Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 8

Justin's P.O.V.

At this moment, me and my parents were praying. We prayed all day for her.

Yes, for Selena.

My mother said she suddenly got an attitude and ran off.

Ran off to drink or smoke, most likely.

14 hours had passed since she ran out of my house. The time was now 9:36 PM. Way past my bed time but my mother insisted we stay up and wait for her arrival.

I understand what Selena's parents are trying to do.

They want my goodness to rub off on her. But that'll be hard, considering we don't get along.

I believe its because we are just to different.

Mother says I'm like an Angel.

Selena isn't much of an Angel.

If anything she's more of a demon.

Lord, forgive my judging words.

But its true.

You can't expect two way different people to get along.

That's like snails and salt falling in love. It doesn't end pretty. . .

Everyone should have learned a lesson from Romeo and Juliet.

Its best to do as your destiny was written.

"She's here," my father mumbled as he peeked out the window.

This will be something. . .

"She's not alone. . ."

What?!

"What do you mean?" my mother asked him.

"She has a group with her. Three boys and two other girls. They're all coming," he informed us.

"We didn't allow her to bring guest over!" my mother yelled.

"HEEEEEY!" Selena cheered when she barged into my house.

"Selena!" my mother hissed.

"Hey church boy!" Johnathan grinned and nuckle rubbed my head.

"Ow."

Johnathan, the captain of the football team. My biggest bully.

"Selena Marie Gomez, are you drunk?!" my mother asked with fury.

"Cool down grandma. She's not drunk," Demi told my mom with giggles escaping her mouth. "She's cross faded!"

They all erupted into loud fits laughters.

What on earth is cross faded?

"Excuse me? She's what now?" my Dad asked.

"Ugh. Old people these days," Demi groaned.

How rude.

"Cross faded. Ya' know! We all cross faded!" Johnathan cheered.

"Yes we know that but what is that? Some kind of drug?" my mom asked.

They looked at each other confused before they all laughed.

"Its when you drink and smoke weed at the same time," Selena said with giggles.

"How absurd!" my parents yelled.

"What's in that bag?" I asked Selena as I pointed down at a big bag she had.

A smirk spread across her face.

"Fun," she giggled.

Fun in a bag? Sounds like one of those overrated TV commercials.