Deadly In Love (A JB fanfic)

Chapter 2

(Justin's pov)
-5pm-
I just saw the most beautiful girl today. She has long, straight blonde hair with dark brown eyes that make me want to stare at her forever. She's pure perfection.
"She's not right for you!" the voices loudly scream in my head.
"You're right. She's innocent, and I'm the criminal," I whisper to myself in the driver's seat. But I want to know her so bad. I wonder what she's like, where she's from. My mind won't stop running with questions.
Maybe I'll see her again, I hope. I need to get myself together; Khalil and Za are waiting for me to pick them up dinner. Why can't they get they get their own fucking food? I'm not their delivery guy.
Who cares. I pull up to McDonald's and order some burgers and fries for all of us, then pull into my apartment. I arrogantly toss the food at them, filled with irritation. I'm not in the mood for anything right now.
"What the fuck man?" Za complains bitterly at me.
"What? I got you food," I glare, tossing a threat at them.
"You didn't have to throw it at us," Za argues stubbornly.
"What the fuck did you just say?!" I snap loudly, feeling coldness freeze my inner warmth.
"Nothin," Za opens the bag and takes out the food.
They both know that I always win an argument, wether by words or by fighting. People are scared of me. I guess because I'm the one that nobody wants to mess with. I don't mind breaking a few bones.
"Bieber, we got plans tonight," Khalil speaks in between bites of his burger.
"More?" I shove a couple fries in my mouth, not really tasting them. I'm just bored.
"No, like, special plans," he has a smirk on his face. Obviously, something I can't ignore.
"What we gon' do?" I eye him for an answer.
"You still have the drugs?" Now I know what he's talking about, getting high.
"Ohh...yeah," I agreeably smirk back at him.
"Go get 'em," Khalil orders after throwing his trash away. I grab three lighters and a packet of meth. One by one, we start to smoke, aiming to float off the ground.
"This shit is awesome," I feel myself landing on a different planet. I have no clue what the fuck is happening. I see stars and rainbow colors blur out my vision. A strange melody is playing in my head so I sway to it. I have no idea what Za and Khalil are doing, but I'm too caught up in enjoying the moment.
(Christie's pov)
I woke up with a headache from crying so hard last night. Damn, I would really love to kill myself. I don't know what's holding me back. All I know right now is that I have no time. I have to go to school. I slip on a pair of white skinny jeans with a light pink sweater. I do my makeup and make sure all my secrets are covered.
My parents are talking at the table, and the conversation looks pretty serious. Benignly, I walk by them, hoping nothing goes down. My teachers want me exactly on time for class, or I'll get detention. I already have enough.
"Hey! get back here!" my mom loudly shouts at me. It doesn't matter anymore. They're gonna either get mad at me, because I ignore them or because I get detention.
"I'm gonna be late," I speak hurriedly and step out.
"Bitch!!" I hear my mom yell through the door, right as I close it. I know they're mad, and I know that I'm in really big trouble when I come back home. Holding the pain in, I wipe a tear from my eyes before it slips. Life is too difficult for me. I'm constantly keeping an eye out for my abusive parents along with my worst enemies at school. I barely eat because 88 pounds is overweight, and I'm only 17 years old. I never feel satisfied with myself. It's like a never-ending cycle. I just want it to stop.
After I enter my school, I quickly gather my stuff for the day before Stephanie comes by and repeats yesterday's incident. I walk to my class, but Stephanie beats me to it.
"I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself yet," she banters sarcastically, her hair falling over her shoulders.
"Was I supposed to?" I ask shakily, but I know the answer. Yes.
"It would be nicer," she smiles evilly at me. I feel the tears start to form; then I try to nonchalantly walk past her.
"Did I say you could go?" Stephanie halts me sharply. I don't answer her in any way.
"That's what I thought," she snaps, then bitterly shoves me down. All my stuff for the day, my books, slammed into me as I land hard on my back. It's just a fall, but it feels like I've just shattered all my bones.
Stephanie victoriously laughs, then takes her boyfriend's hand and walks away sassily. Left alone, I whimper and sniffle to hinder my crying. I can't comprehend the reasons behind all the hatefulness. What did I ever do to anyone?