Stay With Me § BWWM JB

4 • All Bad

"We wouldn't have to pretend
if you would've quit bitching at me
and listened."

Justin's POV

After a couple of hours, I tell everyone that it's time to leave because I'm tired. Once they're out the door, I turn off all the downstairs lights, and climb the stairs to my bedroom. I immediately rid myself of my clothes and go into the bathroom. I grab a towel from the towel rack and hang it over the shower. Sliding the glass door open, I reach in and turn the shower handle to the middle of the heat range and get in before sliding the door closed. I let the water fall down on my face and comb my fingers through my hair.

My high has been gone for about an hour and all these thoughts are running through my mind. I'm seriously so stupid to smoke when I said I wouldn't do it. Then what happened with Andrea...we didn't do anything, but Sam probably didn't like that we were in the bathroom together. Oh fuck. Sam! I know she has to be pissed at me now. I should probably call her when I get out.

I continue on with my thoughts and get myself washed up until I realize that my fingers are starting to turn into prunes. I turn off the shower and pull my towel down to dry off. I slide the shower door open and step out, wrapping the towel around my waist. I walk over to the sink and reach my hand to the foggy mirror to wipe enough area to examine my face.

"What's wrong with you?" I ask myself. "You're an idiot, that's what," I reply. Quit talking to yourself, weirdo.

I shake my head and ruffle my hair, not really caring what it looks like. I switch off the bathroom light, sick of looking at my pitiful self, and walk back into my room. I retrieve my phone from the left pocket of my sweats and sit down on the edge of my king sized bed. Pressing the home button and sliding the screen down, I check my notifications and notice that Sam called me a couple times before she came over. I tap on our messages and send her a text. "Please answer," I sigh, waiting for a response. I get absolutely nothing. "Maybe she'll answer my call," I say as I press on the phone icon in her contact. It goes straight to voicemail. Great! She's ignoring me. I throw my phone back on my bed before I get up and walk into my closet. I pick out a pair of black Calvin Klein boxer briefs and slip them on before pulling up black basketball shorts over them. I throw a grey hoodie on and then put on short black socks and slip my feet into my black Vans. I exit my closet and grab my phone from on top of the duvet before making my way to the door, turning the light off as I leave.

It doesn't take me long to get to Sam's place. I may or may not be guilty of speeding.. I pull into her driveway and call once more in hopes that she finally picks up. Hi, it's Sam-, I hang up and get out of the car.

Walking to the front door, I question whether or not it's a good idea that I'm even here. Sam will either slap me again, which I can't believe she would ever do, or she won't let me in. When I realize that I'm finally at the door, I become really nervous like a kid who got home after curfew. I take a deep breath and mentally prepare myself for what is to come as I ring the doorbell. The door opens shortly after and when Sam sees that it's me, she quickly tries to close it.

Called it.

I stop the door with the palm of my hand and look into her angry eyes, "Please, just let me in."

"No. Go away," she tries to move my hand, but I don't budge. She sighs out of frustration. "Justin, leave."

"I'm not leaving. Just let me in," I move closer so that I'm looking down at her.