I Really Hate You Sometimes {On hold}

Ch 19- Talking with Justin

I stomped five steps toward Cindy before I heard the door open and close, thinking it was Lexi I broke into a run; I looked back but saw no one, until I turned around and saw someone sitting in Cindy. I sighed then made my way to the driver’s side door, when I opened it I gasped in surprise. “Justin?” I asked, I just stood and looked at him in confusion. “Wh-what…” I trailed off, not able to complete my thought.

“Bella, just... get in.” He said, I shook my head.

“No, you get out.” I told him, he only sighed and looked forward before back at me.

“Look, I just wanna talk. Now get in and let’s go somewhere.” He said, I just stood there and shook my head.

“No, now get out of my car.” I told him, but he was either super glued to the seat or he just refused to move; I sighed out of frustration then threw my purse at him.

“Ow, watch the head. What the hell do you have in here? Rocks?” He asked, I scoffed as I swung in and closed my door before snatching my purse back to retrieve my keys.

“No, what idiot would put rocks in their— actually don’t answer that.” I said, cutting myself off; I sighed as I backed out of the driveway and pulled on the freeway. “Where are you staying at?” I asked.

“You’re not taking me to my apartment, not yet.” He said, my mouth dropped in surprise.

“I can’t take you home.” Though it was more of a question than a statement.

“Not until we’ve talked, I know Lexi didn’t mean what she said back there…” He said, I wet my lips before looking at him.

“Just because she didn’t mean it, doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. I’m not going back there, not yet…” I told him.

        

“Just like I know you would never leave Hollywood, not without Taylor or Alexis.” He said, tears welled up in my eyes once more; I let out a sob, then banged the heel of my palm on the steering wheel. Justin gently tugged on my arm, though it didn’t do anything; I continued to cry. “C’mon Bella, pull over. You’re gonna have an accident, now pull over.” He gently coaxed, I sighed before pulling to the side; I held my sobbing in, until Justin opened his door and got out. Thinking he was about to walk home I sobbed freely, I suddenly felt someone tug on my arm; I climbed over the console and looked out, surprised to see Justin. And even more

surprised when he pulled me in for a hug, but at the moment I didn’t care; I just wanted someone to hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay, which is exactly what Justin did. “It’s okay Bella, everything will be okay. Shh, don’t cry. Please, don’t cry, shh.” He murmured, stroking my hair and rubbing my back.

Now normally, any guy I knew would rather be fighting with a woman then have her blubber and ruin his t-shirt with her tears and make-up like I was currently doing to Justin’s; which is why I pulled away, well half the reason I pulled away anyways. “Sorry about your shirt.” I murmured quietly, I looked down and slightly sniffled; Justin put his fingers under my chin and coaxed it up, when our eyes met his smile was friendly.

“It’s just a t-shirt, Bells. Throw it in the washer and it’s good as new, shawty.” He told me, I tucked a stray hair behind my ear as Justin wiped under my eyes with his thumbs; removing any last traces of tears.

“Don’t call me that.” I said, trying to sound stern but failed horribly at. “Only you can call your fans or Alexis that.” Justin smiled and nodded.

“Noted.”

An awkward silence passed before Justin spoke. “Have you and Taylor had sex yet?” I slowly looked at Justin with narrowed eyes and a what the fuck look plastered on my face, he only shrugged. “Just curious.” He murmured, I couldn’t help but giggle; he smiled before turning serious again. “What happened to you when you were in New York?” He asked, I frowned and immediately looked down in guilt.