Struggles with the kill

Chapter 10

Justin opens the door of the suite and I walk past him, not even gazing in his direction. I find the bedroom and fall onto the amazingly comfortable bed on my stomach. I groan, out of frustration and tiredness. I hear a chuckle from behind me, "Tired?" In answer I groan another time, because I'm not really into a conversation right now.

I feel a weight fall onto the bed as well and I am launched a few inches off the bed and land on my stomach again. I hear Justin laugh and once again I groan, only it comes out a bit weird, because I landed on my belly, and I open my eyes to see Justin's eyes wide, "Well, that  sounded quite wrong," He laughs again and I realize that this is a precious moment, because I don't see Justin Bieber smile really often.

"I didn't know you could laugh," I say, half sarcastic. "Guess I like New York. Also I'm still giddy about that drive here," He says and he seems unable to get a smile off his face. "I thought you always rode cars like that," I say with a smirk on my face. "I do but c'mon, that car's just the sickest thing out there. Why are you all up my ass about it anyway?" Justin looks at me suspicious and I raise my eyebrows, "I hardly ever see you smile and now you are laughing like a maniac. Just making sure you aren't going completely insane, we can't use that right now," I say.

"Where's the other bed in here?" I wonder out loud. "Already looked for it, this is the only one," Justin says. Oh, great. Just amazing, really. "You, Jack and Steve are gonna share a bed then," I joke, but I'm not 100% sure it's a complete joke. "Fuck you, I'm not gonna sleep in a bed with two other dudes, while you're having a king sized bed all for yourself," He says. "I'll sleep with Jack then," I decide. "But he has a girlfriend," Justin says, and I didn't know that but that's even better.

"That's the reason, I'm sure he won't try something. Steve is old and I'm not going to sleep with him. I trust Jack," I say and I know the following question is coming. "Why won't you sleep with me?" Justin ask. I already have my answer ready, "Because you're a man whore and you're probably going to want me," I laugh. Justin slowly shakes his head, "I never thought you'd be so judge mental, Rosalie. Plus, I don't want you anyway, gross. By the way, we're practically both in the same bed now and am I trying to do something?"

"Are you saying you actually trying to convince me to sleep with you?" I raise one eyebrow and smirk, knowing I have him with his back to the wall. "No, I-- Ugh, never mind," He mumbles and I laugh. "Stop," He says but smiles and throws a pillow at me. I catch it and slam in onto his head. "Oh, you're on," Justin says and grabs the other pillow and attacks me.

I squeal and take my pillow up in front of my face to protect it from the blow Justin's pillow is going to give. When the pressure of the pillow is gone I lift mine to slap his head, but he grabs it and pulls it out of my hands.

"As if you could ever win from me, Stephens," He says challenging. I raise one eyebrow, "I think I proved you wrong on one of the first trainings, didn't I?" He must have forgotten about that, because once I say it, his features change from confident to confused and even a bit ashamed. I throw my head back in laughter and he pushes my side so that I land on the bed on my side.

"I can't believe you actually forgot that," I continue laughing and eventually he joins me. First with a snort and then it quickly changes into full laughter at his own stupidity.

        A knock on the door of the suite waked me up from my nap. I sit up and stretch while I see Justin heading for the door. "Who's it?" He asks, his voice cold and emotionless. "Steve and Jack, open up," Comes from the other side of the door and I recognize Steve's voice. 

Justin opens the door and the two of them walk in and when my eyes meet Jack's he smiles at me. "What took you guys so long?" I wonder. "Traffic in New York is not something that runs really smoothly," Jack jokes. I chuckle lightly but then fire another question, for Steve this time, "What exactly are we supposed to do here?"