Toxic {Justin Bieber}

3. Running in circles

"What do you mean? I told you guys that I don't wanna get tied down. I don't want to marry!"I heard a raspy deep voice yell from outside my room. I slowly opened my eyes sun shinning through the dark curtains. I sat up and yawned wondering if that was this Harry guy.

I felt something in my stomach making me feel really sick before I felt something rise up to my throat. I ran out to the bathroom and sat down on my knees spilling out my insides. I felt a hand pull my hair up as I finished up. I flushed the toilet wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

I sighed turning around seeing a pair of deep green eyes starring back at me. "So, your Jamie?"He asked as I sat up realizing how good-looking he was. I nodded looking at him properly. He smiled before I turned around to brush my teeth.

"So I guess you successfully got away from Justin."He said as I finished up. "Yeah, you can say that."I smiled wiping my face with the towel.

"Look, to get straight to it, I wasn't looking for a mate or anything like I'm a teenage guy I wanna live a teenage life. I'm really into the marrying stage in life and like I just wanna be normal for once."He looked down at his feet.

"No, that's okay, I want that as well. I wasn't looking forward to get married either. I was wanting to live my old life going to work and preparing for college but I got kidnapped and yeah I end up there then here."I crossed my arms.

He crossed his as well. Giving me this perfect genuine smile. I haven't seen one of those in a while. "You know what? I think I like you, friend."He held out his hand.

I smiled at him awkwardly. "Well, I guess I like you too, friend."I replied. "So, how are you enjoying your room?"He asked. "Well its better than that crappy cell and room of his so I think that I like it."I replied walking to the bed.

"So I guess you are fitting my handy downs pretty well."He smirked. "What? No. These are yours? These ugly shirts? These small boxers?"I asked. He chuckled.

"Yes, they belong well they did belong to Harry Styles, but what makes it better is that Jamie is gonna start wearing it."He smirked. I squinted my eyes. "I see."I laughed.

"No, we can go shopping to get you new clothes. Even though we aren't dating, it doesn't mean that you have to walk about looking like the city dump."He chuckled.

"Ha, nice to know you can say what you think."I rolled my eyes.

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-Justin-

I grew irritated what the fuck man, why can't she open the damn door. "Jamie, open the door now or your dead!"I yelled. I grabbed onto the door and pushed the door opened with a little bit of my strength. "She escaped."Ryan mumbled.

"Fuck, we better find her and she is getting it worse than the way I was gonna give her."I growled. "Why don't you just kill her?"Fredo asked making me turn to him.

"We don't simply just kill. They have to feel the consequence of what they done as well."I replied. "Well, if you are sick and tired of her shit then why don't you just kill her and end it all?"He asked.

I sighed looking down knowing how stupid it's going to sound but I just have to say it. "Well, somehow I still love her and I really don't want her to die. I just want her to feel how much she had hurt me."I replied.

"When did she hurt you other than this first time?"Chad asked. "Jamie is the bitch from middle school and high school. The one who used t-" "Justin, you have a concert to attend! Get ready!"Scooter called.

"Don't you remember her being in that accident? She doesn't remember any of that shit, Justin."He replied. "That's why we have her. To make her remember me."I smirked. "Had but go get ready and fake a smile, would ya?"Alfredo asked.