•DISCONTINUED• As Long As You Love Me

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen:

Jennifer's Point Of View:

Its been a week, and I'm beginning to think Justin is ignoring my phone calls. But why? He's the one that told me he didn't want this space.

"Hello?" Ryan answered his phone.

At least he isn't ignoring me. "Hey, Ry." I smiled.

"Jenni! Hey, how're you?" He asked.

"Fine.. How about you? And Chaz? And um.. Justin?" I asked.

"We're all fine."

"Really? Because I've been trying to call Justin, and he doesn't answer." I said, playing with the ends of my hair.

"Oh... Oh, really? I-I don't really know why, um..." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Ryan? What are you keeping from me?" I asked. Something is up. Something has to be.

"What? Me? Keeping something from you?" He scoffed. "Never. You know I.. would never..." He sighed.

"Ryan, stop lying. Tell me what you're keeping from me!" I whined.

"He... He's kinda, ya know.."

I narrowed my eyes, and swallowed the lump in my throat. "He's with someone else.. isn't he?" I asked.

"What?! No! No, he's not with someone else, but you might wish he was after you find out what has actually been going on.." He sighed.

"So tell me."

"He-" He was cut off by a voice yelling in the background. I furrowed my eyebrows as I listened.

"Aye! Ryan!" It was Justin.

"Justin.. Justin, stop." Ryan groaned. "Fuck, Justin, seriously?!" He said.

Justin laughed. "Oops!"

"Justin this shit isn't funny, go lay down or something. Just go to sleep." Ryan sounded frustrated.

"Hey its my drink that was spilled, not yours. Untie your panties, would ya? Enjoy the party!" Justin exclaimed.

"Party? You're at a party?" I asked. I don't hear any music.. Or any other people.

"No," Ryan sighed. "Its just Justin thinking he's at a party." He said.

I sighed, and ran my fingers through my hair. "This makes no sense, what do you mean he thinks he's at a party." I asked.

"Justin, get off the table!" Ryan yelled. "I'm never having kids.." He whispered.

"Ryan, what is going on?" I asked.

"Jen, I really can't--"

"Jen? Is that Jennifer?" I heard Justin ask. "Let me talk to her!" He exclaimed.

"Justin I don't think that's a good idea..." Ryan warned. I sat up in my bed.

"Lemme talk to her! She's my girlfriend." Justin exclaimed. "Ow..." He groaned. "My ass..."

"Justin? Hello?" I asked.

"Jen? Hey!" He sang. "How.. How are you?" He slurred. I shook my head.

"Justin Drew Bieber, are you drunk?!" I yelled.

"And high! High up in the clouds!" He laughed. "Are you drunk, Jennifer?" He became serious for a second, before laughing again.

"No, you idiot, I'm not drunk! What the hell are you doing getting drunk?!" I yelled.