Justin Bieber Imagines [Interracial]

Calvin Klein

"Justin!" you yelled as you made your way up the stairs.

Your foot hit the steps heavily with the anger budding inside of you. When you made it up, you found Justin sitting on you guys bed with his earbuds in and music blasting.

"Justin!" you yelled and grabbed the things out his ears.

"Yes, baby girl," he sighed as he paused his music, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" You put your hand on your hip, "What's wrong?!"

Justin visibly flinched back at the tone of your voice but you didn't really care.

"You should already know!" you pulled your phone out your pocket and shoved it in his face. "This, this right here is what's wrong!"

He sighed, "The screens off smartass."

You turned the screen to your face and saw that it was indeed off. You pressed the button, bringing the screen to life, looked at the picture once more then shoved it back in his face.

"Oh, about that..." He trailed off nervously, knowing good and well he was gonna get it today.

The picture on the screen showed his new pictures from Calvin Klein. It wasn't that you didn't love the way he looked in them, it was the model who was placed in the picture with him. The model, who's name you couldn't even bother to remember because she just aggravated you so damn much, had model with Justin months earlier and tried to create drama with Justin's name.

"After what she did and told everybody about you, you still go ahead and even let her near you?!" You threw your hands out in front of you, trying to express the point of how upset you were a little further.

"Y/N," Justin rubbed his temples in small circles, "She apologized for what she did and I got over it."

You reached your arm back and slapped him, "I could say sorry but that won't take the sting away, now will it?!"

This model, whoever she was, had smeared Justin's name all over the media, claiming that she was pregnant and he was most definitely the father. Well, of course until she was caught drinking heavily at a bar one night and was going to be charged with child endangerment.

"Y/N, listen to me and listen to me good," he looked up at you, his voice dangerously low, "I have gotten over it. Her and I are working fine together. Now, leave it alone."

"Well y'all were working fine together last time until she turned into a Maria Yeater 2.0!" You yelled before you could stop yourself. Just by the look on Justin's face, you now wish your mouth had a filter for once.

"Seriously Y/N, are you really bringing that up?" Justin asked, red in the face. He stood up and walked past you, making eye contact until he broke it with a shake of his head.

"Justin," you called out, "Justin."

"Don't Y/N, just don't."

You but your lip softly as you heard the front door open and jump slightly when it slammed with a loud bang.

Damn...