Justin Hills Imagine

                                    

                                          


                          
Storyline: He's pissed, you're pissed, read the fucking imagine. 
                          
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"J..." I say, following him out of the club. 
                          
A guy tried flirting with me and I, apparently, didn't try hard enough to get him off. 
                          
Because kicking him in the balls isn't good enough any more. 
                          
"No, (Y/N) save it." Justin says, getting into the car. 
                          
"Justin Allen Hills you are too fucking drunk to drive don't you dare" I say, banging on the window. 
                          
"Back off, (Y/N) he warns, starting the car. 
                          
"Yo, what's going on?" Jack asks, running up to us. 
                          
"He's being a dick and is about to drive drunk. I'm done. You deal with his shit" I say, walking off in the other direction. 
                          
"WALK OF SHAME, BITCH!" Justin yells, and I flip him off, strutting away. 
                          
Thank god I wasn't wearing heels. 
                          
Where the fuck even are we? 
                          
Oh yeah, LA. 
                          
Don't the Fuentes brothers have a place up here? 
                          
*Calling Mike*

                          
"Hey (Y/N) what's up?" 
                          
"Justin's being a dick, are you guys in LA still?" I ask, avoiding streets in case Justin is driving around with Jack. 
                          
"Yeah me and Vic are still here. Where are you I'll come get you" He says, and I smile at his kindness. 
                          
"I have no flippin idea. Uh..." I say, looking around for any major landmark. 
                          
"Wait you guys went to After Dark, right?" He asks. 
                          
"Yeah" I say, coming out of the alleyway. 
                          
"Ok go towards the beach there's a ice cream shop called Annie's. I'll be there in 20 minutes don't go anywhere" He says, and hangs up, 
                          
"Alrighty then" I mutter, and jog over to the ice cream shop. 
                          
Thankfully, the club we went to wasn't a big famous club... it was a chill one. So I was wearing VANS, black skinny jeans, and a nice ass black shirt that showed off my curves. 
                          
All for Justin but apparently not. 
                          
Maybe it's why the guy harassed me? 
                          
There's a clothing shop right down the street that's surprisingly still open, so I run across the empty road and buy a black SD sweatshirt. 
                          
"I thought I told you not to move" Mike says, once I get back to the ice cream shop.
                          
 "My apologies I was cold" I say, and he laughs. 
                          
"Want some?" He asks, gesturing to the shop. 
                          
"Sure" I say, and we head inside. 
                          
Me and Mike have always been pretty close. We could both drink our body weight, and were huge Harry Potter fans, even though I preferred Star Wars. 
                          
"So... what happened?" Mike asks, once we sit in a booth. 
                          
"We were at the club, chilling as always. Justin went to get more drinks and this guy came up behind me. The other guys were about to get up but I told the guy three times to politely fuck off. After the third time I kicked him in the balls, but Justin saw me being nice to him instead. The guys were just as confused, because I'm the first person to get into a fight. Thing is, I don't like getting into fights, especially with older men who are two times my height and weight. I asked the guy to get off me and when he didn't, that's when I fought back" I say, and Mike nods.