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You've been there for Justin as a friend,your shoulder for him to cry on,his motivater,his lover. You realized that you love Justin as a best friend but you now love him as a boyfriend....ev...
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Justin's POV
Sugar on your lips, it's hard to kill
Walking in the house, Y/n damn near closes the door on me. I throw my keys on the couch and roll my eyes. She's having one of her days where she think she can just lash out on me whenever she feels like it. That shit gotta stop. "Y/n, don't start this shit.. I really don't wanna argue." I warn, sitting down at the kitchen table after getting me a beer out the refrigerator.
"No, you started this bullshit!" She yells back, sitting in the living room. Long story short, she's mad because of the way I handled things at the mall today. A Fuck boy came up to her flirting in my face, so I dealt with it. The end. "You didn't have to grab me like that and talk to me that way, Justin!"
"I didn't even grab you that hard, Y/n. Calm the fuck down." Rubbing my temples, I began getting a huge ass headache. "Excuse me?" Y/n says getting up. Here we go again. "This is exactly what I'm talking about, you will not talk to me like I'm some bitch trying to ride your dick. I'm your girlfriend." She explains, standing in front of me waving her hands this way and that way.
"Y/n, even if I'm talking to you in a calm, gentle way, you still wanna yell and bitch about stuff. But when it's on the other hand it's a problem from me? Okay, then." Getting my beer, I began walking upstairs to calm down, before I lose my shit south this girl. "Ugh! You're just like Mark! Both of you inconsiderate assholes are so controlling!" Stopping in my tracks, I suddenly squeeze the neck of the bottle for dear life. Turning back around, I slam the bottle on the table, walking up to Y/n.
"Don't you ever, compare me to that fuck bitch ever again, Y/n!" I warn with so much hate and venom in my words. If anything, I hate being compared to that bitch. "What's wrong? It's the truth isn't it? Is that why you're mad? You both may hate each other but one thing y'all have in common is being controlling!" My hands started shaking, my whole body was shaking. My hands started to ball up, I wanted to punch something.. someone.
"Fuck you, Y/n! Since you wanna compare me to Mark, I'm gonna show you just how "alike" we are!" Grabbing my jacket and keys, I began leaving out. "Don't be fucking surprised if I fuck some other bitch since we are "just alike"!" And with that, I slammed the door.
I start pacing back and forth, I'm so fucking heated right now. I would never put my hands on Y/n, even if I'm this pissed off. She brought me to thinking about it, yeah. But I couldn't do that, she would never forgive me. I stopped pacing and stared at the brick wall in front of me. Suddenly, my knuckles collided with the hard stone. I yelp, grabbing on to my hand. Looking at it, I see that my middle knuckle is completely fucked up, the rest are bruised badly.
Unlocking the car, I get in and immediately drive off.
