Head over Heels 1| j.b

Guilty.

I invited Kathy over to talk and to also keep me company while Justin left. I didn't want him to go because he just got from the hospital and from being unconscious yesterday.

"Justin loves you he's just trying to protect you, thank god you two are finally together. Took you long enough."

"I love him. I do. He hasn't been in his right mind since the coma. He's been in and out of trouble."

"Yeah because of you. Look at what he's done, getting into fights for you, getting arrested for you, getting shot for you. It's all because of you Adrian, and Troy will never do anything like that for me."

"I don't want to be the blame for this. I didn't ask him to do any of that."

"You didn't have to. Honestly, you have an amazing guy that is willing to protect you. Don't leave him. I'm tired of you two fighting over dumb shit." She says I chuckled getting up going into the kitchen grabbing a bowl of popcorn. "Adrian!" She yells from the living room; I walked into the living room. She has the tv on watching the news. There was a police car, and Justin's car in front of it. I didn't see him in sight. I dropped the bowl of popcorn on the floor. The glass shatters, I was in shock. The helicopter was filming everything; my heart sank, what the fuck did he do now.

"Turn it up," I said. She turned up the volume, and I sat beside her.

"Justin Bieber the teen pop star has gotten arrested for possession of a firearm, going over the speed limit, driving under the influence, and also having a bag of drugs in his car--" I muted the tv, Kathy looked at me studying my face.

"Wow, driving under the influence Adrian he's going to prison," She says I picked up my phone called my dad.

"Hey, dad did you see the news?" I asked.

"Yeah, I saw it. He's gonna need a lawyer--"

"You're a lawyer. Can't you be his lawyer?" I asked.

"I'm sure he already has one Adrian. I knew about the firearm, not about the rest of it. He's going to prison."

"Okay, can you do something about it?"

"No, I'm sorry my hands are tied right now. Especially working with this other case I'm on. I could ask Kristie if she's interested in helping him. He needs help Adrian; he's getting worse. What are you gonna do?" He asks, I bit my bottom lip afraid that no one would be able to help him. He does need help, and I told him that last night. I looked back at the tv that was still showing the police car that Justin was in.

"Maybe let him sit in there for a couple of days, I'm sure that's the best discipline I got right now. He'll learn his lesson while he's in there I guess. Don't you have anything to say about this? Aren't you gonna tell me he's not right for me."

"No it's not my place to tell you that, but I see where he's coming from in protecting you. He loves you. I'll call Kristie and see what she can do but for now, just wait it out." He says hanging up. I sighed putting my phone down. A few hours passed my phone rung from an unknown number, I suspected it would be Justin, so I quickly picked it up.

"Hello," I said.

"Adrian, hey I'm so happy to hear your voice."