You Light Up the Sky Like Lightning

Chapter Forty Five

Chapter Forty-Five

*Justin's POV*

"You're Cameron, aren't you?" I said through gritted teeth. 

"Smart little famous boy," Cameron smirked. "So, she's told you about me! That's good!"

Landry pressed into my side tighter.

"What do you want?" I growled, tightening my grip around Landry. He was not going to hurt her again. 

"Well, I want to finish what I started," Cameron said with a really annoying smile pasted on his face. "You see, I didn't get to finish what I wanted that day because I was . . . ah, interrupted. But, even though she was out cold, she still felt amazing."

"Don't say that," I snapped. “You are not going to fucking touch her.”

"Aw, why not?" Cameron fake-whined. "Are you upset because you didn't have sex with her until after me? Or have you even done it with her for a first time?"

I kept my mouth shut. I didn't want something to slip out in front of Landry that I would regret later.  

"Ha, that's what I thought," Cameron smirked. "Nothing but-"

"Landry," I cut Cameron off. I looked down at her and saw her still frozen against my side. "Can you please go wait up on the sidewalk?"

She looked at me, confused, but she nodded. She released herself from my grip and stood up. I followed her motion, but didn't follow her when she walked to the sidewalk about thirty feet away. 

I turned my attention back to Cameron. "What do you want?" I mumbled. 

He smirked and walked around me in a circle until he reached the giant tree I was leaning against a minute ago. 

"I want to feel what I felt about a month ago," he said, leaning against the tree. He closed his eyes mockingly. "Mm, it felt so amazi-"

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled. “You can’t have anything with her!”

"Aw, are you sad that she hasn't done it with you yet?" Cameron opened his eyes and put on a mock-sad face. "Are you sad that you haven't felt the pleasure that I've felt?"

I started fuming and breathing hard. 

"Well, that is unless I don't know what I'm talking about, and you guys have done it," Cameron said with another smirk. 

"It's not all about sex, you know," I snapped. 

"Whatever. Only people who are scared of it say that," Cameron said, faking a yawn. 

"No!" I yelled. "That's not true!"

"Yeah it is," Cameron huffed. "Otherwise you would have had her by now. All guys think it. It's a part of life. But I guess your too scared of what the consequences might be, and-"

Unable to hear more, I said, "I bet you that I can get her within the next four months."

After I said that, I instantly regretted it. Damn it, Justin! Instead of calling the cops like you should be doing, you make this stupid comment!

Cameron looked mildly pleased. "Now things are getting interesting," he said. He pushed himself off the tree and stood right in front of me. "Two months. By September first. And if you don't, I will finish what I started that day in the arena."

I hesitated. What did I just get myself into?

"So," he continued. "Just because it's interesting, you go on and have sex with your precious Landry, and then you'll get the pleasure of proving me wrong. But, if I'm right, and you don't, then I'll just bring back the pain she was in for those following weeks after I had her. And you may ask why for all of this. It's because I have nothing better to do."

I clenched my fists. 

"Oh," Cameron continued. "And let's not tell her about this, okay?"

I nodded, hesitantly. We ended up exchanging numbers so that we could keep each other updated, and then he headed off the way he came. 

*Landry's POV*

"What was that about?" I asked Justin when he walked over to where I was waiting. 

"Nothing," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He avoided all eye contact with me. 

"Justin?" I asked, trying to take his hand, but he forcefully yanked it away as soon as I touched it. 

I furrowed my eyebrows. Why was he acting like this?

"Sorry," Justin mumbled. He gently took my hand, and asked, "You ready to go back to the hotel?"

I nodded, still kind of confused. He still wouldn't look me in the eyes. 

We started walking back to the hotel, hand in hand, but it felt tense. I watched him, and he didn't look at me once. All the way up to our room. That's how I knew something was wrong. 

Once we were there, and we had closed and locked our door, I said, "Justin, look at me."

He still didn't. I moved so that I was standing directly in front of him. I put my hands on his chest and rested myself against his body. I looked up at him, and I noticed he was still avoiding my eye contact. 

I sighed. What did Justin and Cameron talk about? Whatever it was, Justin wasn't too happy about.

"Babe, please," I pleaded. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong!" Justin snapped. "Just drop it! I'm not going to tell you! Just leave it alone and stop being such a pushy bitch!" 

I jumped when he yelled and removed my hands from his chest. I took a step back, and got a pained expression on my face. He's never yelled at me before, and so it really startled me. 

Did . . . did he really just call me a pushy bitch?

So that's what he really thinks of me. 

I hugged myself and turned away from him. Then I started walking across the room. 

"Wait, Landry," Justin said very quietly. 

I stopped when I was halfway across the room. I looked behind me at him and saw him with a very sorry expression on his face. He was still standing by the door, and his hands were by his sides. 

"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking. "I didn't mean to yell at you. And you're not a pushy bitch."

I didn't say anything. I turned away from him and finished walking the other half the room to my suitcase. I pulled out pajamas and went into the bathroom without a word to Justin. 

I locked the door and sighed. I leaned back against the sink counter. 

Then I started to kind of freak out. The guy who raped me was here, and wanted to do it all over again. He talks to my boyfriend, who then came back to me really defensive and pissed off. Then when I ask what's wrong, he yells at me. 

I just didn't get it. 

*Justin's POV*

She locked the bathroom door. I can't get in to try and talk to her. 

And she was definitely not talking to me. 

But that was probably because I called her a pushy bitch- which she wasn't at all. 

Could this night get any worse?!

I didn't mean to yell at her, I swear! I was just starting to stress out because I realized how hard this was going to be for me, and I just snapped. 

You see, I would never consider doing anything with her until she was ready, but now that I was stupid enough to make that bet, I had to figure out a way to make her want it from me. But I didn't want to hurt her, and if I don't do it with her, then Cameron will hurt her, and that's the last thing I wanted. 

I heard the shower turn on, and I flopped down on the bed, covering my face with a pillow. 

How can I be so stupid?