When She Is No Longer Mine «Jason McCann & Justin Bieber»

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Justin - flashback

"Jay, you're tickling me!" Kinsley giggles as I kiss her neck, tickling her sides gently. "Stop it!" She yells.

I smile, sitting up so I'm straddling her waist. I grin down at her as she tries to even out her breathing. "I love you," I sigh happily.

"I love you," she repeats.

"You're so beautiful," I lean down to kiss her lips.

End of flashback

I sigh, leaning back in my seat. "You alright?" The girl beside me asks softly.

I look over at her. "Yeah, thanks," I mumble.

She furrows her eyebrows. "You don't need to lie to me. I mean, you don't need to tell the truth either," she giggles nervously.

"I like your laugh," I smile at her. "I'm Justin."

"I'm Christina," she smiles back at me. "Are you sure you're alright?"

I shrug, "my girlfriend and I broke up awhile ago. I flew out to California to see my brother who she was staying with, ended up staying out there for a few months and she didn't want to come back with me even though we got back together." 

She nods slowly. "Yeah, that's rough. My sister lives in Cali, except I just went to stay with her for a couple weeks."

"Did you have fun?"

She shrugs this time. "Sort of. We went to the beach a few times," she sighs.

"No Disney?" She shakes her head. I use the napkin they gave me with my drink to write my number down on. "Maybe sometime I could take you to Disney," I hand it to her.

Jason

"Well, I'm not Claire, Jason!" Nezther screams at me. "I can't fucking believe you compared me to her!" I watch her face turn red.

"Maybe if you didn't fucking act like her, I wouldn't!" I shout back.

This makes her entire demeanor change. She sits on the bed, staring at the floor. "I don't act like her," she mumbles. "SHE CHEATED ON YOU AND BROKE YOUR HEART, I DIDN'T!"

I flinch at the unexpected tone change. "Yeah?" I laugh dryly. "YOU MADE PLANS TO GO OUT TO LUNCH WITH ANOTHER MAN!"

"MY SUPERVISOR WHO WANTED TO TALK TO ME ABOUT COMING BACK TO WORK, JASON! I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK, HE'S TRYING TO MAKE IT SO I CAN WORK FROM HOME!"

I breathe heavily, too irritated to even thing straight. A migraine settles in my head as I can tell it is Nezther's. "Fine, Nezther," I growl. "Whatever you want to fucking say, just say it. I know you aren't going to tell the truth, I know you aren't going to fucking tell me anything, just get out of my face."

"YOU KNOW WHAT!? I WISH I DID! I WISH I WASN'T EVER STUPID ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT YOU TRUSTED ME! I HATE YOU!"

Without another word, she stands up and rushes out of the room only to slam the door in the process. I let out a grunt and throw myself onto the bed. Nezther's phone starts ringing from it's place on the nightstand. I reach over at grab it.