《Texts | Justin》Where's Justin?
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"It's actually getting quiet chilly today, damn." Maejor says trying to warm himself up
"Good thing I wore a long sleeve." I say finishing my breakfast.
"Oh lucky you."
I roll my eyes, standing up to put my plates away. I am so tired right now and I don't even know where most people are right now. I saw Scooter, who was on his way out with Alfredo. The dancers, I don't know, Martin he was here a few minutes ago but he went to his room again and Justin? I don't know where he is. Oh well.
"Where is everyone?" I ask Maejor once I got back to the table
"You mean where's Justin?" Maejor teases
"Stop." I chuckle
"Justin was here before but he left, for someone."
"Someone?"
"I've said too much." Maejor says putting his hands up in surrender
oh?
"Well, I'm going to the mall."
"For?" Maejor asks
"Shopping, since I missed Black Friday." I pout
"Ooo, sorry man."
"It's alright, I'm gonna go now, if you see Justin, tell him to text me." I say standing up
"Okay, I'm waiting for Martin anyways." He says taking his phone out.
"Cool, catch you later." I say and leave.
Okay first I need to go back to my hotel room to take my bag, then i can head out.
I push the elevator button and wait for it to come and while I wait for it I call an Uber which said it was 10 minutes away.
The elevator doors finally open and I saw Martin.
"Oh hey, Holls, where are you going?" He asked nervously
"To my room, to get my bag." i say slowly and clearly confused
"Where are you heading to?" He asks getting out the elevator
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"Just some shopping a little." I say entering the elevator
Well what a weird conversation
"Oh okay, have fun."
"Thanks, do know where Justin is?" I ask pushing my floor number on the elevator button.
"Um nope. Gotta go bye." He says then walks away to I guess Maejor.
The elevator doors close.
He definitely knows where Justin is. But whatever, I do need to stop thinking about him for like one second, more than one second. Probably for one bloody day.
I finally make it to my floor after the lonely quiet elevator ride. I walk down the aisle and walking down it I finally reach Justin's hotel room, gosh should I knock? or should i carry on walk back to my room ? It's strange I haven't seen him
No, go get your bag holly
Knock holly
Stop, remember how awkward it was last time?
He's probably lonely and sick
Knock
Don't knock
Knock
Knock
Fucking knock
I look at my hotel room at a distance and look at Justin's hotel door right in front of me.
You know what? Fuck it, I wanna be a good friend.
I loudly knock 3 times waiting for him answer the door.
He doesn't answer. Maybe he's not here?
I knock once more loudly and I here some mumbles inside. Okay he's definitely here. I hear some footsteps getting closer and my heart starts to beat faster and then the door unlocks,
"Hey Martin di-"
It wasn't Justin.
It was some bloody girl.
hey martin??
"Oh um, are you room service?" She asks confused
the fuck, do I look like room service??
"Oh no, I'm looking for Justin?" I reply
"Sorry, are you a fan or something?" She asks annoyed
"No, I'm his friend." I raise my voice
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She laughs,"what's your name?" She asks with a plastered smile
"Holly-May." I say
Her smile drops, there we go. another bitch that hates me, but oh well, i wasn't going to try be friends with her anyways
"Oh, so you're the famous holly may hamilton?" Then she laughs loudly like I said the funniest thing ever.
That's when I knew,
"Oh hi I'm Sahara. Must I call Justin for you? We were just keeping each other company but I can ca-"
"Don't call him its fine, since you guys are busy keeping each other company just tell him it wasn't me? Please, thanks." I say walking away from her without a reply to my hotel room.
"Okay bye hamii!" She shouts and laughs one more time and then shuts the door.
Do. NOT. Call me Hami. Son of a bitch I'm fuming right now.
I feel heart broken and ANGRY. Why the fuck Justin would you let your model side chick hoebag open the door at YOUR hotel room?
and that 'Hami' - too far
I forcefully open the door to my hotel room with the card and it opens, I leave the door open and quickly run to my room to take my hand bag and quickly leave the room and lock it again.
I speed walk back to the elevator, praying to god that Justin's door doesn't open and happily it doesn't. I enter the elevator and press the ground button, the doors close and I lean on the walls crossing my arms still trying to process what had happened.
When I asked Justin who Sahara was he gave me an answer of 'nobody, don't worry about it' - something like that. But, she doesn't seem like a nobody?
At this point now, I don't trust Justin and to think we had something????? Am I dumb? This boy likes his opposites which are HOE MODELS/BITCHES and I am none of those.
Justin is dumb, I'm dumb and at this point I'm trying to tell myself that I don't like him anymore but I can't, but I will try, if I can.
I mean I probably got the whole story wrong but when I was talking to her she made it sound like I disturbed them from their makeout/fucking session.
I feel like going back home now. But I can't, let me just get this tour life over with its rude to just leave. But it's also rude that Justin didn't tell me about that girl.
I'm confused.
What should I do?
Shopping, yes shopping.
But still, should I trust Justin?
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