" Hazel ? Why are you in the girl's bathroom ? " Justin asked worriedly . "Have you been crying? " Justin continued .dang!!! this boy can ask questions ,but it's cute .it shows me how he cares about me ."I should be asking you that" I said. turning myself around to face him . "May I ask why?" He said questionably . I sighed heavily. My throat clenched trying to holdback all my tears . Just thinking about the problems with my dad made me sad .and if I thought about it to much it probably could lead me to depression ." My dad was drunk when I was 15 , and " I was interrupted by Justin" IS HE THE ONE WHO PUT THOSE SCARS ON YOUR STOMACH!!" His voice boomed through the restroom . What was I gunna say he is the one that lead the gang to us, but he wasn't the one who put scars on me or did he ? ." No!!!" I said quickly before he got the wrong idea . " Like I was saying when I was 15 he slapped me ,and said I was a bitch ,and also said to die in a hole ,but you know me I forgave him , and he promised he would never do that again ." I said sadly .Justin came really close ,and hugged me.I felt so safe in his arms. I wish Justin was mine. he back up ,and stared in my eyes . His eyes were so gorgeous. They're indescribable . His big hands cup my face ,and leaned forward . His warm soft lips were on mine . We moved sync . I felt like I was in heaven . I wrapped my hands around his neck . He disconnected our lips ,and moved his lips towards my neck . Once he found my sweet spot he sucked harshly . making me moan in pleasure . I slipped my hands under his shirt ,and touched his abs ."JUSTIN!!!!" I heard my dad yell . we stop what we were doing ,and left the bathroom. Before my dad caught us .
