Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 4

"Your g-gang?" I ask, surprised. Justin slaps a sweet smile one his tan face and nods.

"We could use you!" Alfredo comments in a groggy voice.

"Your in it too?"

"Mmhm." He groans, kicking his feet up on the auburn coffee table. Justin pulls out his overpriced phone from his pocket. It makes a vibrating sound and motion. I see the screen come alive. I could only see the small blurry name from where I stand; Jason. I couldn't make out half of the conversation but I knew they were talking about me. My name showed in half of the messages. I was guessing he was in the gang to.

"Also good at eavesdropping on text messages." I jump, startled from Justin noticing I was watching his conversation with Jason. I giggle a little bit.

"Sorry." I blush along with a gallon of giggles.

"Don't be sorry. That's another quality you would need if you join." He comments, turning back to his phone. I sneak away from Justin, Alfredo, and Za to take a tour of the house, alone.

This house was fucking huge. I wasn't used to this stuff. I lived in a small apartment where my neighbor would have sex every night. I never got sleep. I had a small car, not a Ferrari. I had a small rusty kitchen, not a marble, beautiful kitchen.

I trail my index finger across the marble counter in the kitchen, observing the kitchen. I feel my stomach growl. I hadn't ate since 4 p.m and it was currently 1 a.m. I wrap my fingers around the fridge handle and tug it open. I drop my mouth open. What the fuck! Justin had so much food. I couldn't even afford to buy four grocery bags worth of food sometimes. I grab a drink and some chocolate ice-cream from the huge fridge. I slam it closed.

"Fuck, Justin!" I yell, jumping at the sight of Justin leaning against the counter next to fridge.

"Even sneaky. Great for the gang." a grin tugs at his lips.

"Yeah, now let me eat." I slam down the ice-cream container and soda on the counter.

"Hey, hey. Careful, you'll scratch it." He comments, tapping on the marble counter. I flip him off as I stuff a spoonful of ice-cream in my mouth. "Don't get sassy!" He jokes, walking around me to a stool that sits on the other side of the counter next to me.

"I haven't had ice-cream in forever!" I moan, letting the sugery substance melt in my mouth.

"Are you like pour or something?" He taps on the counter with his palm.

"Practically." I mutter.

"Don't worry. I will treat you like a princess." He smirks, walking to me. He doesn't stop walking but slaps my butt before exiting the kitchen. My jaw drops and my eyes plant on the sneaky little bastard strutting out of the kitchen. "Close your mouth, babe. Its not attractive." He yells before he isn't visible from the kitchen. How the hell did he know my mouth was open?

Probably typical Justin. He probably is just a player, nothing more, nothing less. The only reason I am staying is because I have nowhere to go. I put the container back in the fridge.

"Justin, where's the bathroom?" I ask as I walk into the living room. Justin sits on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table. He is sitting next to Za. He looks up and his eyes lock on me. "Bathroom?" I ask louder and make a motion with my hand.

He gets up and leads me to a bigish bathroom with a marble counter and golden colored sink. "Thanks." I mutter and shut the door, locking it as I turn to go to the bathroom.

"Carlyyy?" The familiar voice asks, dragging out the 'y'.

"What do you want?!" I half mutter, half growl. Couldn't he leave me alone for at least five minutes in the bathroom?

"Are you going to take a shower?" Justin's voice rings. I stare at myself in the mirror.

"Can I?"

"Mmhm. I have sweatpants and a T-shirt you can wear." I slam open the door and Justin's eyes lock on me.

"I need a freaking shower. I look like a maniac." I mutter as Justin leads me up the long stairs.

"No. You look beautiful." He whispers in my ear outside of his room I'm guessing. He wraps his long arm around my waist and sends a cold chill down my spine. "Just tell me when you need clothes." He opens the door to his big room and leads me to a big bathroom with a nice shower. "Take as long as you need."

I wrap my fingers around the shower nob and lukewarm water instantly flows out. I needed this.

"Justin!" I call, walking down the stairs with a brown towel wrapped around my bare body. My brown wet hair drips down my back, probably leaving water drops on the floor.

"Yeah?" His voice echoes from the kitchen. I follow his sweet voice to the kitchen where him, Za, and Ryan are standing around the counter sharing a bowl of chips. He sticks a cheese covered finger in his mouth and pops it back out completely clean. Za's eyes trail down my bare legs. He couldn't see much but enough for his creep mind to get turned on.

"I need clothes."

"Right." He wipes his hands on his sweatpants he must've changed into while I was in the shower. He leads me up the stairs back to his room.

"Here." He turns to me and hands me some black sweatpants and a white tank top.

"Justin?" I mutter, lying the clothes on his bed.

"Yeah?"

"Underwear?" I ask. He hands me a pare of black boxers.

"That okay. I don't have anything else." I nod, knowing this will do. I had wore boxers before. I turn to him.

"Can you leave, please." I make sure to not make it sound mean.

"Oh sorry." He laughs and shuts the door behind him. I quickly change and fix myself up.

"I am so tired." I mutter to myself and rub my heavy eyes before plopping down on Justin's big bed.

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