JUSTIN'S POV:
It's Halloween night. I'm in my room, looking at myself in the mirror. I'm wearing blue scrubs, a stethoscope around my neck, and latex gloves. I run my fingers through my hair. I have to look good because I know Ely is gonna look good in that nurse costume. There are some people already downstairs; I can hear the music blasting. I don't think El is here yet because she would text me if she was, right? But then again, I remember how excited she's been for this party. She has to be here. I head downstairs to see Ely on the couch next to Ryan, dressed as a hockey player. How original. Ely already has a drink in her hand. I pray it's her first. I walk over to her, and she happily jumps up immediately when she sees me. She looks even better than she did in the dressing room. She paired her costume with an insanely sexy pair of red heels. Her makeup enhances her beautiful features. Her boobs. I spot a red lacy push up bra peeking through the low cut top of her costume. Damn. She throws her gloved hands around my neck, kissing me. It's hard to ignore her chest pressed against mine. She pulls away to greet me. "Justin! You look so hot right now! Wanna fuck?" Yes.
"Ely," I laugh at her drunkenness. Oh Lord. I take her cup from her, sniffing it. It's straight liquor, no chaser. No wonder she's so on. "Who gave this to you?" I ask, knowing her experience with alcohol is limited. She didn't party much in high school, so she's kinda oblivious when it comes to drinking.
"Ryan made it for me," she giggles, reaching for the cup. I don't give it back to her.
"Ry, did you give Ely hard liquor?" I ask.
"She wanted a drink, so I gave her a drink," he answers nonchalantly. "You should be happy, now she's all drunk and slutty for you." I grip him by the neck of his jersey.
"What the fuck is your problem, man?" I ask, getting angry. I see Ely from the corner of my eye. She seems scared, so I ease up, letting him go.
"What's my problem? My problem is you, Justin. You ruin everything for me. Everything. The perfect girl?" he starts, gesturing to Ely. "She wants you. My own fucking girlfriend wants you. Every fucking girl wants you. And if it's not enough, I hang out with Za every freaking morning, yet he still considers you his best friend. You never even acknowledge the guy, you're always with her. What else could you do to ruin my life? You punch me square in my face, breaking my nose and the code of conduct! Christian still lets you play, hell, he begs you to play. And you're not even that good! You fucked us over royally during the last game. But you're still the super star. You're Justin fucking Bieber. You're my problem," he finishes, out of breath and flushed.
I stand there, still. I'm floored by Ryan's aggression towards me. I had no idea. I somewhat feel bad. I don't deserve Ely. And I don't deserve to play after both breaking the rules and playing poorly. I don't know why things always work out for me this way. My mom always says it's my charisma, that I'm naturally personable. But does that make it right? "You're right, Ryan. I don't deserve Ely. I don't deserve Za's friendship. I don't deserve to still be a starter. But can you really be mad at me? I didn't ask -" I say before Ely grabs my arm, cutting in.
"You know what, Ryan? Justin does deserve everything he has. He wakes up everyday, making sure I know how much he values me. He treats me like a fucking goddess. What have you ever done for Selena? You don't even pay attention to her, and then you get mad when she's not satisfied? Fuck that. And that's exactly why Za doesn't consider you his best friend, because your attitude fucking sucks. Za is a genuine fucking person, you think he can't see through your bad attitude? Think again. And Justin is a great player. He carried your ass on the opening game, but you seem to forget that. So what, his temper got the best of him when you were being disrespectful. So what, he had one bad game. Everyone does. Some of us have quite a few, so shut the fuck up and lay off of my man," Ely rants. By now the whole party is silent. My jaw drops. Ryan just got bodied by my girlfriend. God, I love her. I love her, I love her, I love her.
Ryan grabs his drink and heads upstairs to his room presumably. I turn to Ely once the party picks back up. "Did you really mean that, baby?" I ask.
"Every word, babe. Every word," she says before kissing me. She stumbles, falling onto the couch. She's such a cute drunk.
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FanfictionJustin and Elysandra have been best friends for as long as they can remember. But their friendship is put to the test as they both start university together. Will the pressure of college tear them apart, or push them closer than they ever thought po...
