Do You Promise?

Chapter Two

*Ariana's P.O.V.*

I heard the door slam really loudly, causing me to jump. I was scared to head toward the door, because, who knows, it could be a murderer. I ran upstairs and hid in my walk-in closet. The footsteps came closer and my heart started beating faster.

"Baby?" I heard Justin's voice. Wait, what? Selena isn't even here.

"Ariana, baby, where are you?" He said. What the heck?

His footsteps were at the door of the closet. The door opened and I tried to bury myself deeper into the clothes. Of course, that was impossible, considering, there was barely clothes there anyways.

I felt him grab my leg, by surprise, and I squealed. "I knew you'd be here, baby." He smiled widely. I got up and stood a few feet away from him.

"Justin, I'm not Selena." I informed him.

"Oh, screw Selena! I want... You." He slurred, coming towards me. He grabbed me, pulling me in his direction. And suddenly, we were closer than ever. His lips quickly attached to my neck, sucking hard. I grabbed his head and pulled it off my neck, having him face me.

"Oh, baby, you don't like that? Want me to do something else to you instead?" He winked and his breath reeked of alcohol, letting me know he was drunk.

"Why are you drunk? Why did you even go to a bar? Why do you keep calling me 'baby'?! What happened with Selena? And why-" I was cut off.

"Baby, baby, enough with the questions. My head is pounding." He groaned, holding his head.

"Stop calling me baby," I gritted my teeth. "Come with me." I walked downstairs, with him following me. I walked towards the cabinet, opening it. I grabbed the medicine, handing him a pill and a cup of water.

"I feel a little better now, thanks." He said after a few minutes.

"No problem. Can you tell me what happened, now?" I asked.

*Justin's P.O.V.*

*FLASHBACK*

I left Selena's house and drove home. While driving, I came across a bar. Should I? Why not? I mean, it's not like it's gonna hurt anyone. It's just one drink, anyways. I made a U-Turn and drove back. Even though I was under-age, I was let in with no problems. The bouncer saw that I was The Justin Bieber and automatically knew not to mess with me.

I walked in and went straight to the bar.

"Yo, give me some Vodka with Orange Juice. But go a little extra on the Vodka." I ordered. I just wanted to forget what happened with Selena. She is a bitch. Ari was right, I thought. Something always gets messed up. When the bartender was finished, I gulped down the drink. The drink started burning my throat and I was happy, know that he followed my orders.

"Aye, give me another one! But, this time, no Orange Juice!" And the night went on with orders like that.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

*Ariana's P.O.V.*

"I still don't get what happened with Selena..." I stated, confused.

"Point is: She c-cheated on me, u-used me, f-faked our whole relationship, an-and y-you w-were r-right." He sobbed.

Seeing boys cry always made me feel weak since I always believed that males were the strongest species.

"Go ahead, say 'I told you so', say it." He said, with no emotion.

"I did tell you so. And you didn't listen to me. Why didn't you? I don't even know. Because, as I said before, you were too blind. Ugh, I wish I could hit you right now. I mean, I could. But, I won't because I'm not that type of person." I ranted. I was pissed. Actually, pissed is an understatement. I was furiously raged. I knew this would happen. He's such a retard.

"I know. And I'm so sorry. I love you so much. You always know what's right. Thank you for being the best best friend alive. I'll never let you go, Ari." He apologized.