Without The Love ||Jiley||

Chapter 25

I step into my bed and stare at the ceiling. Tomorrow's gonna be exciting. I've send Justin home without a kiss or even a hug. Not in the mood for that right now. Tomorrow after school I'm gonna follow him in my dad's second car. I asked him if I could drive to school for one time. I smile at the idea of testing him. I turn my nightlamp off. My eyes close and I drift off into a heavy sleep.

I roll the window down and scoot my sunglasses up. My red lipstick outstands my black jeans and blouse. I look over my glasses and follow him with my eyes. He's wearing a tight white shirt with his Reban glasses and slik light blue jeans. I bet he's wearing the aftershave I liked the most. I can almost smell it when I think about laying in his arms and sniffing the sent in. He rings the doorbell. Checking his phone, he waits till she opens the white wooden door. He takes his glasses off as she opens it. She looks stunning again. Her blonde hair is straighten and shiny. The type of girl every guy would fall for. Her skinny jeans fit her legs perfectly and her lose white blouse with golden buttons and cufflinks too. She welcomes him in and takes one last look outside. The door closes. I'll have to wait it out till they say goodbye.

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I know I've never changed from POV, but it'll make the story more interesting if I did. It'll continue in Justin's POV.

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I step inside of her house and turn around. "So. You ready for this 'project'?" Chanel says and clicks with her tongue. I try to stay cool and think of all the negative things about her. I know she's able to do anything to hurt Miley. I follow her upstairs. Her ass hangs above my face as we walk on the stairs. It's hard to control myself too, because she has been the girl that I always had a weak spot for. And it's not unpleasant to look at someone so attractive as Chanel. Especially the way she used to turn me on when we chilled in my backyard. She opens her bedroom door. We both sit down on her bed. Me next to her. "What can you exactly do to make Taylor stop doing what he does." I start and stare into her iceblue eyes. They pierce through my irises, like she's able to read my mind. "I can't really stop him. But I can decrease it. I can make sure he'll leave her alone for at least two weeks, depends on what you're offering me." She says and smirks. I keep telling myself to think about Miley, and in the end all of this is for her. "What do you want?" I ask her. She scoots closer and smirks. Her gaze goes from my eyes to my mouth. "What do you think." She whispers and scoffs. Her expression goes to a serious one again. "Tell me." I say to her. She grins and places her hand on my jaw. "I want you to kiss me." She whispers. Her white teeth bite on her bottom lip. I remain silent. Both of my egos are against eachother right now. One of them says I shouldn't do this and find another way, and the other one that I should do this. I was too late making up my mind when her soft peachy lips crashed on mine. It began slowly and innocent. My heartbeat quickens immidiately and I felt myself relaxing. I turned my feelings around and ignored the fact I was cheating on my girlfriend. I back off. "Do you think this was enough? I want you, Justin. Not just your lips. I want to feel your touch like you used to treat me." She whispers and attaches her lips back to mine. I guess she still has this huge crush on me. She stands up, not breaking the kiss and pushes us on her bed. She continues heating up the kiss while I'm feeling miserable and amazing at the same time. Miley can't kiss like Chanel can. It's something in her game that makes me want more of her every second. "I missed this." She says and places her lips on my neck. I missed this too. I'm not telling her that though. But I moved on. Chanel's hands find the clasp of my belt and unclasped it. Pleasure overwhelms me as she strokes over my crouch. I am gonna be so sorry for this.

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Miley's POV

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I sigh and scroll down the time line of my Instagram. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. I'm doubting my own boyfriend, that's really wrong. But on the other side, I can't seem to think of any projects we have at school? I don't trust this whole thing. "Miles? What are you doing near Chanel's house?" Katy's voice startles me and I turn around to see her face next to me. "Get in now." I hiss at her, scared to get caught. "Why?" She asks and pulls up her shirt. "Just do it." I snap and open the door on the other side. "I'm testing Justin. He said he had to make a project with Chanel today." I say and slide my glasses back down. "That's odd. I can't remember any projects we had to do. And why were the both of you not at school yesterday." She says frowning. "Mom said we could take a day off." I respond. "Oh okay." She shrugs. "I think there's something else going on in that house." Katy says and nods. I sigh and place my hand on my forehead, resting my elbow on the car door.

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Justin's POV (15 minutes later)

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I stare at the ceiling, still catching my breath. Chanel's head rests on my chest. Her eyes meet mine, smiling at me. I give her a sloppy smile back. I close my eyes. I don't think I'd ever regret something as much as this. "I need to go." I say and stand up, dressing myself. Please stay for a few more minutes." She nags and grabs my arm, her nude body on the twisted blankets. I pull my arm back and buckle my pants up. I put my head through the shirt I was wearing and put my shoes on. I grab my RayBan glasses from the floor and shove them on my head. "I hope to see progress in this thing with Taylor." I say and walk through her door. She stands up. "At least wait till I'm dressed up." She says. My eyes gaze over her body, almost turning me on again. I take my eyes off and stare at one point in the hall. I walk away as soon as she's dressed. "But please Justin, stay with me a few more minutes." She begs and follows me. I open the front door. Stubbornly I walk away. "I'll tell Miley everything if you walk away now!" She yells. I stop and widen my eyes. That son of a bitch. "You wouldn't dare." I hiss at her, walking back towards the front door. "And if I would." She says to me, cocking one brow up. I walk back inside her own created hell.

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Miley's POV (2 minutes before)

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I scratch my nail polish off. Katy's looking at her phone, guess texting to Jessie. "God, this takes ages." I sigh in irritation. Katy merely shrugs staring in front of her. "You could text him." She suggests rising her eyebrows up. "Nah, then he'll think I'm doubting him." I respond and tick with my fingers on the steering wheel. "But you are." I roll my eyes. "I know but he doesn't know that." I sigh deeply. My head and Katy's shoot up as we hear a door opening. Justin rushes out in anger, Chanel standing in the doorway. "I'll tell Miley everything if you walk away now!" She yells at him. He turns around. I can see the anger in his eyes. What the hell is she talking about? "What..?" Katy almost whispers as we both gaze at them. He walks back to her. A devilish smile is spread over her face. I don't like what's going on. "You wouldn't dare to." Justin hisses in her face. "And if I would." She crosses her arms, letting him inside again. My heart almost bursts at the play I just saw. I nervously look around myself. "I-I don't get it." I stutter and look at Katy. She frowns. "There's something really bad going on." I feel tears pressing against my eyes. I tried long enough to hold them in. A few roll down my cheek. "Can you please get out Katy." I ask while sniffing and sobbing. "Yeah sure.. I eh.. be careful okay? We don't exactly know what's going on yet." She says resting her hand in my shoulder. She gets out and waves. I ignore it and pull out of the parking spot. Tears streaming down my face, I pull up the road and hit the gas. The radio turned on when I started the car. The song Suggestions by Orelia Has Orchestra plays out loud. (Definitely worth a listen guys!) I cry by the lyrics off the song, it fits somehow. Why would he do this to me? If Chanel was standing in front of car right now, or outside her house I wouldn't even hesitate crushing her pathetic little figure with my bumper. I grasp at the wheel, expressing my pure hate for her and disappointment for what Justin has done to me. I don't know how long I drove over the roads between the forests, but it was long. I stop at the side if the road and rest my head on the steering wheel, my arms underneath my head. I look in my rear view mirror to see how bad the situation was. My mascara has drained and my lipstick is smooshed. I whine at the sight of myself. In anger I hit the wheel a few times. With trembling hands I take my phone out. Two missed calls. It was Justin. I put my phone down and press my palms in my eyes. My phone buzzes again. Justin calls me. I clear my throat. I slide the green phone to the left and pick up. "Stop calling me." I sniff and hang up. It probably sounded a bit sobbing. I rest my head against the leaning of the chair and close my eyelids. Fuck my whole fucking life.