Church Boy Gone Bad // Jelena

Chapter 22

Justin's P.O.V.

Selena, Demi and I run into my room along with a bag full of weed. They plan to get me full on high and asleep before my parents come home. I've thought long and hard about the consequences that come with breaking my parents rules. They would ground me to till the end of my life. They would even go as far as sending me away to a boot camp. But Selena keeps telling me, "Fuck it."

So, fuck it, right?

"Holy shit." Demi says, judging my room with her eyes. "I think we're in the wrong room dude."

"No." Selena rolls her eyes, "Sadly this is his room."

My eyes narrow in confusion. Did she expect something else? "Why what's wrong with it?"

"Wow," she laughs. "You might as well put up One Direction posters."

I step back, offended. "Are you implying my room is girly?"

"I told him to let me redecorate it but nooo 'I'm gonna splatter blood on the walls." Selena tells her in an annoyed tone.

"Splatter blood on the walls?!" Demi bursts into laughter.

"I never said you were gonna splatter blood on the walls!" I shout in defense.

Demi attempts to whisper into Selena's ear, "We should splatter Lucy's blood all over his walls. Just throw the bitch around a bit until it looks decorative." But I can hear as clear as if she were yelling.

My dull expression doesn't change when she throws a innocent smile at me. She's still a lunatic, smile or not.

Selena's palm falls upon her own face and she shakes her head, obviously, disappointed. "Demi, Demi, Demi. Shut up and light the fucking bong."

"The bong?" I ask confused.

"The shit you're gonna smoke from, moron," Demi spat.

"I thought you rolled it up in some paper?"

Selena shakes her head and let's out a chuckle. "You can smoke from a lot of things. Like a empty can, an apple, a bong, a piece, and of course the right kind paper.

"A can?!"

"Yup," Demi laughs.

How do people figure that out? Are they that desperate to smoke that they use a can or an apple? That must be some type of obsession or addiction thing. I look over at the laughing Selena and Demi. Are they addicted? If so, will I become addicted? Maybe I should try this. Selena smiles at me with such excitement, I can't help but smile back the same. If she wants me to try this, then I will.

Out of nowhere, the door swings open.

"No need to worry, I have finally arrived!" Ryan cheers, stepping into my room, shutting the door behind him.

"Ryan? What are you doing here?" I watch confused as he sits down by Demi on my bed.

"You think you could bring two sexy chicks to your house and I wouldn't notice?" He winks at Demi, who rolls her eyes.

I sigh and shake my head. "I'm n-"

"Selfish!" he says narrowing his eyes. "Did you really think you could take on these fine ladies by yourself? No."

I am tempted to throw a book at him but I decide not to ruin a good book.

"Take us on, huh?" Selena raises an eyebrow at him.

He gulps and fakes a chuckle. "Uh, can I ask you for a favor?"

"No." She glares at him.

"Can you try not to punch me in the face?" He asks her anyway.