Unexpected Love || Justin Bieber

~Chapter 38~

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~Justin's P.O.V~

I park my car in the parking lot, feeling even more worried than I was before. My head was still a little dizzy from drinking so much but I could see a little better.

I rush out the car and run to the front door, nearly falling over.

"I'm dead... I'm dead... I'm so fuckin' dead" I gulp, opening to the door.

I place the keys on the counter, walking slowly up the stairs, nearly tripping over a few times. I walk into my room, looking back and forth to see if someone was awake.

I hurry to the bathroom, letting the tap run with cold water. I watch the water blast out the tap, admiring the slight shiny-ness- Nah, I'm still pretty hungover.

~Tessa's P.O.V~

"God, where has Justin been all night?" I sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

My head snaps towards my door, 'cause I heard someone outside. I walk out my room, rubbing my eyes a little. I was in my white tank top and pajama shorts.

I stumble to Justin's room, having such little hope that it was him in there.

I look through the small gap in the door. He sat there, with bloodshot eyes.

He sighs and walks to the window, moving the curtains in the process.

"Justin?" I whisper, walking in.

He looks at me, with no emotion.

"Where were you?" I ask, slightly smiling.

"Oh that?" He pauses. "Its none of your concern, Tessa" he rolls his eyes, walking passed me.

Gee, a lot for askin', eh?

"Now I have some things to do, do you mind leaving?" He snaps.

"Not at all" I snap, walking out.

He grabs hold of my arm, pulling me back into thr room. "Don't show me attitude, Tess" the smell of alcohol made my nose cringe.

"I can if I want, don't tell me what to do" I snap. His eyes were no longer, the hazel-brownish I knew.

Boy, I've never seen Justin like this... Ever. We lock eyes, admiring one another, but I wasn't admiring Justin, I didn't even know who it was, right now.

He releases his grip, rolling his eyes. "J-just get out" he mutters, walking back to the bed. My eyes follow him, lost in thoughts.

What's wrong with this kid?

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