You've Changed... (Justin Bieber) ON HOLD

Chapter 9: Small Talk

~Kennadie's POV~

Next day.

I woke up at 6. Ugh. I have to get ready and take Justins clothes to him. I really don't wanna deal with him.

I went into the bathroom and took a shower. when I got out it was 6:30.

I put on gray sweats that said "Seniors Class Of 2013" on the leg and a black tank top with a white aeropostal sweatshirt. I put on my nikes and brushed my hair and left.

I got to Justins and knocked on the door. I heard feet shuffling inside and a lady opened the door.

"Hi, I'm Pattie." she said

"Hi, is um, Justin here?" I asked feeling nervous.

"yeah, why?" she said. wow, she was nice.

"Well, I borrowed his clothes yesterday and I was just returning them." I said looking away.

"okay. um, he's in his bedroom. He might be sleeping. But his room is up the stairs to the left and its the last door to the right at the end of the hallway." She said motioning me to come inside.

"Thank you." I said starting up the stairs.

"No problem sweetie." she said walking into the kitchen.

I slowly walked down the hall to Justins room looking at all the pictures of people on the wall. I think they were all Justin.

I reached the end of the hallway and knocked on his door.

I heard a faint "Come in." and I opened the door.

I seen him laying down and playing on his phone. I just kinda stood there not knowing what to do.

"Hi." He said standing up.

"Hi." I said just above a whisper. I didn't know what to say.

"Are you ok?" He asked Taking a step closer.

"Yeah, I'm fine. just returning your clothes." I said letting a tear slip down my face.

He took them and said "Kennedie, can we please talk about last night?"

"No, I don't want to." I said turning to walk down the stairs.

All of the sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder and I was turned around really fast kinda losing my balance but caught myself.

"What?" I asked getting irritated.

"Can we please talk about it?" he asked looking me in the eyes.

"Go ahead." I said leaning against the wall. I felt his eyes on me. I didn't want to look at him. I just looked at the wall the whole time.