petition for justin bieber to post a selfie with him and selena kissing just to piss some of you bitches off
I let go of Selena and she ran off, probably going home. As she closed the door with a loud bang I sighed feeling my blood flood through my veins of adrenaline. She really knows how to trigger me.
"What was that about Justin?" I heard my mom say in a suspicious way. Crap she probably heard it all.
"Oh nothing she was being annoying" i say shrugging it off as I walked into the living room with my mom following me closely behind. If she asks me anything about it I will just shrug it off.
“Selena and annoying that’s a no. You’ve got to lose your temper Justin!” My mom says firmly.
"I don’t have any temper!" i say, raising my voice. I get shocked by my own behavior. Maybe I just have a little bit.
“Well.. Not much!” I quickly let out.
“Justin.. How do you know Selena?” She asks me. WAIT.
"I don’t know Selena i have no idea what you’re talking about!" I say an ran off up the stairs to my room.
I quickly took my phone and found probably Selena’s number and decided to text her. I laughed at my screen, ‘selbear’ it said. How stupid is that.
The text: http://ifaketext.com/akvj6tq9
I gathered some of my stuff with me and took my leather jacket, putting it on wihle walking down the stairs in a rush trying not to get noticed by my parents.
"Where do you think you’re going?" dad asks me suspiciously
"To the erm.. Mall! Yeah mall!" I say.
Such a lame excuse.
I ran out struggling to get my keys out my pocket, which was a pretty hard job since it was zipped all the way up. When I finally got a hold on my keys I beeped my door open and rushed away. Who in the world would’ve thought i’d go to Selena’s. I didn’t.
I came by her house so i pulled over. I locked my car and walked up the door. I ring the bell.
A couple seconds later Selena opened the door letting me storm inside.
“My mom knows it!” I yell
“SHE KNOWS WHAT!” Selena says going mad ass.
"Wow wow wow Gomez.. I don’t know you like that" i say chuckling.
She rolls her eyes, of course.
“You don’t know anything about me Bieber! You are a pathetic, cocky, rude and arrogant spoiled brat who doesn’t see his parents fighting and almost hitting a damn divorce!” She says pointing it all up with her fingers. Making me stay silent.
“No of course not! You don’t Justin” she is furious. “YOU DON’T because you are too busy with fucking your stupid flings!” She scoffs at me.
This was one of those extremely rare situations that Justin Drew Bieber had nothing to say. He was standing in front of me, defenseless under my attack, looking at me like he is about to cry or break down.
I think this is the weakest I’ve ever seen of Justin…
But, soon, he forced himself to put that cocky, arrogant, high irritating act back up again, smirking as he bitterly snapped back at me: “Please, Gomez, stop talking crap. I think that I’d know if my parents are divorcing. Wouldn’t I?!” ugh he is such a stubborn person.
I clenched my teeth in fury, pushing him hard as I said: “Well, obviously not because it’s happening! They are fighting, Pattie cried, your dad is never home! Are you blind, Justin?! Or simply too preoccupied with yourself?”
He scoffed at me in disgust, saying: “Shut it, Gomez!”
“No, I won’t because, BIEBER, not the whole wide world revolves around you! FOR ONCE in your damn miserable life it is not about you! You might have your ho’s and sluts to fuck but, one day, you’ll stay alone, anybody who loved you will not be there anymore! You don’t do the same things they do for you! Your mom does fucking everything for you and you don’t give a shit about it! Without your parents or anybody else you’d be a nobody!” I said, purposely calling him with his surname since he was doing it to me.
“Listen Gomez, and listen very carefully…” Justin threatingly said, pointing his finger at me. “If you tend on keeping this job, you better cut the crap and start actually working! Or, I just might fire you. Your choice!”
Before I got to say a thing more, he rushed out.
That Gomez girl really knew how to piss me off. Truth to be told, she never was like other girls. No. She was babbling all the time, she never could keep quiet or hide her Goddamn opinion.
I furiously took out my iPhone 5S, dialing Ariana’s number. Ariana was one of our school’s biggest sluts, she never was in relationship and every single party would end up with her being taken away by some horny jock. Slutty? Yep, but she was a good distraction from Selena and her dirty blabbering mouth.
“Hello?” Ariana chimed after the 3rd ring. “It’s Justin, can I come over?” I harshly asked, without much chit-chat. “Sure!” Ariana giggled and I quickly hung up.
Just few minutes after, I barged in her big penthouse she lived in with her parents. As usually, they were out, away for another business trip of theirs.
“Hey, Justy…” Ariana seductively twirled the piece of her brownish hair between her fingers. “Don’t” I firmly said and crashed my lips on hers without much hesitation.
A second after, she kissed me back. I grabbed her by waist pretty harshly, pulling her even closer. In just a matter of moments, we found ourselves on her big bed, taking clothes from each other.
Fuck Selena fucking Gomez, I thought, harshly kissing her neck.
“Woah…” Ariana breathed our heavily half of an hour later, laying down. Without saying a thing, I grabbed my clothes, putting them on.
“You going already?” she whined.
I didn’t even bother to answer that but just stormed out not saying a thing to her nor looking back.
uh oh argument? troublesssss… 22 likes for the next one, i have written so many!!!! for all three the stories btw! i love you
it’s funny how our fandom wants them to have privacy but in the same time we want as many pictures as possible lol
Here’s to all the Jelena shippers who never lost hope, let me love you.