Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Twelve. (Part Two)

Short just a part two! pretty much enjoy everyone!

(Arianna's P.O.V)

Clamping a hand over my mouth, I silenced my sobs. I should have ran up to them, and slammed him in the face. And then beat the shit out of her. But no. I took any pride I had left, and ran. I ran for my life, I needed to get out of there. I was surrounded by air but felt like I couldn't breath.

My heart felt chattered. I loved this man, I deeply loved this man. And I had to watch and sit there, as his lips connected with some sluts. Why on earth did he even have to cheat?

I gave him everything. Everything that he ever wanted. If he wanted sex. I could have given him sex, he never fucking told me he was ready.

Running down the street, I passed a few cars. Nearly getting hit, but I didn't care. Four months. I wasted four fucking months with him. I continued to sob, as I desperately seeked to get back to my dorm. I wanted out, I wanted out from the world. I just wanted to be alone. I ran quicker then I thought because I swung the main entrance open with so much force, so much anger.

Running towards my dorm room, I fiddled with knob. Looking for my key in my purse. Fuck. I left my keys inside, I must look like an idiot. As girls pass me, I must look utterly stupid. Sobbing as I try to find a way into my room.

"Fuck!" I shouted, banging against the door some more. I didn't want to be in this damn hallway, I wanted to be in my bed. Crying in my bed. Sobbing even louder I rested the back of my head against the door, slowly sliding down. Lifting my knees up to my chest, I sobbed into my knees. How fucked up is this situation?

Minutes later, I finally got myself to calm down, and breathe. I couldn't bare sit on this floor any longer, I needed to think of someone who would have a key. Or who could get me, I texting Carly she's up in town with friends.

Cussing, I grab my phone out of my bag pressing the call button.

(Justin's P.O.V)

I've been trying and trying to figure out how to get Arianna to at least talk to me again, to start not a friendship. But I want our deal back on. I want something for whatever reason, that concert. The way she enjoyed it, the way I enjoyed it. Without a doubt there was chemistry.

Management have been calling me non-stop. And continue to press ignore call, I don't want to get caught up in there shit. Not again, that's how me and Selena started out. Management thought it would be good for publicity and then feelings got thrown into the mix and now. Well, now I'm here today like this.

"Give it a fucking rest!" I shout, hearing my ring tone go off for the hundredth time today. Looking down at my phone I was ready to press ignore, until it read an old friends name

Arianna.

"Hello?"

"Ju-Justin?" Her voice is hoarse, and sweet. I can't help but have confusion written all over my face. "Do you think you could come pick me up?" Is she crying?

"Oh, Hey. Ari are you crying?" I asked hesitantly, confusion written all over my face.

"What the hell does it sound like?" She sobbed, I felt an unsettling feeling in my stomach.  "Plea-Please just come get me.."

"I uh okay. Where are you?" I question

"UCLA Girl dorms B furthest to the right.." She sniffled, shuffling with my things. I throw my wallet into my back pocket. And have my keys hanging off of my fingers. Out of all people she calls me? I can't lie though that makes me slightly giddy.

"Be there soon."