My New Neighbor - Justin Bieber

Chapter 6

"Trynna tell me that I'm just like the others, but I ain't all bad." - All bad, Justin Bieber

Ariana

"Then, I ran back inside." I concluded. I just told David everything that happened when I ran out of Justin's house last week. The room went silent, and David gave me a look I couldn't read. All I could feel was fear throughout my body.

"Please say something." I pleaded, looking down at my lap. He sighed. "I don't know how to reply to that." Sadness washed over me. He is definitely going to tell everyone.

"Are you going to tell everyone?" He gave me a look of astonishment when I asked the question. "You went through so much hell with that, I wouldn't dare tell anyone. I'm so sorry you had to be put through that, you don't deserve it." He scooted closer to me and gave me a hug while I hugged him back.

"Just a piece of advice, try to avoid him as much as you can. I can't risk having you get kidnapped and murdered by that dickhead." He rubbed my back soothingly. "That's my plan, to just avoid him. I want nothing to do with him." We both separated from the hug, and gave each other smiles.

You know, David is like a second brother to me. He's always there when I need a shoulder to cry on or if I need any advice on guys. I would go to Calum, but he doesn't give a shit about anyone but himself and weed. Calum and I actually used to be close when we were kids. I don't know what the hell happened to him that changed him, but we just drifted apart. He spends more time with friends and getting high rather than spending time with his family. It's whatever, I have my own issues to deal with.

"Than you, David. You're the best." He smiled at me, and set a hand on my knee as support to help him get off of my bed. "I'll be downstairs if you need me, okay?" I nodded, and then he left the room. I sighed, and fell back on my head. Pain shot trough the back of my head after it collided with the wall.

"Ow." I groaned, rubbing the back of my head.

"Be careful there, sweetheart." A very familiar voice said from the window. I turned my attention to the window, to see him flop down onto the floor. I was about to scream for help when he jumped on my bed, scrambled towards me, and placed his hand over my mouth. "Sch! Don't scream. Don't shout. Don't make any loud noises." He demanded. I seriously can't believe he's in my house right now! I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but he placed a hand on my hip bone and pushed down so I wouldn't budge.

"If I take my hand off, will you stay quiet?" He whispered. I was about to say no, but there's obviously a reason why he's in here. I sighed, and nodded my head. He raised his eyebrow, but he finally took his hand off.

"Why the fuck are you here!?" I whisper yelled, hitting his shoulder. He chuckled and winked at me while I narrowed my eyes at him. He didn't seem too affected or phased by it. "Funny how you think your stare will make me leave." He teased, pinching my cheeks. I went to go bite his hand, but he pulled his hand back.

"I want nothing to do with you, Justin! Now, get off of me you're heavy as hell." I pushed his shoulders with all my strength, but he didn't budge. "Let's face it, A. I'm stronger than you , so therefore, you can't get me off of you." I sighed. "Stop calling me A." He gave me a strange look. "Why, A?" "You're the only person who calls me that, and I don't like it." He chuckled. "Sucks to suck, A" I wanted to scream so badly, but I knew that if I did, not only would Justin literally murderer me, but my family would see what position we are in on my bed and guard me with their lives.

The room went silent, all you could hear was Justin's heavy breathing. I looked up at Justin, and noticed that he was already looking down at me. Is there something on my face?