Chapter Twelve

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Afternoon of the same Day 

*Justin's POV*

I woke up, feeling someone curled into my chest. I had my arms still wrapped around them, there was a certain type of silence between us. Not awkward. But comfortable. I looked down at the sleeping body and just started thinking about how beautiful Liv looked. Her hair was scattered all across her face, her lips were pouty and full,  her eyelashes were long, dark, and full. She looked beautiful. Stunning. 

I brushed her hair out of her face and just ran my fingers along her skin. Trying to memorize every inch of her skin. All the bumps, lines, scars, the way her skin feels. I was falling in love with everything she hated about herself. I couldn't stop thinking about how lucky I was to have her not only in my life, but as my girlfriend. I got to have her all to myself, for once I got someone all to myself. 

Laying next to her felt different, it didn't feel like how it did with all the other girls I slept with. They were just to pass the time by, but Liv, she was something I wanted forever. I could tell after the short week of us dating. She was goofy, smart, witty, beautiful beyond words could describe, determined, and independent. She was everything that I ever wanted. 

I started remembering how we got here, Liv had something on her mind that made her upset, she tried to hide it, but I saw it. I could see right through her. I started piecing things together in my head, how she was acting in the morning on her phone, what she said after first period, the random tears, the fear yet comfort she had towards me. I realized what she found out. My past. She found something somewhere and it scared her. 

Looking down on her, she looked so peaceful, I just want to know what's going on with her, what is she thinking, but I couldn't figure out a way to bring up how I knew what she found out about me. I was looking around to find the time, until I saw her phone. I knew it I shouldn't but I was scared that she wouldn't tell me the truth. I trusted her completely, but I want to know. I knew her password. 

Reaching over and moving as less as possible so I didn't wake her, I grabbed her phone. Pressing the home button, it immediately lit her screen up showing the lockscreen. It was a picture of me that she had taken that I didn't know. I couldn't help but to smile. I slid the lock screen over, and typed in her password immediately seeing her screensaver which revealed a photo of the both of us that I had taken. She was so cute while she was trying to be serious in the photo and kissing me on the cheek, but I ruined it by making a funny face. 

As I was on her phone, I couldn't decide what app I should check first. It's not that she had a lot of them downloaded, I just didn't know where to even start first. So I started to figure out which one of my social media accounts I was most active on. 

"Instagram." Is all I whispered under my breathe. 

The memories of what I had on there immediately rushed through my mind. I don't remember everything that is on there but I knew there could be some things that would sketch her out. 

I swiped through the pages on her phone, looking at all her apps until I found the Instagram one. I clicked on it nervously constantly thinking about what may happen or is happening. But the thoughts ran wild. 

The app loaded and pulled up the last thing she was on. It pulled up someone's account, showing their number of pictures posted, followers, and following list. It had the username on the top of the page and then their bio and profile picture. 

Looking at it, I realized she was last on my page. I was trying to find a clue on my profile that would set her off. Then I decided to read the bio first. 

"I've got the hookup for anything you can possibly need and want in life. Hmu! Personal Pimp (:"

After reading that, I immediately gave myself a mental face-palm. 

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 12, 2018 ⏰

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