Peyton's P.O.V.
"Will you both head upstairs for a moment, I have to talk to Peyton's parents". Pattie smiled sweetly as we walked through the front door.
"Sure". Justin grabbed my hand yanking me up the stairs.
"Door open". My dad yelled as he poked his head around the corner so he could be seen. My cheeks flushed red and I giggled softly.
"Just wait soon I'll be moving out and we can be all alone". Justin winked shutting his bedroom door. Knowing him he could care less about rules at times. I ran to the bed diving on top of the sheets. My face smacked gently against the many pillows placed at the top. I just layed their for a moment taking in the light sent of laundry detergent and Justin's cologne. It was a pretty calming smell actually.
"What are you doing". Justin chuckled as I felt the edge of the bed go down while his hand was placed on the back of my thigh. I didn't feel like speaking so I kept my mouth shut.
"Please don't tell me your still mad at me". His voice dropped to a husky whisper. Sure I was still a little upset with him. My self esteem was never really the highest and he knows all of the shit Drew has put me through. So when he said all of that to me today a little piece of me broke. We had our share of fights but he hasn't mentioned me being a slut and today he was going towards that.
I rolled my head to the side peaking at Justin with my hands still covering my face. I watched him slid off his shoes a thud being heard shortly after. He leaned on his side supporting all his body weight with his arm. He pushed himself further up onto the bed laying right beside me. His finger started jabbing the side of my stomach as he called my name.
"Peyton". Poke. "Peyton". Poke. "Peyton". Poke. If this boy touched me one more time I wouldn't hesitate to chop off his finger. His finger repeatedly hit my stomach he edged closer to my face I could tell he was only inches away. His hot breath blew on my neck sending shivers down my body.
"Peyton". He whispered kissing just below my ear. Don't give into the temptation Peyton don't give in. He gave me many quick kisses down my neck before gently scraping his teeth across my skin.
"Justin". My voice came out high pitched.
"Mhm". He hummed against my neck.
"Stop". I'm surprised I could actually say that simple word let alone a sentence.
"I'll stop if you talk to me". His hand moved down my back stopping near my ass.
"I'm still angry with you". I removed my face from being pressed against the sheets propping it up against my palm leaning on my elbow.
"Why". He pouted pulling me closer to him.
"One being you fought with Drew and two because of the incident that happened in the car". I pushed away from him squirming away from his grasp.
"Okay you want to talk lets talk". His face turned red hopping of the bed in a hurry. I have never seen him become this angry in this short speck of time. He paced the room several times running his fingers roughly through his hair.
"What do you expect me to do when your ex shows up at my door asking for you, huh"? He stared down at me. "Because I'm sure as hell not letting him touch you, I've seen with my own eyes what he has done to you"! He shouted making me jump. "I wouldn't be surprised if that sickos is watching your every move".
"Maybe your the reason behind all his problems"! I stood from the bed.
"I caused all of this? your blaming me"? Justin smacked his chest looking shocked at my response.
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