Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

chapter thirty-six

Song inspired for the chapter;

Listen - Beyonce

Clarity - Zedd ft. Foxes

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"I told you I wanted to talk."

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The ride to the airport was deathly and eerie silent. Nobody moved their mouths or even their bodies for that matter. You could say it was an awkward silence, but that wouldn't be the truth.

The truth was Justin and I were in the same car together and I was glaring at him every chance I got, while everyone else sat in the limo watching us, scared to even talk or make a move. You could say Justin was too because he kept moving in his seat uncomfortably, giving me confused glances.

I mean he should be use to this by now, right? I know we were friends for a few weeks, but I wouldn't call what we had a friendship, but rather he was an acquaintance.

There was always this awkwardness and some missing piece when we talked to each other. That missing piece happened to be I still hadn't forgiven him. I was still holding what he did to me years ago against him. Is that wrong for me to do? No. He hurt me and I don't think I will ever forgive him. I honestly don't even know why I did in the first place.

The limo suddenly came to a halt causing me to snap out of my trance. It was when I saw a bunch of lights flashing and hands colliding with the window that I realized we were now at the airport. I squeezed my eyes shut at the lights and screams. You would think I was use to this by now, but truth be told I wasn't, and I don't think I would be any time soon.

Everyone started to get up and walk out of the limo disappearing into the crowd. I sighed and rubbed my temples mentally preparing myself for the insanity that was to come.

"Here." I heard Justin say causing me to open my eyes, instantly my gaze forming into a glare.

My eyes traveled down to his out stretched hand where a black pair of ray bans laid. I scoffed and pushed his hand away causing them to fumble out of his hand.

"I don't need your stupid glasses." I spat at him before pushing the door open and stepping out.

As soon as my heel boots hit the concrete to the runway I was instantly regretting not taking those sunglasses.

I walked down the runway toward the jet with the camera lights flashing all around me. The people everywhere were screaming my name along with profanities. I was completely shocked because in all my experiences with the paparazzi this has never happened. So when I was in the confinement of the jet I felt an instant relief.

I mean why are they even allowed to be here? It's a runway and it's dangerous.

I walked over to the leather seats and sat myself comfortably in one of them. I rummaged through my bag until I found my headphones and as I pulled them out I plugged them into my phone.

As I placed the headphones in my ears and was going through my music, I noticed Justin walked in through the door. I looked up seeing he was walking over to sit in the seat across from me. I didn't want him anywhere near me and I thought I had made it clear to him I didn't want anything to do with him, but he's too stubborn to realize it.

Just as he was near I lifted my legs up and put them down on the seat in front of me. Justin stopped in his tracks and I smirked as I hit play.

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I dropped my bags on the cold marble floors of the house causing the sound to echo everywhere. I looked around at my surroundings surprised that nothing had really changed. The floors were still perfectly clean, the chandelier still hung above the room, every picture was where it was before. It was like nothing had even been touched.