Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 9

Justin's p.o.v

My heads foggy. The music pounds in my ears and I am surrounded by sweaty bodies dancing. The aroma of liquor fills my nostrils. My mouth even tastes of liquor. I think I had at least fifteen shots. I find myself dancing on the big dance floor with everyone else. I'm dancing with the most hottest, prettiest, sweetest girl in the club; Carly. She isn't grinding on me like all the other whores here. It's at least 3 a.m.

"Justin, can we go back to the hotel? I'm getting sleepy!" Carly yells over the loud music, adding some giggles to it.

"Yeah, let's go!" I yell and take her hand in mine. We need to find Za, Ryan, and Alfredo. We squeeze through the crowd to find Ryan by the bathrooms making out with a girl.

"Ew! Come on, Ryan. We're leaving!" I yell at Ryan and grab his arm. Outside the club we find Alfredo and Za, smoking joints with some buddies. We start to walk back to the hotel. We didn't take the car because we knew what would go down tonight.

Carly stumbles in my arms. Za laughs hysterically. I gaze at the signs and pictures hung up behind the glass window at a bar. Fuck! I scan the small paper that's hung up in the window. No! No! I stare at a hand drawn picture of me. I read the small print. Wanted: Justin Bieber. Reward is 10,000. I should've of hid the fucking body and cleaned up the mess. Hell, i shouldn't of even killed that guy or smuggled those drugs...

Carly tugs on my arm. "Come on!" She laughs. I keep walking with them. Gotta get inside. No one will even notice me from that picture. Whoever drew it sucks.

Ryan fumbles with the hotel room keys. Carly pulls my arm while laughing loudly. "Shh!" I chuckle, poking her soft cheek. I plop down on the couch. My head still is foggy but not as bad. Carly plops down on my left leg. She swings both of her legs to the right of me and wraps her arms around my neck.

"I'm so fucked up!" She laughs. She snuggles her face into the crook of my neck and sniffs. "Mmm, you smell good." She huffs. I feel her lips peck the crook of my neck where she was sniffing. She is just drunk, don't let her do this.

I flip her off my lap and get up. I start to walk to the bathroom. Carly jumps on my back and wraps her legs around my waist. "Piggyback ride!" She yells and rests her arms on my shoulders.

"Carly, get off. You should go to bed." I sigh.

"No! Give me a piggyback ride!!" She begs. Don't, you know where this will lead.

"Okay, but just for a second." I tighten my grip around her small legs and walk out of our hotel room into the hotel hallway. I swing her around and the hallway is filled with giggles.

"Put me down! I'm so dizzy!" Carly yells with a bunch of laughs. I slow to a stop and put her down. She leans against the wall and pulls my arm, making me come towards her. 

I feel her small, light breath on my chin. She stands on the tips of her toes and wraps her arms around my neck. I hesitate. She gets closer to my lips.

She now kisses me. I don't kiss back. She pulls away. "Kiss me." She begs and kisses me again. Don't kiss back.

I kiss back. How could I give in so easily! She tugs at the hem of my shirt and stops kissing me. She tugs at my arm and pulls me back into our hotel. She pulls me down the hallway and takes me to her room. Leave! She closes the door quietly behind her. I turn to her. She looks so beautiful.

I stare at her as she takes her shirt off, followed by all of her clothes..then my clothes are gone.