Justin's POV:
When my plane touched down at LaGaurdia airport I knew my ride would already be waiting. I gave him strict instructions on what to do. Knowing his loyalty, I knew he'd have everything in motion for me.
Next I called Charlie to check on my girl."Hey Charlie, I've landed.
I'll be there in about an hour or so.
How is she?""She's in a foul mood. Pissed that she can't leave the gym to get a smoothie.
Your added security is, let's just say uncompromising.
Our girl doesn't take orders to well."Always feisty, I expected no less from her.
"What kind?"
"Hmmm? What do you mean, what kind?"
"Fucking smoothie, Charlie!
What kind does she like? And from where?""How the hell would I know that, Bieber?"
"Well find out, O'Malley...I ain't entering the firing squad without a peace offering."
"Yeah...yeah...yeah...make me do the dirty work.
I'll text ya when I figure it out.""Thanks Charlie."
You'd think we were related, the way we banter back and forth.
I was just grateful he was in my girl's corner, I trusted him with her life...but he better come through with that smoothie order is all I'm saying.
I had no luggage, having left everything in Vegas after hearing about Asher leaving the note and broken cross on Charlie's doorstep.
I may have pissed off a couple of people on the plane as everyone was trying to leave.
Let's just say, being the impatient fucker that I was...I was the first one off.
Rushing out the arrival doors of the airport I scanned the incoming cars for my ride.
Not seeing what I was looking for, I reached for my phone to make the call.
His text was already flashing on my screen.Be there in 5. Fucking traffic sucks bro.
I didn't like waiting and he knew it.
Instead of texting him back, I lit up a cigarette to calm my damn nerves.
The first inhale of nicotine had me feeling slightly less lethal....until the rent-a-cop decided to push my last button."Sir you can't smoke here!
Your going to have to put that out now!"I took a deep inhale and blew the smoke in his face. Then I did it again, just because I could.
"Chill bro. I'm almost fucking done.
I promise you the second hand smoke should be the least of your worries.
With the weight your packing, your looking at a heart attack...and soon."Rent-a-Cop wasn't happy with my assessment of him.
Poor guy's face was turning red.
I took another inhale as he tried to find his words."The sign right behind you, clearly states NO SMOKING! So stop being a smart ass and put it out, or I'll have you arrested."
I actually fucking giggled at his lame attempt to threaten me.
While taking my last hit and essentially finishing my smoke break, I flicked the cherry onto the ground in front of him and stepped closer. He stepped back sensing I wasn't up for following the rules."Maybe you fuckers might want to put the signs in front of me and not behind me. Not that it would make a fucking difference. Go do something worthwhile, like blowing your damn whistle at every vehicle that stops for more than a minute....Rent-a-Cop!"
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The Strongest Hit.
FanfictionSigh...This boy. He's cocky, but pretty. He's dangerous, but safe. He's the type of boy you want to slap...then kiss Don't fall for his tricks... the badboy with good lips