Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Sixteen.

(Arianna's P.O.V)

We ended up going to the Mayan, a club/bar type of feel. The music wasn't blasting to loud which was perfect for my taste, I liked that it wasn't a full on club. It had a little dance area, with it's little bit of music but it was mostly a bar type of feel, flat screens, peanuts at the bar everything I kind of miss at home.

"Are you okay?" Carly asks me over the music, I nod my head. I just really need a drink, it'll take my mind off of things. 

"Just need a drink." I tell her, I'm not planning on getting faded, or however you'd put it. I just want some of it in my system, I want to have a little bit of fun. A cute bartender asks what we'd like, Carly knowing me so well orders us a couple shots. With my favorite fruity, blend beverage. 

After a few shots, I've never felt better. The weight has been lifted off my shoulders, I don't have a care in the world. I can hear Carly scolding me for making out with this guy right now. But I'm young. I need to live like I'm young, I'm tired of living in a damn box all the time.

I want to be me.

Being yanked away from the attractive man, I am forced into a fit of giggles. Hiccuping I give Carly the best puppy eyes I can muster, her face soften immediately.

"Look. I know you're going through shit right now Ari but getting wasted isn't going to solve anything."

"Don't be such a Debbie downer." I slurred, taking another sip of my fruity alcoholic beverage. "Oh no you don't." Grabbing the drink right out of my hand, Carly pushes it far, far away scowling I push her arm off of me.

"You brought me here to drink now let me at it will ya!" My thoughts are cloudy, and I may have said I didn't want to get pissed face drunk. But. I lied. The dizzy feeling and the warmth in my stomach just aren't quite sufficed yet. I could use a little more.

"Ari! Look at you. You're pissed face drunk, if you don't stop I'm taking you back." Pointing an accusing finger at me, I slouch in my stool. Scowling deeply as I cross my arms over my chest, mumbling a series of cuss words.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I mumble, a scowl currently still spread across my face. I hear her sigh as she stands up. I put a hand up to her shoulder stopping her. "I want to go alone." I hiss, nodding her head. She puts her mouth into a thin line sitting back down.

Fuck. This is why I never usually get drunk. I'm a total bitch, and I don't even mean to. She was nice enough to bring me here, and I had to ruin it within the first two hours. I wobble my way to the bathroom, grabbing onto the wall for support. Now, I am not totally drunk cause I can function. I just need some damn water before I walk out of this place. Holding onto the sink, I look at myself in the mirror sighing. Turning on the facet I splash my face with water cooling me down quickly.

"Arianna!" Carly comes barging into the girls bathroom frantically, furrowing my eyebrows. I give her a what the fuck look. "I uh think you're going to want to see this.." She trails off grabbing my arm and leading me back to the front of the bar.

"Wh-what are you talking about.." I sigh, "Can I get a glass of water?" I ask the bartender nodding his head he grabs me, taking a sip. I look to where Carly is pointing. Squinting my eyes, I spit out the water in front of me.

"I-Is that you and um-"

"Mhmm." 

(Justin's P.O.V)

I truley am in deep shit.

The look on scooters face tells me this is no good, now yes. Scooter is my manager. But we also have management that overthrows scooters judgment, if that's a good way to put it. Anyway, they've been constantly calling us up, bombarding us with questions.