Afterlight ✔️

chapter thirteen

— Chloe Romano

I followed my first instinct.

Roughly, I took Dean by the jaw, pulling him in for a kiss and slipped my tongue into his mouth. I felt like I was too pushy, throwing Dean completely off guard. I tilted my head to the side to feel him kiss me back meanwhile Justin's eyes bore into my back. After awhile, I let go to find that Justin was standing at the front door, with his expression as pitiful as ever. I snatched myself out of Dean's arms to finally face my fears, walking up the path to the house to come face to face with Justin.

"I came to get my belongings." I mumbled, walking right past Justin who reeked of beer.

He followed me into the house, keeping a close distance behind me, as I walked to the couch to collect my things. "Julia, wait." Justin followed me down the hall. "Please, don't leave. I was worried."

"Why the hell would you be worried?" I shouted at him, all the anger I had towards him started to rise.

"Because..." He let out a sigh of mourn.

"Because is not an appropriate answer, Justin Bieber."

"I told you multiple times, my name is Jay!" He hissed as the veins in his neck tensed up.

"Like I care." I rolled my eyes, turning around to walk to the living room. I didn't even want to talk to him, the plan was getting my clothes and get the hell out as fast as possible.

Clutching my forearm, Justin stopped me from walking. His honey eyes bore into mine, silently begging me to listen to what he had to say. "I am truly sorry for slapping you, I swear–"

"Listen, Justin. I don't care, I found a place to stay." I snatched my arm away from him.

"At Dean's? Why the hell were you with him?"

"I wanted to get the hell away from you!" I snapped, trying to walk as far away from Justin as possible with my duffle bag in my hand. Suddenly, I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I cropped up to see Justin sitting on top of the countertop, trying his personal best to get me to stay.

"Julia, please."

"What do you want from me? You treated me like shit most of the times, you didn't really want me around you. And now you're begging me to stay with you? Do I look fucking stupid to you?" I pointed a finger at him, his face hard and concentrated on mine.

"You don't even understand what Dean could do to you." He glanced into my eyes, trying to make me feel sympathetic.

"I do." I lied, having no clue what he was talking about.

"No, you fucking don't! You're so fucking naive, you believe anything." He screamed, his cheeks began to flush red and his expression screamed distemper.

"I am not naive!"

"You run around from car to car, aimlessly getting in them with people you don't even know!" He shouted through the house. I peeked outside to see Dean, leaning on his car.

"I'd much rather stay with Dean than with you, I trust him." I hissed, snatching my arm away from him once again.

"You've known him for a day." He spat, jumping off of the counter to come closer to me.

"I'm not saying I trust him, fully. I'm saying I trust him more than I'd ever trust you." I told him, placing my hand on my right hip.

"You don't get it!" He rolled his eyes, throwing his hands up in the air.