I hummed my way downstairs to a song Justin write when he was 13. Justin wasent a singer but that doesn't mean he can't sing.
Baby baby baby ohhhh
Like baby baby baby noooooo
I sang while I took out the eggs I continued to sing.I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me. i tryed hard to ignore him and continued to hum ."you know I wrote that for you" he said "is that so" i smiled "mmmmhmmmm"he hummed "get of bieber im a good girl" I said sarcastically . He turned me around so we were face to face.we were dangerously close."ya know ......good girls are jest bad girls that havent been caught" he smirked . "Really but im not a bad girl" i said incidently . "oh really" he said in a suductive voice "really"i mocking his tone.He was stairing in my eyes.He wrapped his fingers around the cloth a my shirt sleeve. I knew exactly what he was doing i jest wasn't sure if I was okay with it. Usually i was ok with justin checking me but not now. everything was complicated and i had cut deep this month. i needed a quick way out.but there was none .he lifted my shirt sleeve and his face grew angry,sad,disappointment and confusion but the anger showed the most
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this is short yeah yeah i know but dont hate me like and comments /criticism welcome mean or good
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