fifteen

                                    

                                          
"Beautiful singing voice you have there."
                          
I let out an audible squeak when I heard the voice. I clutched my towel tighter around my body as I turned around, revealing Justin sitting on my bed.
                          
"You scared me."
                          
He shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips, "Well, you did tell me to come in when I got here."
                          
"Normal people wait out on the couch." I laughed, walking over to my dresser to pick out my clothes. 
                          
"You should know by now that I'm not normal."
                          
"Oh, I already knew that." 
                          
He laughed, "Shut up."
                          
"Make me." I giggled. 
                          
I pulled my clothes from my dresser and turned around to face the boy. 
                          
"Are you flirting with me, Crystal Kirkland?"
                          
I smirked as I shrugged, "I don't know, Justin Foley."
                          
Justin started to walk over to me, but I quickly scurried off to the bathroom to change. Once inside, I locked the door and dropped my towel. Since it was already past 10 o'clock at night, I had decided to put pajamas on which consisted of plaid pj shorts and a black oversized tshirt of my brother's. 
                          
"What do you want to watch on Netflix?" I asked as I emerged from the bathroom. 
                          
Justin just eyed me.
                          
"I have pants on you pervert, my shirt is just really long. Now, put your pjs on and meet me in the living room."
                          
•••••
                          
"Why can't watching Netflix be my job?" I mumbled. 
                          
Justin shrugged as he pulled me closer to him, "I would also like that to be my job."
                          
"We can be work buddies." I smiled up at him. 
                          
A smile stretched across his face, "Why are you so adorable?"
                          
I blushed and looked down at my lap. This boy had some sort of power over me. All of a sudden, Justin placed a kiss on the top of my head.
                          
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
                          
He shrugged, "I dunno."
                          
My eyes found his staring at my lips. I bit my lip as I looked at the boy who I was practically laying on top of. His hands moved hold my waist steady. 
                          
He began to lean in and I instinctively closed my eyes, waiting for his lips to meet mine. I waited patiently for him. His lips brushed across mine sending shivers down my spine. 
                          
How can he have such power over me?
                          
I could feel Justin's hot breath on my lips, I was beyond ready for his lips to be one mine. But then it happened. The doorbell rang. 
                          
"Are you kidding me?" I groaned, crawling off of the couch. 
                          
I could hear Justin mumble a few curse words as I made my way over to the door. The doorbell rang a couple more times before I opened it. 
                          
"What the hell are you doing here?" I seethed. 
                          
"Am I not allowed to come see my girlfriend?"
                          
My fist balled up in anger, "I'm not your girlfriend anymore, Bryce."
                          
Bryce opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Justin who shoved up beside me. 
                          
"Is there a problem here?" 
                          
Bryce looked between the two of us. I guess we didn't look the best since I was wearing an oversized men's tshirt and Justin only had pj pants on. 
                          
"You slut!" Bryce yelled. 
                          
That's when I felt the stinging sensation on my cheek. My hands flew up to hold my face. 
                          
"Dude, what the hell?!" Justin yelled, pulling me behind him. 
                          
He slapped me. Bryce really slapped me. 
                          
"She's a freaking whore. She's been cheating on me with you for months. Hasn't she?!" 
                          
A tear fell down my cheek as I let out a whimper.
                          
"No, she hasn't. The only reason I'm here is because she's being a good friend and let me stay here while my mom's shitty boyfriend is at the apartment." Justin snapped. 
                          
Bryce narrowed his eyes at Justin, raising a finger and pointing it at him, "You're the reason my relationship went to shit, Foley. I hope you rot in hell."
                          
"Just get the hell out, Bryce!" I cried out. 
                          
He rolled his eyes and stormed back down the steps that lead off the front porch. Justin slammed the door and locked it. He turned around and immediately pulled me into a hug. I just stood there and cried into his chest. I didn't want any of this to happen. I'm just glad Justin is here for me. 
                          
I felt something hit the back of my neck. It confused me, so I looked up at Justin. He had tears falling down his cheeks. 
                          
"Justey, please don't cry." I whispered, that's as loud as my voice could go at the moment. 
                          
He shook his head as the tears continued to fall, "I just hate that I'm what caused him to slap you like that."
                          
"Bryce is just an awful human being. I'm glad you're the one here comforting me instead of him."