Addicted to You// Jonas Bridges (editing)

Chapter 29

Lausyn's POV**
"Hey AJ?" I ask him, snapping my fingers in front of his face.

We were at the beach in Santa Monica, but his eyes kept landing on hot women with big boobs and butts.

"What?" He snaps back to reality, and I sigh.

I glare at him and he knits his eyebrows together.

"What is your problem?"

"You don't see me looking at the other hot guys here at this beach!" I shout.

"Lausyn, get a grip." He laughs out.

"No, AJ. You get a grip. You were a mistake!" I yell, tears forming in my eyes. I have yet to pull myself together.

"You know what Lausyn? I don't have time for your sh-tockiemushrooms. I'll see you later." He grunts and walks away.

What the frick?

I scoff at his words.

I just let him walk off.

I sigh to myself and look down to the ocean.

"Where's AJ going?" I hear a soft voice say from behind me.

"Oh, hey Mom." I laugh lightly, looking up at her.

"But for real, where is AJ going? The concert is in a couple hours and y'all need to get ready soon." She informs me and sits down beside me.

"Thanks mom, but I don't think that AJ is coming back.." I confess and she looks at me blankly.

"What do you mean 'he isn't coming back'?" She says starting to get a little angry.

"We broke up?" I say and it ends coming out as a question. I don't know if we did.

"Lausyn... sweetie. We need AJ. I'm gonna go get him." She says standing.

I pull her down.

"We don't need AJ, mom," I roll my eyes. "You just love him and don't want me to loose this one."

"That is so not true." She shrieks.

"Oh but it is."

"Well, whatever. Don't stay out here for too long. You need to be back at the hotel in about an hour." She tells me and walks back to the hotel which isn't too far from here.

I sigh and lay down on my towel.

"Hey, are you Lausyn McBride?!" I hear someone say and I sit up.

It was a girl in a light pink bikini, putting her hands up to her face excitedly.

"Um. Yes, hello." I smile, slipping my sunglasses down my nose.

"Hi! I'm a huge fan of yours!" She smiles.

"Oh it's nice to meet you." I reply.

"Can I get a picture?" She asks.

"Um sure." I say and stand to take a selfie.

"Awesome. Cool." I whisper to myself.

"Can you follow me on Instagram?" She asks. Gosh. She's needy.

"Um.. I'll try?" I ask, not really use to reacting to fans.

"Thank you!" She squeals and runs off.

I laugh to myself. I could have handled that better.

I sit back down on my towel, and my phone buzzes.

Ugh. Can't I just be left alone?

I pick my phone up and see a message.