Trading Places (JB X AG)

Chapter 14

Justin's POV

"Fuck! Selena...god damn your so good." I moan.

I felt myself cum into her as she was riding me. She got off and plopped down on the bed next to me.

"You think I'm good? Nope, you're way better."

"Are we really going to have this fight again?"

"Nah..shit its 2 in the morning. Jessica's probably wondering where I am."

"Awe fuck, you're leaving me?"

"Justin..."

"What?"

"She's a really nice girl and she's a good friend. I'm not gonna keep her worried. And you know damn well even though we have some of the best sex, we shouldn't have done this. I know you still love Jessica & I love Abel. But I couldn't resist since I have had sex in forever with him being on tour."

"Ugh fine & you're right."

"Plus, you guys have an early start tomorrow to finish the music video."

"But I don't care, I want you to stay with me. I get lonely."

"Sorry Justin, not tonight."

"Ya know what, fuck you." I scoff.

"Why do you get so mad every time I leave?!" She yells putting her clothes back on.

"Because I'm afraid you'll never come back, Jessica!"

"Jessica?!"

"Shit! I mean, Selena!"

"Really Justin?"

"I'm sorry..."

"See, you're in love with her. You can't get her off your mind."

"What? No I'm not."

"You just agreed with me like 2 minutes ago. Whatever. Get your shit together. Bye Justin."

"Sel! Just stay c'mon!"

She was out the door by the time I got downstairs. Fuck. But she's right tho. Like I do love Jessica. It's just hard to admit sometimes because I still have that feeling where I don't want to love her because of what she did. I'm just so fucking confused like fuck love man. And she's also right about tonight. We shouldn't have hooked up. But we ran into each other at the bar tonight and we had a one too many. We're not as tipsy as we were but fuck alcohol just gets you feeling shit you shouldn't.

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Jessica's POV

"Hey Sel where were you?"  I ask her as she walks through the door.

"Oh hey Jess, I was at a friends house. We got caught up watching movies."

"Oh alright. I'm just glad you're okay. I tried calling you."

"My phone died."

"Oh okay. I'm just gonna head up on to bed now."

"Alright."

I walked upstairs to my beautiful light pink bedroom, it was actually already this color when Selena bought the apartment, which is perfect.

I turned on the lights of my polaroid heart above my bed and turned off the main lights. I got my iPad out of my nightstand drawer and scrolled through Twitter. I saw a recent tweet from Justin that read "Fuck love."....I wonder what that means. I tweeted "Fuck love for me means, 'I hate when a guy doesn't love me back.' What does it mean for you?" I instantly got so many retweets and faves.Tons responded, but none from Justin. I sighed as I closed out of twitter and openend up Facebook. Justin was online. He has a private one for friends and family only. As badly as I want to message him because I know he's up, I'm not going too. I don't feel like bothering him. But I did get a meassage from Layla.