Izzy's POV
The flight honestly wasn't so bad, after Cameron started talking to me it didn't really feel like I was on a plane at all. You know, when I think about it, Cameron has always been nice to me. He's never hit me, or yelled at me, if anything he's tried to help me more than anyone..
Getting to the hotel, we all checked in and went into our rooms. Of course, I was stuck with Justin.
Setting the one bag I had down, I sat on the bed and looked at him, folding my arms.
"What are you looking at?" He spat in my direction.
"Not much." I chuckled.
The rage in his eyes lit up, yet he seemed amused. "Oh really?" He walked towards me.
I fell back on the bed as his arms grabbed my shoulders. A burst of laughter errupted from my chest as I felt his hands on my hips, squeezing.
"Stop! Stop! Please!" I laughed, unable to breathe much.
"Beg!" Justin laughed as I tossed and turned under him, his claws still digging into my sides, sending the infectious feeling to my throat.
"Please! Please!" I gripped his shoulders laughing.
I heard someone clear their throat, Justin released me quickly and we both sat up. I fixed my hair and cleared my throat as well.
It was Khalil and Daniel, they were looking at us puzzled.
Justin ran a cool hand over his neck and acted like nothing happened as his jaw clenched.
"Why are you fucking around with her?" Daniel narrowed his eyes towards Justin.
"I'm not! I was just.. Forget it! I need to get drunk." He rolled his eyes and walked out the door passed the two.
He always got weird whenever someone else was around, when it was just him and I he was a completely different person, one with a heart.
I rolled my eyes and scoffed, it was ridiculous.
"You can either stay here and not do anything, or you can come with all of us and we'll take turns watching you at the bar." Khalil spoke up, shrugging his shoulders as Daniel folded his arms.
I narrowed my eyes at them and laughed sarcastically.
"As if I need a baby sitter. I think I've proven myself worthy. You're all dumb anyway, you targeted someone who's parents don't give a shit." I rolled my eyes and walked passed them, I felt them follow behind me, not saying a word.
Finding the bar, I sat on a stool and placed my elbows on the counter, holding my head up with my hands.
"What can I get ya babe?" The lady behind the bar asked, she gave me a sympathetic look. She was tall and has pixie cut, short hair with tattoos all over her arms.
"Can I just have some coke please?" I asked shrugging my shoulders.
"Got you." She turn around and grabbed a glass, filling it with ice then taking the nozzle and squirting coke into it.
"Thanks." I smile, placing my lips around the tiny red straw.
I felt a hand on my shoulder, making me jump. Turning around, I laid my eyes on a blue eyed boy, Cameron.
"Hey." I smiled and turned back around to the bar, sipping my drink.
"What's wrong?" He asked, sliding into the seat next to me.
"Nothing, just tired." I sighed, shaking my head.
"I don't buy that." He chuckled a little.
"Then don't buy it, it's not for sale." I half smiled.
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Beauty and A Beating
Fanfiction"She’s not showing any interest in me and she looks like she doesn’t want to be here. Should I take off her handcuffs? I thought kidnap victims were supposed to fall in love with their captors?"
