I Love My Best Friend (Justin Bieber Love Story) *Editing

Chapter 62

Chantel's POV

4th Deadly Sin

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3 weeks into
Believe Tour
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I couldnt stop thinking about what Sarah said to me on the phone 3 weeks ago. It feels like when I'm around Y/n, I like her.. but when I see her with Justin I envy her her horribly. I tried to keep my mind on my modeling, but I cant. It's hard to do that when you're thinking about a crush you wish you could have. I try not to think about Justin, but I think about him more. It's his personality.

His flirtatious ways.

His smile.

His eyes.

His lips.

His abs.

His ass.

It's everything about him. Now that I actually met I'm in person, I can see why people love him. He's really genuine deep down, if only he did friends with benefits. As sweet as he is, I'm honestly looking for a good fuck. I know I fucked up with Twist, I still love him in my heart, but I'm still the same girl he found out about.

Snapping out of my imagination, I open my door to my room going to the kitchen to get a drink of water out of the refrigerator. Bending down, I grab my water. Next thing I know, a fuck boy is behind me.

"Hey." Za says behind me. I jumped a little in my skin. I gasped frightened, plus it was dark outside and the curtains on the bus was covering the whole inside of bus in shade. "Sorry, did I scare you?" He said. I like him, he's alright. He's cute looking, too.

"Scare me? Nigga, you scared the shit out of me."

"Wow, a white girl saying "nigga" so loosely." Rolling my eyes, I close the door to the refrigerator and place my water bottle on the island in the middle.

"Actually, I have you know that I'm multiracial. I'm black, Native American and French. My father is of the African-American origin. Get to know me before you decide to assume and make an ass out of yourself." Me educating his dumbass didn't even seem to phase him.

"You can afford to have one more daddy in your life, can't you?" He smirks, getting closer.

"It used to be "bros before hoes", but it seems like after two years you wanna try to fuck." Chuckling, Za walks closer to me, trying to lean in and kiss me. I think the fuck not. Dodging his kiss, he stops near my neck. "Hand me my water bottle, please." Za backs up and grab my water bottle from where I put it. "Thanks." I said grabbing the bottle out of his hand.

"No, problem... if you need anything else, just let me know." He smirks, then walks away. Rolling my eyes, I walk out the kitchen. Guys can be such dicks.

Walking past my room, I go to the front, since nobody is really in here. Most of the crew went to the water park, I stayed in here. Even though the water park was closed down for the crew, I still wanted to stay to myself. I hear moans outside of the corner of where I was going to walk to get to the front. Peeking my eye out; I see Justin behind Y/n on the door frame, kissing her neck.

He pulls Y/n's bikini bottom to the side and next thing I know, Y/n's body was rocking. Even though this is gross to look at, I couldn't keep my eyes off Justin. The way he handled things with his hands. He roamed his hand up to her top and grip her left breast, while grabbing her neck with the other. Looking up, I'm met with his eyes. Gasping, I hide in the corner I stopped at. I heard the door slam shut.