"Sweetheart, you can't keep neglecting me."

      It was the hottest day of the last week of summer, over at the Bieber residents Hailey prepared the house for an important barbeque. With the food being cooked and her husband in the back trying to work the grill, she was content. Her sons were in the back already, and even some of her family was there already. Her mother in particular, who had been a pain to Justin since she arrived a few days ago.

     First, it started with her nagging to him about how much time he spent in his work more than with his family, which wasn't exactly true. Lately, Justin had been out of work and at home, he concluded that the woman was just bitter and wanted something to nag about. But the only he knew why he really stayed home; to be around Lolita.

          He wouldn't even tell Lolita herself that, Justin wasn't going to admit that the seventeen year old had now effected him mentally. It was evident now since she went out with his son, he was constantly thinking of her, wondered what she did that night or any other night. Justin had even asked Mason what happened between the two, trying not to sound too pushy but he got his answer when he only smiled goofily with low eyes and replied "Excellent"

       Since then, Lolita had barely texted him or spoke to him, spending most of her time with Mason (who didn't mind at all.) Leaving Mr. Bieber to wonder what he has done wrong to have her paying less attention to him, it nearly drove him crazy wondering. Justin didn't want to bombard her with an endless heap of calls and text, he felt that it would only push her away. 

Of course.

        That was why he was using the annual end of the summer barbeque as an excuse to see her, Hailey had obviously invited the Haze women and the few weeks he's known Dian; he knew she wouldn't miss this opportunity to mingle and enjoy festivities. Besides that, Hailey had told Dian about the good looking, older, single cousins that Justin had. Even shamefully admitting to swooning over one of them.

      Besides the obvious matchmaking that would be taking place, Mr. Bieber was planning to confront the young girl; would he do it politely? Not by a long shot, but it he wouldn't do it harshly either. He would calmly speak with her, question her, and even kiss her; Justin had been yearning for her lips for days.

        Lolita on the other hand, despite spending late nights out with Mason, had been missing Justin herself. Though, she hasn't acted on it, she wanted so badly to pick up her phone and send him a few texts. But Mason always hovered, it had been hard to text his father while he was around because he would ask questions. Lolita and Mason weren't even in a relationship, she wasn't sure why it bothered him when other guys flirted with her and vice versa.

       It was almost hard for Lolita to get a simple number with out Mason stepping in or questioning her. That bothered her, of course she had started to crush on Mason after their date, but she didn't want him to be so possessive. Mason often showed that side of him, wrapping his arms around her waist whenever someone was watching, asking her personal questions; things she didn't like one bit.

       Other than that, he had been wonderful  company for her. With his advice for her senior year of high school and applying for colleges, Mason was becoming more of a counselor for her and she appreciated that. Lolita needed the help with looking into colleges and applying for them, since she had no idea what she was doing. She was glad to have mason who was already in college, attending UCLA; her dream school. Lolita hadn't been aware of the fact that she was so close to graduating and leaving her mother, her senior year of high school. She had many decisions to make for herself in the next few months, decisions that could possibly effect her future.

Which was overwhelming for her.

With so much going on around her, she wanted to enjoy the rest of summer vacation. Starting with attending the Bieber's annual barbecue, Lolita smiled as she pushed her red sunglasses on the bridge of her nose. Her torn shorts and lace top had been cover for her bikini underneath, since her mother was already in the house with hailey she would avoid a scolding for her shorts.

Lolita smiled at others as she passed through the Bieber backyard full of family and friends. Her hazel eyes searched the yard for any of the Bieber brothers or her mother for that matter, but she was only met with the bieber's friends and family who were conversing among each other. Children and teens sat around the pool, giggling and splashing away. She was lost until she spotted hailey and her mother through the patio doors, surrounded by a few other adults. Her mother seemingly flirting with one of the older men beside her.

        She rolled her eyes at her mother and continued on her search for any of the Bieber men, she turned and bumped into a hard chest which sent her backwards slightly but a strong hand  pressed against the arch of her back; making the position intimate. Lolita looked up quickly only to move away just as fast, a deep chuckle escaped his lips.

Jaxon grinned at Lolita , his eyes couldn't help but travel down to her tanned legs, only to feel guilty for looking at her in that way. He knew he couldn't cross that boundary because of his nephew, not only that, her age did play a factor also. " Hey Lolita , where have you been? Mason has been scattering around the yard." He snickered , remembering how mason's eyes darted across the yard every few moments and how he couldn't sit still for even a second.

Lolita resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead she laughed along with him. "Oh, he'll be fine. I had something to take care of before I made an appearance." She replied with a playful edge, then glanced around the yard once more. "Where is he by the way?" Her curiosity had heightened, but not for mason. She had been looking for Mr. Bieber, who had been running the grill in a tight white beater and a cold beer clutched in his hand. When lolita spotted him, she couldn't help but to bite her lip subtly.

"He's in the garden with a few friends."

She finally broke her stare, Jaxon had been doing a bit of staring also, he was curious; he'd concluded that mason was wrong to be head over heels for this girl, she was obviously gorgeous but he'd notice something else, something he couldn't put his finger on but he would be sure to warn his nephew of her later on. Sure, he didn't have the greatest judgement when it came to women but Lolita threw him off; he hadn't came across someone who could be salacious and innocent all at once. But then again , Lolita threw off everyone she came across, she couldn't help it.

No one was like her.

    "Thank you jaxon, hopefully I find him before he starts digging holes in the ground."

Lolita hips swayed as she descended through the crowd in the backyard, attracting attention from many but ignoring it all. She finally made it to the entrance of the garden, there were a few people sitting on the bench along the path she took. Lolita couldn't help but to wonder what these friends of his were like. She hoped they weren't so much like the stereotypical group of suburban kids; ignorant and unaware of the rest of the worlds problems. As she walked further into the garden , the bushes grew taller and she was out of view to anyone who watched her with curious eyes.

       She grew closer to the laughter and chattering voices, mason had been standing between two giggling girls while conversed with three other guys who were just as tall as mason if not taller. The girls caught her attention mainly because one of them looked familiar with her sandy brown hair and dark eyes while the other had dark hair and sparkling blue orbs. Lolita was impressed they were pretty but she wouldn't admit that they were average aloud.

        "Lola!" Mason bellowed causing his friends to look at her curiously, he abandoned the spot between they two girls and immediately ran to her side. Lolita's pink lips stretched into one of her charming  smiles, she knew Mason had missed her. Of course he would, he was almost following her around like a lost puppy everyday. "There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you I want you to meet my friends."

     Mason wrapped his brawny arm around her small waist and grinned at his friends, " are you gonna introduce us or continue to squeeze the poor girl like she's your teddy bear?" One of the guys teased, causing the other guys to snicker childishly. Lolita shook her head slightly, she realized that he was probably the childish one of the group; with his boyish style, almost like a rejected frat boy, he would probably be trouble although Lola thought he had enticing green eyes.

         "He is right Mason, I'm dying to know the girl you wouldn't stop talking about." The dark haired girl acridly spoke, it wasn't hard to tell that she and Mason had some sort of problem but Lolita didn't care for it.

            "Lola, the girl over there with the bitter attitude is Kylie." Mason said dismissively , while he continued to introduce his friends. Lola had learned the the three guys names were Jay, Glenn, and who Lolita had referred to as the reject frat boy Darrel. The familiar face had a name, Arriel, Lolita didn't know why she found Arriel to be someone she might've known but instead of dwelling on it she moved on enjoying the sight of four boys who didn't act their correct ages.

Mason was a different person around his friends, Lolita couldn't help but notice how he would often say and do things for the attention of others. It was a big turn off for Lolita, she couldn't stand when anybody would be completely different when they were around certain people. She shook her head as Mason bragged about the cars that he would claim to be getting soon, the others ate it up but Lolita saw right through him. The more he spoke, the more it drew Lolita away from him.

She was annoyed by the time the sun had began to set, the backyard had now been lit with tiki candle poles and the pool was vacant . Many of the adults were having a drink and laughing obnoxiously on the patio. Lolita had decided to get away , apart from Mason and his friends, she was starting to get tired of people. She began to make her way into the bieber's home, up the long stairs and down the narrow hallway, to her sanctuary; the library.

      Lolita pushed open the heavy wooden door, and was greeted by the smell of the withering pages of some of the older books and the absolute bliss of pure silence. She sighed softly, taking in the room that had a specific memory that she couldn't get rid of. Lola shivered at the thought, but she brushed it off; did Mr. Bieber have the young girl shivering? She bit her lip at the memory of it all, but continued to browse at the book selection. She came across a few novel on the theory of God, and of course her favorite; Greek mythology.

      "Hmm, I could use a good read." She hummed to herself , whisking two books into her hands. Lolita spotted a big brown chair next to the window that overlooked the backyard. The glow of the lighten torches revealed a few familiar faces, her mother was still there; enjoying her time with a good looking member of the Bieber family.

Lolita took in the site in before her as she had a seat in the chair, she wasn't sure if they could see her but she didn't care. Plainly, she sat, one person could see her; he wanted to talk to her and that was his plan.

      "Excuse me," Mr. Bieber announced to his wife and guests as he stood from the flimsy lawn chairs, sitting the amber colored bottle onto the table. Hailey gave her husband a loving smile , continuing her conversation with Dian and the rest of her friends. No one paid any mind to the way Mr.bieber was practically running through the patio doors. With determination, he walked passed the room in which Christopher was also entertaining his cousins and friends.

     Mr.Bieber hurriedly walked down the long hallway to the dark mahogany door , pushing it open quietly. He spotted the young girl's tanned legs draped over the arm of the large chair. Making sure to close the door behind him as he walked smoothly into the room, his eagerness masked my his cool exterior.

     "Lola," he asserted through the silence of the room, Lolita nearly threw her book. The sound of his authoritative voice made her shiver slightly, but a small smirk stretched on her pink lips; she knew that voice. Mr. Bieber has stepped closer to the chair, placing his hand his red shorts as he did so. "Missing the party , are we? "

      "Nothing is being missed out there." Lolita States dismissively, she closes her book and places it on the large window sill before her. Standing from her seat as Mr. Bieber watched closely, her hips a taunting reminder of  what was actually under her small shorts and bright colored tank top. "Besides, I love books more than I like people."

    "Hopefully not more than me."

     "Especially more than you."

     The sound of his deep chuckle echoes off the walls of the room, the young girl always amused him with her quick resurgence. " I would say I'm deeply appalled that would even make it past your lips but I wouldn't be very honest, now would I?" He facetiously replied, somehow his legs began to move before he could even think about his actions; finding himself standing directly in front of Lolita, his frame towering above hers.

      Lolita's famous mischievous smile graced her face yet again, glancing at him underneath the thickness of her long lashes. "Where have you been Mr. Bieber?" Lowly, she speaks, changing the subject of her insult. Her small hand finding its way to the material of his t-shirt—which Lolita approved of— giving it a slight tug. "Seems as if you were avoiding me."

          The speed of his heart seemed to gallop along, Mr. Bieber hadn't felt her touch in a week or so. He couldn't help the way that his body reacted to the smallest touch of the young girl; it was magnetic, and quiet frankly, pathetic."I'm not the one avoiding anyone, you are." He retaliated almost childlike as he brought his large hand up to the nape of her neck, letting the rough pads of his fingers caress the soft skin of the small minx.

   Lolita shivered slightly, a sense of relief crashing over her body and mind like a tidal wave.  "Little Lola, you looked at me at least twenty times today and yet you didn't approach me." He explained as his voice became rougher as at thickened with lust. The room seemed to become hazy to Lolita, god, why was her body reacting like this?  "Sweetheart, you can't keep neglecting me."

         "No neglecting here , just staying away from things that are bad for me."

       Lolita was right. Mr. Bieber was bad for her and the same thing applied for him. The pair had been careless around each other, not a single thought passed through their mind as the stood in the open view of the window— their hands exploring each other while they became imprudent of the watchful pair eyes that stared in shock.

   How could they had been so careless?