting in the car with a stranger and going to his house was pretty stupid, but so far I had nothing exciting to experience.

Maybe I should have just stayed at the party with Anna. Or maybe I should have gone to that other party with Justin. Why did I tell him I didn't want to? Maybe I should tell him I changed my mind . . .

Before I could suggest anything, Justin's car slowed down and he made a slow right turn into an apartment driveway. I looked up, noticing that he lived in the nicest apartment complex that Elmwood had. Just by looking at it, I could tell right away that it was definitely not a cheap place to live.

"I didn't know you lived here," I stated as I unbuckled my seatbelt. "These apartments are so nice. I always think that when I drive by."

Justin shrugged. "They're not bad."