Unexpected Love || Justin Bieber

~Chapter 49~

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~Tessa's P.O.V~

I needed to talk to Justin, no matter what. I bring my keys out my pocket, biting my lip as I twist it. My eyes suddenly widen as I see Justin making out with someone.

I stand there awkwardly, waiting for them to notice I was standing here.

My eyes land on the way she climbs onto his lap, straddling her legs around his torso, grabbing his neck in the process. I suddenly feel so jealous, and somehow disgusted. I watch how his hand travels to hold her waist, as the other cups her cheek.

Fuck, now I knew who it was, Selena.

Small, bitter drops run down my cheek, besides my lip and I inhale. Why the fuck am I crying? I wipe away my tears away, letting my gaze fall onto Justin.

He groans, releasing from the kiss. "Sel, what if someone comes in?" His eyes land on me, I see a sudden regret in his facial expression. "Um, Sel?" He raises an eyebrow, referring to me.

She turns around, looking at me with such disgust. She rolls off Justin.

"What are you doing here?" She crosses her arms over her chest. I felt the sudden urge to go and pull her by her hair and toss her out my house, but nah.

I roll my eyes. "What am I doing here?" I scoff. "This is my house, I should be the one asking you that" I snap.

"Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" She asks. "Are you going to let her talk to me like that?" I mock her tone of voice. "Oh, honey. Daddy's not always going to say things for you" I roll my eyes.

Justin's cheeks flush red as I address him as daddy.

She gasps, opening her mouth to say something but I cut her off. "—Shut up" I snap. "Justin, let me make this clear. The world wide trend is about you and I having sex plans, which is utterly a lie" I add.

He chuckles. "Really?" He asks. "Yep-"

"—Sex? You guys are making fucking sex plans?!" She growls. "Honey? Didn't daddy teach you its rude to interrupt others?" I sigh.

Her mouth hung open, utterly shocked. "And Justin?" I call, seeing him somehow surprised I'd say such things. "Mhm?" He hums, locking eyes with me.

"Please, take that shit off the media" I add. I walk into the lounge, laying on the leather recliner chair. I lock eyes with Selena. "Now if you don't mind-- heck you don't have a choice --get out or get out" I snap.

She gasps, shocked and I sigh. "Now I'm going to repeat this one more time because I don't think you understood the first time" I pause.

"Get the fuck out my house" I snap. I didn't know where I learned to talk like that but I like it.

"I'll see you later, Justin" she sighs, walking out the lounge. Justin sighs, annoyed. "Sel?" He calls, Selena completely ignoring his ass.

He brushes his hand through his hair, swiftly. He looks amazingly sexy right now, holy shit.

I need to shut up.

"Sel?" He calls again. "What?!" She snaps, turning around. I place my feet on the table. "You left your bag" I add, pointing to her bag; which was laying on the table.

Justin faces me, giving me the you-just-made-it-fucking-worse- face. She stomps back to the lounge, grabbing her bag and walking out.

I smile. "Bye-bye now" I coo, waving. I giggle, turning the television on.

"She's fun when she's angry" I chuckle. "Why the fuck would you do that?" He snaps, facing me. I lock eyes with him. "Do what? I didn't fuckin' do anything" I snap.

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, you did" my body suddenly freezes, he told me that before he kissed me.

I sigh. "Anyways, why the fuck is she here?" I hum. "Fuck, she's my girlfriend!" He sighs. I feel my heart go a little numb. It turns into awkward silence, and my eyes slowly start to water.

I sigh, getting off the chair. "J-just get that shit off the media, I don't want everyone thinking were having sex or some shit" I walk up the stairs, not waiting for him to answer.

I bite onto my bottom lip, bitter tears sweeping down my cheeks, as I enter my bedroom. "Fucking hell" I sigh, wiping my tears.

He's such a dick.

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