Babysitting My Ex's Kids [Jelena/Justlena]

Babysitting My Ex's Kids {Sixteen} [Jelena/Justlena]

As expected, that same old question ('What did Sasha do?') was torturing me whole day long, even when the kids came back from kindergarden and demanded for me to make them burgers. Yes, I had to do it. I mean, there was one guess in my mind but I couldn't believe Sasha would do that. She is so sweet and nice and all!

„Justin?!" I called out from downstairs but I got no reply. I took a quick glance at the kids who were preoccupied with eating hamburgers and than quickly climbed up the stairs and barged in his room. „Justin?" I asked a little gentlier.

He was sitting on the bed, like frozen, and staring at some kind of picture that turned out to be the one from his and Sasha's wedding. „What?!" he coldly snapped at me, putting the picture away. 

„I... I wanted to ask you if you wanted to eat along with Rosalie and Jackson..." I quietly chocked out, not surprised by his tonna a bit. Justin always was bossy, rather demanding, even when we dated back in high school he was like that and got me wrapped around his finger. You could say that I've been sabotaged since he got me smitten so fast I had no idea what I got into. That was Justin's speciallity. He always knew what he wanted and how to get it.

„Selena, have you loved me?" Justin suddenly asked me, causing me to freeze right there on the spot, slightly widening my moca orbs at his direction. Why was he asking that? Did he want it to pain me? To put some salt on the wound?

„W-What?" I slightly suttered, hitting the cold wall behind me. He swiftly got up from the bed, taking a step closer as he muttered, firmly: „Have you loved me?" He did an emphrasis on every single word.

„Why are you asking me that?" I shivered while realizing he is so close I could feel his breath on my skin and that familiar scent of his cologne filled my nosebrows. „I just want to know..." he smirked at me, placing his both palms on the wall so I was trapped between the wall and him. I couldn't believe wehat he was doing... 

I coldly stared up at him, saying: „Yes, Justin, I did love you. But, loving you obiously wasn't enough, was it?"

„Selena..." he wanted to say something but stopped, obiously running out of words.

„It's okay, Justin. It's the past. I obiously wasn't good enough for you so you ranned off to some bimbo who will give you sex 24/7. Right? Well, I moved on. And, you did too."