~ Chapter 11: San (Die)go  ~

[ Jackie’s POV: ]

It was officially settled that Justin and I would leave shortly after breakfast to get me back to San Diego. Let me just tell ya, the car ride was extremely awkward. Not only were none of us speaking a single word as the uncomfortable silence engulfed our lungs, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Justin told me just earlier–that kidrauhl is dead. I could tell he knew that that’s what I was thinking about, which only made everything even more awkward than it already was, if that was even possible. It’s a 2-hour car ride and we’re probably not going to say a word to each other throughout that entire time.

I bit my lip, remaining my eyes locked on the moving objects outside the car window as we passed by them in a fast speed. I let out a small sigh and slowly leaned forward, turning on the radio and letting the music seep through the speakers. I didn’t crank it to a loud volume, but just enough to silence the silence, if that makes any sense.

The minute I turned on the radio, I felt Justin’s eyes look at me briefly before he turned his attention back on the road.

“Turn that down,” he whispered, and I looked at him instantly.

It’s not even loud, I felt like saying to him, but kept my mouth shut and lowered the volume like a good girl.

“More,” he cleared his throat. I lowered it further. “More.” I turned the radio off. “That’s better.”

I eyed him as if he was crazy. “What, you don’t like music all of a sudden?” I asked. “You know, considering you’re actually in the industry?”

“I just want peace and quiet,” he simply replied. “I need to think.”

“What are you thinking of?” I blurted out, not regretting it afterwards since I really wanted to know.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” he said calmly, his attention mainly on the road ahead.

“Here’s the thing,” I began, “Nothing you need to worry about usually means that I really do need to worry about it.”

Justin laughed, glancing at me quickly and relaxing in his seat. “Jackie, it’s okay. I’m alright.”

That’s not what it looked like the entire time this morning. What’s with him? One minute he’s fine and the next he’s more depressed than I am when someone promises me chocolate and then shows up empty handed.

I’m not even joking, that happened once and I cried for 8 hours.

“You sure?” I asked dubiously, leaving out the part about kidrauhl.

“I’m sure,” he nodded. I didn’t say much after that and neither did he. I didn’t even bother to attempt to turn the radio on again, but it sure as hell was tempting.

I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath of air. When I opened them again, they felt heavy and it took me a while to realize we were here and I had fallen asleep. Rubbing my eyes, I turned my head to look at Justin, who was on his phone texting someone, his face contorted with focused, saddened features.

“Hey, why didn’t you tell me we’re here?” I groggily asked, fixing my hair and sliding up in my seat. He locked gazes with me and put away his phone, leaning over to me and unbuckling my seatbelt.

“It just felt like it’d be rude to wake you from what seemed like a wonderful nap,” he winked, smirking teasingly at me. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.

“You could’ve woken me…” I pouted.

“Don’t worry, you were only asleep for no more than three minutes after we had arrived,” he shrugged, opening the car door and getting out, only to walk all the way around to open my door for me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at him, getting out of the car as well along with all my bags–ones in which Justin had insisted on carrying.

“So this is your home, huh?” Justin said as we walked in and I placed my bags down carefully on the floor, trying really hard not to roll my eyes.

“Don’t act like you’ve never been here before,” I giggled, closing the door and making sure the locks were on.

“Damn,” he grinned. “You caught me.”

I let out a loud laugh and snapped both hands to my mouth to cover them. Justin chuckled at my behavior and I couldn’t help but stop and stare at his amazing smile. That’s the kind of smile that doesn’t have to be forced.

“So,” Justin cleared his throat, grabbing his hands behind his back and pacing back and forth. “What does a Jackie do for fun around here?”

I watched him in amusement as he stopped to look into my eyes. “I honestly just chill here. You know, watching a show or movie, take a nap, or check my laptop to see what’s new on all things Justin Bieber,” I winked.

“Pfft,” he rolled his eyes teasingly. “Beliebers, I swear…” He looked back at me, a smirk evident on his face and I could see it in his eyes he was trying hard not to laugh.

“What about Beliebers?” I challenged, my tone hard and sarcastic so that it was enough to let him know I was only joking like he was.

“I should be scared,” he grinned. “You people stalk me everyday.”

“You’re a very easy person to stalk,” I bit my lip, trying not to laugh as well.

“I am? How come?” he crossed his arms, overly amused by the conversation.

“You’re personality is amazing, for starters,” I said, and it wasn’t a joke this time. “So is your sense of humor. Oh, and not to mention the crazy amount of talent that lies within all of you. And you’re, like… Really, really hot…”

My eyes widened at what I just said. I did not mean to say that out loud, oh god…

I shyly looked at Justin, his smirk still plastered across his face and I found that the more I looked at him, the redder my cheeks grew.

“My turn,” he simply said, taking a step closer towards me. “Beliebers are extremely dedicated. Oh, how I’m grateful for you guys. Not to mention the amount of effort you guys put into being a fandom overall and just supporting me, it’s crazy. And sadly, all the hate you guys get for being a Belieber can really hurt some of you guy’s feelings, but you keep going anyway. You give me all your hope, your hearts, your different personalities and that’s why I can’t ever, ever let you guys down.” He uncrossed his arms, his serious I’m-giving-a-speech-face quickly disappearing so that sexy smirk was now back on his face. “Oh, and you guys are, like… Really, really hot…”

He was a lot closer to me by now, his hands reaching up and resting themselves around my waist. I blushed even harder than I already was as he tucked a strand of hair over my ear and gazed deeply into my eyes. His smirk was gone, but his eyes were glistening with emotions.

“I love all of you. My beliebers. Very, very much,” he whispered, his nose touching mine as his eyes peacefully watched mine, cautious to see if I wanted this, if I wanted him to do what he was thinking of doing.

But I didn’t even protest. I let his lips carefully grind against mine before he leaned in and gave me a full on kiss on the mouth. My entire body felt tingly and I could easily feel the goosebumps rising in my arms. His kisses just make me feel like I had died and gone to heaven.

It didn’t even take long for him to ask for entrance, in which I gladly accepted and soon, our tongues were interlocking with each other, pleasuring the other easily. As I wrapped my arms around his neck and traveled up to play with his hair, Justin let out a soft moan and began to kiss me harder. My heart fluttered at the sound. Did I just make Justin Drew Bieber moan into my mouth? Someone pinch me…

He secured his grip around my body and swept me up, landing us on the couch where he climbed on top of me and resumed our heated kiss. I ran my hands through each strand of his perfect locks and was a bit disappointed when he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my chin and to my neck. The minute I felt his lips on my skin and the moisture and delicacy he put into each kiss, I was anything but disappointed this time. He trailed kisses down my neck and stopped abruptly, picking a spot to suck down on and bite with his teeth, flicking his tongue over it and repeating the process. I let out a low gasp that soon turned into a moan, my head falling back against one of the small pillows decorating the couch.

I couldn’t help but think that he kind of told me he loves me, when he referred to me along with all of his other beliebers. Was it a hidden message–him trying to say he loves his beliebers but that he loves me? I don’t know. But lying here with him, practically making out with him, I’m feeling pretty loved.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Justin’s hands secured their grip on my waist. He pressed our bodies against each other, our crotches positioned in front of the other. He leaned down and began to suck on my neck again, healing the marks with kisses as our bodies moved as one. He trailed up my neck and reached my lips once again and he kissed me tenderly, as if I was so delicate I could break any second. His hands remained rested on my waist as he thrusted against me, our crotches creating friction against each other. He let out multiple moans, biting my bottom lip and dragging it out before licking it and kissing me hard again until I moaned alongside him.

Somewhere in the middle, I found myself in pure shock as I just realized I pretty much had dry sex with the pop star Justin Bieber, my absolute role model…

Am I sure I’m not in heaven right now?

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Heated chapter? I think yes ;)

I know this is a little late but HEARTBREAKER IS MY FUCKING FAVORITE SONG RIGHT NOW, OUR IDOL IS GOING TO SLAY EVERYONE ELSE’S.

Lol, sorry… I get a little to excited when it comes to our Justy.

I hope you guys are ready for “All That Matters!”

Anyway…. back on topic… What did you guys think of the chapter?

❤

- Nina xx