Beauty Inside

Chapter 3

Justin's POV

I slowly open my eyes letting the light from my window blind me. As soon as I sat up, these god awful headache came causing me to fall back into my pillow.

"Shit." I whisper to myself. I can't remember what the fuck happened last night.

I rollover on to my other side to find a girl sleeping in my bed. Damn. What was her name again? Do I even know her? I lift up the blanket and stare at her massive tits. Oh right, yeah I remember her. I pulled her upstairs, we had sex, I passed out.

I got up slowly, walking over to her side of the bed and shaking her. She slowly opens her eyes.

"Hey! Get out. It's time for you to go!" I ignore her reaction and head downstairs to my kitchen to get some coffee.

Examining my house I find cups, food, glass, broken furniture everywhere. I started making my coffee, ignoring the mess however because my housekeepers come to clean up my mess on the daily.

I instantly have the urge to pee, but am distracted by a banging on a door.

"What the fuck?" I listen some more and it sounds like a mix of someone banging and a girl screaming. I follow the sound and it brings me to the third floor. I open the door where the source of the sound is coming from.

I open it to find a girl on the floor.

"Ohmygosh! Thank you!" she goes to hug me it looks like but freezes.

"Ohmygosh....you're...you're..." I laugh at her reaction.

"Justin Bieber?" I say finishing her sentence. Her face is in shock. But I'm used to this response with a lot of girls I meet.

"How are you, why are you here?" She says still not moving.

"Well... I live here. Can I not be here?" I respond to her laughing at her lack of knowledge.

"This is you're house?!" she looks around almost as if she a looking for some hidden cameras.

"Yep!" I say rocking on my feet. She grabs her heels slipping them on, walking towards me. Fuck. I never realized how sexy this girl was. But then I take it back as she walks closer. She wasn't sexy.

She was beautiful.

Her eyes were this beautiful light brown color, and her hair stopped right at her shoulders. Her body was perfect, she has curves in all right places. And her skin was this Carmel shade. Was she mixed? What ever she was, she was beautiful.

"What?" She says and a smile comes across her face. That smile, it was... Perfect.

I snap back to reality. "Why are you even in here?" I ask her.

"Long story short, some jackass ran into me last night and spilled his beer on me and so I ca-" I freeze, cutting her off.

"That was you?" My body instantly filled with rage. I'm not sure as to why.

"That was you?" She repeats. "You're the jackass?!" I notice her hands were balled into fist at her sides.

"You're the bitch who made me waste my beer!" Now annoyed at this girl in front of me.

"Me?" She shoves me with her hands.

"I'm the bitch?" she shoves me again.

"If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been locked up in this damn bathroom all night! You could've at least apologized!" I look into her beautiful brown eyes to only find fire behind them.

"You're, you're..." I say trying to find the words to come back at her. She cuts me off.

"Unbelievable." She takes off her heels, storming out the bathroom. "Goodbye Justin Bieber." She stomped all the way down the stairs until I heard a slam from the front door.

What the fuck just happened. And who the fuck did she think she was? I'm fucking Justin Bieber. No girl has ever talked to me like that.

Or maybe no girl ever had the balls to.

I go to the window that shows a clear view of my front yard to only see her walking. Is she walking home?

I run downstairs and grab my keys to my red Ferrari. I run into the garage, hop into the car, and back out of the driveway. It wasn't hard to catch up with her, considering that she just left. I slow down my car to about 5 mph moving parallel with her.

"Get in the car." I say to her.

"Ha, you wish." She doesn't take her eyes off the view in front of her.

"So what, you're going to walk home?"

"Yep. That's exactly what I'm going to do."

This girl is crazy.

"Could you please just get in the car?" I ask her lowering my voice.

"Why?" She stops and turns toward me.

"Because I don't think you deserve to walk home." I say putting my foot on the brake. She looks around, before finally opening the door, getting in the car.

"Where to?" I say. She gives me the directions and we drive off.

Summer's POV

The car ride was silent the whole way to my house. But then reality hit me. Here I am in the same car as fucking Justin Bieber. I turn to look at him and he is just as perfect, no, even more perfect than the pictures. His hair is beautiful even though it isn't done. His jawline is perfect, and he's currently shirtless showing off all his tattoos. They were all over his arms and some were on his chest. My eyes continued to trace up his neck where I saw this vein sticking out like he was tense or something. I could already feel the moisture building up between my legs. But what got my attention was not the fact that he was shirtless, but his golden brown eyes. They were this beautiful shade and I was so astonished by them I couldn't keep my eye off of them.

"Can I help you?" Justin said. His attitude snapped be back to reality to remind me how much of a dick he really is.

"No." I said, staring out the window for the rest of the car ride.

We finally pull up to my driveway, before he turned off the car. There was this awkward tension in the car and I decided to be the one to break it.

"Uhm... Thanks for the ride." I say at him.

"No problem" he gives me a smile making me feel somewhat uncomfortable. My body instantly goes rigid. I look down to see Justin's hand making his way up my skirt.

I slap him straight across the face.

"You're a pig." I say and slam the door shut stomping my way into my house.

I close the door behind me to only hear his car start and disappear into the distance.