⭌ Jason McCann/Justin Bieber Imagines ⭋

"Thanks, but no thanks, pretty girl."

I woke up to find myself laying on the floor. Adjusting myself to my surroundings, I quickly rummage through the blankets to find my phone in search of the time. Once finding it, it read 6:39pm. Shit, it's almost time for my shift at the club.

I hurry to my room before changing into my work clothes. I apply my makeup, adding eye shadow that sparkles along with eyeliner before applying my eyelash extensions—my lipgloss being the final touch. I covered myself with a black zip up jacket, knowing I wouldn't want to expose myself to everyone as I walk the streets of Hollywood. Oh what the heck, who cares what these people think. Showing skin isn't a crime.

Stepping in front of my apartment's front door, I casually looked through the jumble of keys that were attached to my keychain before exiting the complex, walking in the distance. The strip club I worked at was only a 7-10 minute walk from where I stay, which was better than not arriving there on time at all since I didn't have a car yet. I'm working on that though. But as for my job at the grocery store, I have to take the city bus.

Shoving my hands into my jacket pockets, I admired the color of the sky. It was a dark blue and a light shade of pink and the many street lights and storefronts complimented the color scheme, along with a good amount of people walking the sidewalks and minding their business. This would make a beautiful photograph to have in a for display or in those restaurants where they have pictures framed inside of a glass and it would be in black and white as it shows skyscrapers and buildings and heavy traffic as people are dressed up in winter clothing on a busy day while the caption would say something like "New York City, 1946" at the bottom of the picture.

As I'm only a few feet away from my destination, I spot a guy standing outside of the double door entrance. His back leaned against the wall while one of his hands were secured in his front pants pocket. He continuously chewed on a blue toothpick that worked between his lips as he held a conversation with someone on the other line. I'm guessing he just recently stopped smoking. Most people chew on toothpicks to occupy themselves and break the habit of smoking, but who knows how long people can actually manage that. His outfit consisted of camouflaged printed pants that stopped halfway at the knees, black Timberlands, a silk fitted muscle tee that was easily stretchable, and two gold chain. One chain was thin, the other was big and seemed heavy. And his hair; that hair is absolute sex. The sides were freshly shaven while the top swooped up into a perfect quiff. The length wasn't too short and certainly wasn't too long to hang in front of his face. I liked that.

"You're such a gold digger. Fucking guys into getting what you want? And one of those guys happened to be my friend?!" He said in a devilishly stern tone. His fingers had a firm grip around his phone and if he applied any more pressure to it, it would crack.

"I honestly don't give a fuck. I could call you a good for nothing slut but my mom taught me better than that. You fucking need help." The other person on the line clearly exasperating him. He glanced down the street at nothing in particular.

"Don't you ever associate yourself with me again or you've got another thing coming." He gritted his words venomously as his eyebrows furrowed in an unpleasant manner before ending the call. The phone drifted away further from his ear before sliding it in his pocket, throwing his head back against the wall as he stared at the roof above him as if he was reevaluating a situation he fully didn't think through properly.

Taking notice of my heels clacking against the concrete of the sidewalk, his head lazily turns to where the sound surfaced from. For some reason I felt intimidated? His stare locked eyes with mine and he clenched his jaw, revealing a perfectly structured jawline. The stranger's eye contact synced with every footstep I made as my feet inched closer towards the entrance. He looked at me cold and hard. It felt indescribable.