limerence [justin foley]

chapter 1

juliette's pov

"turn the fucking music down!" i exasperatedly shout, hoping my brother hears me over the obnoxiously loud trap music emerging from his room. as much as i wished he would hear me, i highly doubt he would considering his room is completely on the other side of the hall. the studious and annoyed part of me that wants to read my psychology book in peace and quiet simply wants to get up and bang on his door till he opens, and then crush his speaker with my bare hands. on the other hand, the unproblematic part of me that wants to avoid pure embarrassment and any form of interaction, wants to plug my headphones back in and ignore the blaring music. considering some of jeff's annoyingly obnoxious friends are over, i'm going to go with the latter.

that was up until 5 minutes later where my impatience and annoyance continued to grow.

"i'm fucking over this." i curse to myself and stand from my bed. i choose to stick to my unproblematic persona for the night and not bother him or the other guys, so i simply just take my book and my mind elsewhere. and by elsewhere i mean the backyard.

i grab my book and my phone with the connected earphones and place the phone right on top of the book. i pull the door open and step outside where i'm immediately met with a painful door in the face. boom, the undeniably amazing perks of having a bathroom right in front of your room. the fact that the bathroom door pushes out instead of pulling in just makes it all the better.

"oh shit, sorry." a male voice utters. he bends down to help me recollect my fallen book with the scattered notes and my phone. i bend down as well and look up to come face to face with the infamous, classic jock package, justin foley.

"it's fine." i sigh and rub the lightly throbbing part of my forehead that had made the hard contact with the door. shit kinda hurt. he hands me back my book and then takes a quick glimpse at my phone and smiles.

"khalid. you stay having good taste, jules." he compliments. i give him a hard glare at the nickname since he knows i only like the people closest to me calling me that, more exactly only the decent people i actually like. obviously, he knows this so he sends back a small smirk and leans back against the wall. sometimes i really wish i could just slap that arrogant look off of his face.

"yeah, well, for some things." i claim, not intently throwing too much shade but not keeping it sunny on the hills either. he seems to catch on, though, and is about to reply with another arrogant couple of words before i extend out my free hand. he looks down at my hand with confusion quickly flashing over his facial expression before he looks back at me and smiles.

"you want me to grab it?" he asks and i furrow my brows.

"huh?"

"your hand. are you waiting for me to take it?" he smiles and bites his lip. i scoff and shake my head in response.

"no, idiot, i want my phone." i shoot and i could swear i saw a hint of embarrassment flash in his eyes before he quickly regained his confident composure. he places my phone in my hand and delivers a sly wink before ambling back over to my brother's room. i roll my eyes at the bothersome encounter before continuing my trek downstairs and into my backyard. to think i used to have a crush on his narcissistic ass. and to think he knew about it and purposely toyed with my emotions because of it. i take a seat on the hammock in my backyard before my phone begins to ring, thankfully snapping me out of my unwanted thoughts.

"hey clay." i greet and begin to turn the pages of my psych book trying to find the one i was previously on.

"hey jules, you busy?" my best friend asks into the phone.

"nope, not unless you count being busy avoiding the royal jock pain in the asses upstairs." i chuckle dryly and he laughs as well from the other line.

"i'm guessing you could use some dinner at monet's?" he offers.

"say no more." i smile and close my book. "you want me to pick you up?"

"nah it's the last friday before school starts, the place is probably super packed. i'm gonna go ahead now to try and find a table." he states and i stand from the hammock, carrying the book in my free hand. i turn and begin walking towards the glass door of my backyard once i spot justin freely enjoying a beer in the kitchen right on the other side. "uh jules, you still there?"

"um, yeah, i'll meet you there in 5." i say before hanging up the call. i groan, knowing the keys to my car are on the counter right beside him so i'm gonna have to face him once again. i open the door and casually pick up my keys from the counter and place my book down, hoping that for once in his life, he chooses to stay quiet. though, of course, that's never the case with justin foley.

"where you off to?" the blue eyed boy questions before taking another swig of the beer. i approach him and snatch the bottle from his hand, taking a quick swig myself.

"let my brother know i'll be at monet's with clay." i place the bottle back in his hand and turn around to find my dog emerging from the living room. i turn back around to face justin, "and feed my dog too, would ya?"

he looks down at the bottle, then to the dog, and then back at me. "will do, jules." he bites his bottom lip seductively which he's gotten into the habit of doing, knowing that back in the day it was one of my absolute weaknesses. back in the day.

i break my gaze away from him and stride towards the door, not bothering to take another look back before i slam it shut behind me.

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hey hey ! if you're bored please don't stop reading i swear it'll get better (hopefully oof) xoxo
- isa