key to my heart | jariana

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Justin smirked nodding. He turned his attention towards Ryan G and Alfredo, who had confused looks on their faces. "We call this the JCR prank."

Ariana's eyes opened, a pain shooting through her head, making her groan.

What happened last night? she thought to herself, trying to prop herself up with her elbows, but there was something holding her down. Looking down at her body, she saw a muscular, tattooed arm wrapped around her waist. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was and whose hoodie she was wearing.

"Justin!" she yelped, immediately regretting it as her headache worsened, feeling like someone just banged on her head with a hammer.

The boy bolted upright, releasing the girl. He moaned quietly, rubbing his eyes while replying, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?!" Ariana repeated, crawling out of the covers, her feet touching the cold ground.

Her hands flew to her head, rubbing her temples in frustration and because of the throbbing headache she was having. She paced back and forth; Justin's eyebrow shooting up.

"My head feels like it's going to explode, I'm wearing your hoodie," she yelled, tugging at Justin's clothing on her petite body, making the hoodie look bigger than it was. "And I woke up in bed with you shirtless! I think there's a lot wrong here!"

Justin chuckled lowly, leaning off the edge of the bed, pulling Ariana back onto the bed. "You need to calm down, Ariana." She opened her mouth to protest that there was nothing to be calm about, but he placed a finger on her lips. He continued, "I'm going to go get you something for your head and explain everything to you. Okay?"

She nodded hesitantly. Justin smiled at her, propping up a pillow against the headboard, making her lean herself on it while he went outside to the kitchen.

He walked back into the room with an aspirin pill and a glass of water. Handing the two items to her, he walked back to his side of the bed and crawled next to her, watching her pop the pill in her mouth and drowning the cup of water. She smiled at him gratefully, placing the empty cup on the bedside table.

"Alright.. Ariana, start off with what you last remember. And I'll start from there."

She pulled her legs up to her chest, playing with the strings of hoodie. Justin licked his lips as his eyes wandered further up the bottom of the hoodie that had ridden up. "Well, I remember around 1am or something, I left the hotel and went to the Lion's Nightclub? Then I met this guy at the bar, I forgot his name.. I think it started with an A?"

"Andy," Justin muttered, his hands balled into fists, eyes darkening.

"Hmm?" Ariana sounded, looking over at him, confused.

His face immediately softened, though his hands remained in fists. "Sorry, you can continue."

"I met him, talked to him for a bit, all that stuff. Then he offered to buy me a drink. I told him I didn't drink alcohol, and he said it wasn't. He gave me this really funky smelly drink, but I didn't think a lot about it. He asked me to dance after I finished the drink, and everything else is a blur."

The blonde's face turned red, his teeth clenched, scaring the brunette. "Justin?" She placed a hand on his arm, tightening it a bit, feeling how tense he was.

He instantly calmed down at her touch. "Sorry," he apologized again, mentally slapping himself for getting worked up again.

"Did something happen between you and A-Andy?" Justin stared at her, his face expression lifeless. He nodded slowly. "What happened?"