Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

LXXV

LXXV.
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Song of the chapter:
Supermodel by SZA
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A pair of chocolate brown eyes stared me dead in the face. It was a pair of eyes that I didn't intend to see for at least a few days.

"What do you want?" I asked, crossing my arms over my stomach.

Justin looked upset— almost confused, in a way. It was as if I truly did hurt him with my words from earlier, but a part of me didn't exactly care. He wasn't telling me anything or being honest with me. He was avoiding my completely rational thoughts and questions.

I had to give it to him, he was being persistent. He didn't quit after one confrontation like I assumed he would. I worried that he wouldn't think I was worth it.

He didn't say anything, though. He appeared to be mentally scavenging for the right thing to say, but he couldn't find the correct one.

"Justin, what—"

Rather than actually speaking, he stepped forwards in my direction, pulling my face into his so that our mouths met harshly. I gasped, unsure if I expected that from him or not.

The anger I held for him in the pit of my stomach quickly subsided as I gave in to the kiss that nearly knocked me off my feet. I didn't touch him due to my uncertainty, but I felt as if I couldn't move even if I wanted to. He had me feeling just about everything all at once. He always did.

He kicked the door shut and continued forwards, guiding me backwards into my house until my back was pushed against the wall. His fingers were tangled in my hair. I could feel him tightly against me, making me forget almost everything I was feeling except for the intensity between us.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled into my lips as he frantically kissed me with all he had. "I followed you home. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then I just couldn't help it. I couldn't help myself."

A moan escaped my throat as his hands scoured over me, greedily pulling at my shirt. It was removed from me in a matter of seconds, and his was quick to follow.

My fingers dug into his bare shoulders, needing to steady myself. It amazed me how quickly I could go from being completely aggravated with him to wanting him entirely. I knew it wasn't the first time a scenario like that had happened, and it wouldn't be the last.

"When do your parents get home?" he harshly whispered into my ear before sliding his tongue up my skin. All the while, he began unzipping my pants.

I tried to fight back the satisfied groans that were begging to leave my lips, but it was no use. It was too good. He was too good. It was hard to be mad at him when he was tending to all of my desires.

He's doing this on purpose, I thought. He's trying to make me forget why I'm upset with him. I can't let him do this. I'm not like the rest.

My hands rested on his bare chest, hesitant to push him away. I did gently, finding it difficult to do so. I had to, though. If I didn't, he would think that he could get out of every argument just by distracting me with something else.

"Kennedy—" he panted, attempting to move back in and kiss me.

I pushed him back again, turning my head too. "No, Justin. You can't just do that."

Bending down, I scooped up my shirt and swiftly pulled it back over my head. Without looking at him, I moved up the stairs to my room. I didn't care whether or not he followed me. If he didn't, he would have saved himself from confrontation. However, he ended up trailing behind me.