Losing (Sequel to Game On, Bieber) *ON HOLD*

"What did you want me to do?"

greetings

so here is the next chapter, i think some of you are gonna be kind of angry over Gracie's reaction BUT wait until the next chapter before you start ranting at me pls pls pls ;) 

I WENT TO SEE MCBUSTED ON FRIDAY AND IT WAS THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE I FUCKING LOVE THOSE BOYS 

song recommendation: if it means a lot to you - a day to remember; all signs point to lauderdale - a day to remember 

faaaaanks,

leah xxx

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Gracie’s POV:

The ride home was completely silent. Noah had gotten his friend to bring his own car over and so he was giving us a lift back to the hotel.

I was seated in the back, alone, much to Justin’s annoyance. He’d practically tried to launch himself into the seat next to me before I shoved him out and locked the door.

He was now in the front next to Noah.

Five minutes of pissed off silence later, Noah cleared his throat.

“So… Anyone want me to pick up a Domino’s pizza? I’m feeling Domino’s.” No reply. “You know what, never mind. Not the time, I get it.”

I shook my head slightly, rubbing my temples with my fingers. I saw Justin glance behind his shoulder, a worried look plastered across his face but I avoided his gaze, staring out of the window as multiple raindrops began to race down the glass. Wow, how freaking fitting to my mood.

“You okay, babe?” He questioned quietly, reaching round and placing a hand on my knee.

“Oh, I’m great!” I replied hysterically. “I got kidnapped, I was almost killed, I saw a woman get shot in the head right in front of me, I found out my boyfriend’s a murderer and I’m stuck in this freaking state for another 12 days. Why wouldn’t I be FUCKING PEACHY?!” I yelled.

Justin retracted his hand and spun back around. Yeah, that’s what I thought, bitch.

Finally, we pulled up the hotel and I flung the door open.

“Thanks, Noah.” I grumbled.

“No problem!” He grinned.

I shook my head slightly as I hopped out of the vehicle and began speed-walking towards the hotel. I had my own key card so I wasn’t gonna wait around for Justin.

I reached our room before Justin, letting myself in and heading straight to the bathroom, slamming the door angrily and twisting the lock.

I could not fucking believe it.

I felt like I should be scared, but the adrenaline racing through my veins just made me severely, ridiculously, INSANELY pissed off.

Why the fuck did that idiot (that idiot being my boyfriend) bring me here if he had such a rough past in New York? And why the fuck did he get involved in that shit in the first place? And the fact that he’d killed a guy, well, that was inexcusable and made me wanna rip his throat out.

I bent over the sink, running the cold tap and splashing some water over my face to calm myself down.

I heard the door handle jiggle and then a sigh on the other side.