Do You Really? (Justin Bieber fanfic)

Chapter 23

A/N: HEY :D GOSH THIS DAYS I HAVE BEEN HAPPY AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY :P, WHAT ABOUT YOU? HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? :D I HOPE YOU HAVE BEEN FINE AND HAPPY TOO :)

I WILL GIVE YOU THE PROLOGUE OF 'ANGEL' AFTER THIS CHAPTER AND I WILL PUBLISH IT TOO :D IT STARTS WHEN THIS ONE ENDS WHICH IS STILL MORE 20+ CHAPTERS SO DON'T WORRY :P

DEDICATION TO WHOEVER COMMENTS

Ashley's P.O.V

Someone taps my shoulder making me turn around and I groan as I see Claire, I send her cold glares and she chuckles.

"What?" She smirks and I step closer to her.

"You are a fucking bitch" I say and her eyes widen, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"I told you he is mine" She says as she steps back, but I step closer to her.

"He is not yours, he is not mine either, he doesn't belong to anyone" I say and she laughs out loud.

"Oh please, he has been in love with me since forever, he is with you to make me jealous, that's all" She says and this time I laugh.

"Oh really? Is that why he laughs about you all the time? Saying you look like a clown" I smirk and she gasps.

"You bitch, you are lying" She says, this time she steps closer to me, towering me because she is taller than me.

"Am I really?" I snicker and the next thing I know we are fighting, she is on top of me pulling my hair, I push her from on top of me and get on top of her, I hear the people shout 'fight', but I just ignore them.

"You bitch !" She yells and I throw a punch to her face. I know how to defend myself, my dad taught me, he said to never use it, unless someone is really asking for it.

I was about to punch her again, but someone stopped me by grabbing my hand, I turn around and I see Justin, but because he distracted me, Claire took it as an opportunity and pushed me from on top of her.

"Stop !" Justin yells as he holds Claire, I get up from the floor and glare at Justin, he lets go of Claire and grabs my wrist, dragging me upstairs, everybody yelling and cursing him for stopping their entertainment.

"Stop, let go" I try to let go of his grip, but he is stronger, he stops when we get to upstairs and opens a door, closes it as he sees a couple making out, he opens another one and walks inside as there is no one there.

He sits me on the bed and goes to the bathroom that is connected to the room, I suck on my lower lip and scrunch up my nose as I taste my blood, that whore, I need to fucking kill her!!

"Don't you even dare on going back" He says reading my mind, he comes back with some first aid in his hands and takes a chair from next to him while and sits in front of me, he wipes the blood from my lip slowly and throws the tissue, he scans my face and cups my face moving my face side to side, I furrow my eyebrows as it seems weird and he sighs.

"Why did you fought with her?"  He asks me and I take his hands off my face.

"Because she kissed Aaron" I say and he frowns.

"But fight? Ashley you don't fight, you talk things through" He says and I roll my eyes.

"Well I'm tired of talking, that bitch deserved it" I say and he sighs.

"What's wrong?" He asks and I scoff.

"What's wrong is, that everybody stabs my back" I say and he shakes his head.