Complications | jariana fanfiction |

This is War Bieber

Ariana P.O.V

I was walking to class with a huge smile on my face. Today was a new day. Everything was on track. I have a funny roommate, me and Justin are friends, and I have sugar cookies. Best thing is I'm majoring in my favorite thing, m-.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention!" the guy who bumped into me said.

I looked up to see a familiar face and smiled.

"Ryan!" I squealed jumping into his arms.

"Hey Ari, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"What? Is it such a shock I got accepted?" I said acting hurt.

"No I didn't mean it like that. I meant..." he trailed off.

"I know what you meant, don't freak. So how's life been?" I asked changing the subject.

"Well..." he trailed off. "I mean it can be better."

"I'm not catching on." I chuckled.

"Me and my girlfriend broke up." he said scratching his neck and looking down.

"Aww I'm sorry." I said hugging him. He automatically wrapped his arms around me.

"Well I got to go to class so see you later?" he questioned pulling away.

"Sure." I gave him one last hug and went to class.

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"Hey girl!" Ashley said as I walked in the dorm.

"Hey." I said smiling.

"What's his name?" she sighed. It took me a few seconds to realize what she said.

"Ryan but he's just my friend." I said.

"Sure." she said going towards the refrigerator.

"While you're in denial, I'm just going to shower so...peace." I said entering the bathroom.

I stripped myself from my clothes and went inside. This was really relaxing. That's when Justin popped up in my head. He looks different. Well obviously it's his tattoos, his hair, his perfectly sculpted/sexy body. Great I'm thinking about him in the shower. Is that weird? Whatever.

Once I finished I realized I only brought my undergarments. Well Ashley seen me in my bathing suit before so there's not much of a difference.

As I walked out in only my bra and panties (lol), I saw Justin sitting on my bed scrolling on his phone and screeched of fear.

"Woah I...uhh...I'll just...um come back later!" he stuttered looking at you know what.

"Hey! Eyes up here, door over there." I said shooing him away.

"Did I miss something?" Ashley said walking in.

"A lot." I mumbled while putting on cloths.

"Why do I have a feeling you guys had a past relationship?" she questioned.

"Well if I'm going to honest I would say you're right but I'm gonna lie so...pffft what, you are way off!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah ok." she said using quotation marks.

knock knock

"I'll get it." I sighed. "Hey Justin." I said.

"Hey. I uhh came to ask if you and your roommate wanted to go to the movies with my friends and I." he said looking at my chest.

"You'd think he changed." he gave me a confused look. "Yes, now go...please."

"Ok I'll be back in 20 minutes." he said then left.

"Ashley!" I shouted.

"Don't worry I heard everything and can I bring my boyfriend?" she asked.

"Sure. You never told me you had one." I chuckled.

Once we were ready and Chris, Ashley's boyfriend, came the other guys came.

"So what movie we watching." Chris asked.

"Conjuring." Ryan said bluntly.

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At the movies it was really irritating because Justin brought  Selena. Luckily I got to sit next to Ryan.

"Why aren't you scared?" Ryan whispered in my ear.

"Maybe I'm not easily scared like most girls are." I whispered back seductively in his ear. Ok if your wondering no I don't like Ryan like that, it's just we tease each other a lot.

"Oh my gosh it's cold." I whisper/yelled.

"Here." Ryan said giving me his varsity jacket.

"Thanks." I said.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Justin staring at us. It made me feel awkward so I buried my head in the jacket.

"Who's scared now." Ryan chuckled wrapping his arms around me. I then heard Justin scoff and saw him make out with Selena.

Jealous alert. Oh Justin you would. But since you want to play I'll play along. I then put my head in the crook of Ryan's neck. This is war Bieber!

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Hope you you like it! -kaylinda