Unexpected Love || Justin Bieber

~Chapter 48~

Sorry for any mistakes!

~Tessa's P.O.V~

"Tessa?" I hear someone call. I groan, turning."Hmm?" I mumble. She giggles. "Wake up" placing her hand on my shoulder.

I shake my head. "No" I mutter, snuggling deeper into the duvets. "Dude, c'mon" she whines. "Tessa, were goin' out. Wake up" she calls.

I turn to face her. "Wha- why are we goin' out?" I ask, opening my eyes. She smiles. "I don't want to be stuck in the house all day" she whines. "W-why don't you take Mason?" I yawn.

She looks down, fiddling with duvet. Oh, she kissed him. "Um, alright. I'll get changed and we'll head out" I smile. Her lips form a small smile.

"Alright, meet me downstairs" she giggles, getting off the bed. "Oh, I thought it was at Mars?" I joke.

She rolls her eyes, walking out. I smile, getting out the bed. I grab my phone off the nightstand, checking for any notifications. No messages or missed calls.

I rummage through my duffle bag, taking out a blue shirt, black high-waisted shorts, and my timbs.

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I adjust my side braide, finally satisfied. I squirt two puffs of perfume besides my neck, applying some lipgloss. I give a quick twirl by the mirror, smiling. I walk out the room, sighing.

My head snaps to my left, surprised. "Finally! There you are" her heels clap against the marbled floor. Her blonde curls bounce as she walks to me.

She links her arm around mine, giggling. "Breakfast is awaiting downstairs, Madame" she smiles, walking down with me.

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Were currently in her black mini cooper, driving to one of the shopping malls. "Tessa, were here!" I suddendly gasp, a little surprised. "Fuck... Don't do that" I breathe.

I walk out like a model, not caring if I wasn't wearing the most fanciest clothes. I smirk, knowing that this was going to be fun.

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"Jesus! D-did you see that?" She gasps, holding onto me. "Fucking hell" I place my hands over my chest, rolling my eyes. I give her the its-just-a-movie- face. She nods, understanding.

I check my phone, 8:47pm. Its kinda gettin' late, and I told Jason I'd be home tonight. "A-Ashley? Um, its gettin' kinda late, I'm gonna head home now" I call.

Her lips form a frown. "Why?" she whines. I tilt my head. "I told Jason I'd be home tonight" I sigh. "Alright, we need to do this more often" she giggles. I nod. "Surely" I giggle. "At least let me drop you off?" She adds.

I shake my head. "I don't wanna put you through a hassle" I mutter.

"Hassle? I'd take a hassle for you, even though this isn't one" she adds. "C'mon, I'll drop you" she links her arm with mine, smiling.

"Don't worry, I'll tell mom you went home... She's busy with yoga" she whispers. "Alright..." I sigh. I haven't told her that me and Justin kissed, nor the slight distance we've been keeping.

We walk out the house and into her car. I see her facial expression change. "Are you alright?" I place my hand on her shoulder, as she starts the ignition. She shakes her head, as her lips form a frown. "What's up?" I ask.

"Its been on my mind all day long..." She sighs. "Its kinda killing me inside" she brushes her hand through her hair, pulling out the driveway. "W-whats wrong?" I gulp.

"M-Mason, I don't know what to do" she sighs. I don't say anything. I open my mouth, but suddenly close it. "I-um, I don't know what will happen next" I gulp.

I could tell she was desperate to get answers. "I c-could um, get some answers for you..." I hum. I see her face suddenly lightens up. "Wha- answers?" She asks. "Um, yeah. I could go and see him tomorrow and see what's up and shit" I sigh.

"Oh, my God! Yes, yes, yes. Thank you" she suddenly removes her hands off the steering wheel, and hugs me.

"Fucking hell, you're going to kill us!" I scream. "Oh, fuck. Sorry" she puts her hands back on the steering wheel.

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"Alright, thanks for the ride home" I smile, walking out. "No problem, and don't thank me, I should be thanking you" she adds. "For what?" I hum. "Well, you're helping me out, thank you" she smiles. "No problem, see ya" I wave, walking to my front porch.

She honks, waving her hand through her window. I giggle, walking home.

How could the paparazzi think that me and Justin were planning on having sex?

We gotta sort that shit out.

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