Chapter song: Mark My Words by Justin Bieber

(Justin's pov)

-8am-

My phone keeps buzzing. Dammit. What do I have to do to get some sleep?

After minutes of buzzing, I irritably grab my phone and answer it.

"It's 8 in the fucking morning."

I grumble, not caring who it is.

"Justin, can you come over? My car just broke. I don't know who else to call."

It's Chantel. Fuck no. She's the last person I want to face.

"Are you fucking crazy? No."

I sit up from my bed and get up, leaving the room so Val doesn't wake up. I might have to raise my voice for this.

"Please? Baby, I'm sorry for last night. I was just mad."

Is she crying? Ugh, no.

"Ok ok. I'll be there. Don't cry baby, ok?"

I can't help myself. We were close. She was one of my favorites.

"Thank you, baby."

Then she hangs up. What am I doing? I'm just helping her out. I won't do anything illegal, I swear.

I write a quick note, telling Val that I'll be back; then I put on a white shirt and black shorts. I run a quick hand through my messy hair and pop a mint in my mouth.

"Where are you going?"

Za and Ryan are wide awake on the living room couch.

"A friend of mine's car broke down."

I tell them, knowing that it's no use covering up.

"Seriously?"

Khalil's eyebrows raise in amusement.

"Don't tell Val."

My begs come out a bit more desperate than I wanted.

"Your secret's safe with us."

Za crosses his heart, and I thank them before leaving. I hop in my car and drive to Chantel's location, which she texted to me.

My heart tenses up. This is such a bad idea. I should've stayed in bed with Val, so peaceful and quiet. So why don't I go back? Hell, I don't know.

Once I see Chantel, I park at a curb. She's wearing a tight, black mini skirt with a tight, white v-neck blouse. So tight. Damn, don't fall for it.

"Thank you babe."

Chantel reaches for my arm when I approach her, acting all innocent.

"What's up with the outfit?"

She can't possibly be wearing this for no reason.

"Oh, I was on my way to work. My car broke down."

Her peachy-pink nails stroke down my arm to my hand. Shit, I need those nails pressing into my back, just like last time, 2 months ago.

"Let me see your keys."

I hold out my hand for her, and she places her car keys in my hand, making sure to create physical contact. Her eyes are lustful, but I can't allow myself to give in. This isn't what I came here for.

Sticking to the plan, I step into her red Porsche and shove the keys in the ignition. The car instantly revives, and Chantel takes her place in the passenger seat.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

This was a waste of time, and a waste of a hard-on.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby."

Chantel puts her hand on my lap, making me harder. Fuck.

"Come here."

The words come out instinctively, like accepting an award. Chantel slides her body on my lap, her pink lips pulled into a smirk.

"I missed you, babe."

She snakes her hands behind my neck, lightly pressing her nails into my skin. Yes.

"I'm in a rush, baby."

My hands creep up her skirt, feeling her ass.

"Me too."

Chantel kisses me, so I kiss her back while pushing up her skirt.

She pulls off my shirt before fondling my chest. My hands squeeze her ass and add a few harsh slaps. Then I rip open her shirt and caress her breasts while she pulls down my pants. I lower the seat and flip her underneath me.

"Remember the rules."

I tug off her panties and open a condom.

"I sure do baby."

Chantel giggles and raises her hands up and her legs open. Yessss.

I shove myself inside her and start working on her, kissing her neck. My teeth tug and suck on her neck, making her moan and clench her fists.

"Touch me."

Desiring her nails in my back, I whisper to her. She does exactly what I want. Her nails press into my skin and shoulders, scratching every time I hit her g-spot. That only encourages me to go harder, deeper, more destructive. I'm in way too far to ever forgive myself. 6 inches deep is my limit, and I just past it. I wonder if Val's awake yet. She's on my mind, and not even Chantel can distract me from her. So why do I keep pounding on another girl's pussy?

"Can I cum, baby?"

Chantel moans with her nails scratching down my back. They go deeper as she cums on me.

"You feel so good. Fuck."

I breathe out and pull myself out of her.

"I love you."

Her words remind me that I need to get home. I fucked up bad.

"Yea, I need to get home."

I pull up my pants and grab my shirt.

"I'll call you later?"

Chantel sits up and pouts her lips.

"How 'bout I call you?"

Knowing I won't, I tell her anyway.

"Ok."

She rakes a hand through her hair as I open her car door. Once I'm out, I shut her door and sigh.

"I'm so fucked."

I start up my car again and drive off, away from danger. Dammit. Why did I do that? No no. I promised Valerie. How could I betray her? Fuck fuck fuck.

I will not say anything about it to her. That's the last thing I need to do. Just don't say a word about it. Act normal. I'm back at my house. Ready? Act normal.

"Act normal."

I breathe out and hide the evidence of sex on myself.

"That was quick."

Khalil and Za are still on the couch.

"Is Val awake?"

I shoot them a glare, warning them to keep it under control.

"Yea, she's upstairs."

Za chuckles as Ryan fixes himself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. I guess he just woke up.

Feeling terrible, I rush upstairs and enter my room to see no sign of Val.

"Baby?"

I look at the closed bathroom door in panic.

"I'm in the bathroom."

The sound of her voice makes me feel even worse. Damn, I hate myself. I make the worst decisions.

"Sorry."

Val opens the door, wearing a tank top and grey sweats. She sounds annoyed yet despondent. Shit, does she know.

"You ok?"

I grab her waist, but she swats them away. Fuck.

"I'm fine."

She mumbles and wraps her arms around herself.

"Obviously not."

She knows. Dammit. Please tell me she didn't find out.

"Let it go, ok?"

Val winces and holds her stomach. Maybe she doesn't know.

"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

Instantly, I walk closer to her. Shit. Please tell me it's not what I think it is.

"Yea, cramps."

She mumbled insecurely. Oh, of course. It's her time of the month. That's the best time.(Note to sarcasm.)

"Uhm, I'll get you some meds. Lay down, baby."

Shit, that was a close one. I thought I was dead meat back there.

It's just Val on her period, which means no sex for me. Dammit.

I grab a bottle of Tylenol and some water before heading back into my room.

"Here. Get comfortable babe."

Handing her the pills, I peck her forehead and sit beside her.

"You ok?"

I ask her again with my arm around her.

"Yea, where'd you go?"

She looks at me before leaning on my shoulder.

"The store."

I play it off smoothly and kiss her temple. I wonder if she'll buy it. I hope she does, because I need her to love me.

(A/N: ugh I have stupid midterms this week😩 Moving on, Justin's been in a really good mood recently☺️ Next post is on Monday)

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