Selena's POV:

I closed the door behind me and walked to Jazmyn's bed, where she was curled up in a ball. When she felt the weight of my body sinking on the edge of the bed, she uncovered her face. Her greenish hazel eyes were puffy and red and her cheeks were tear-stained and flushed.  I stayed silent until she decided she wanted to talk so she wouldn't feel pressured. "Boys are jerks." She muttered, her bottom lip still trembling.  Of course this would have to do with boys. 99.9% of girls' problems concern the opposite sex. I gave her a sympathetic look. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Since I've never had a younger sister I opted for treating Jazzy like I would treat any of my girl friends.  A pang of pain crossed her eyes and she struggled not to cry again as she sat upright, resting her body against the wall.Save & Publish  "I thought he loved me, he said he did." Her eyes stared lost at the wall. "He said I was different." She sniffed once and switched her gaze to me.  I licked my lips. "Whatever it was he did, he doesn't deserve you if he didn't appreciate you."  She scoffed, flicking her hair from her face. "That's so easy to say. You're not the one who's been cheated on because you didn't want to have sex just yet." She exclaimed bitterly as a fresh wave of tears overcame her tired eyes.  Well now I can tell that the strong temperament is something everyone has in Justin's family. I reached for a box of tissues that was resting on her nightstand and snatched a few, wiping her face slowly. I would have given her a hug but she doesn't look much like a hugger.  "I've been cheated on too, you know?" I replied softly, making Jazmyn's expression change from bitterness to disbelief. "The boy I had a crush on for about four years was kissing my best friend the day of my birthday. In front of my face." I chuckled at the memory, now it just seemed stupid to cry over Nate.  Jazzy's mouth formed a big 'O'. "What the fuck? Well, your friend's a hoe and that guy is an asshole." She stated. "I would have chopped the prick's penis and fed it to her, see if she liked it so much now." She sneered.  I laughed loudly at her choice of words – not that she wasn't right though – and she joined me. "I can't believe you just said that." I shook my head, trying to get rid of the laughter because my stomach was hurting from laughing so much in the same day. "But the point is," I became serious once again, tucking some strands of hair that were stuck to Jazmyn's face behind her ears. "you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince."  She sighed before looking up at me again. "Do you think my brother is gonna be your prince?" She blurted out.  The question caught me off guard, making me blush hard.  "I mean, I've never seen him this whipped before." She continued, cracking a smile.  I shifted on the bed while my fingers played with the hem of my plaid shirt. "I guess he could be. I don't know yet." I tossed all my hair to one side, smiling lightly at Jazmyn. "But I really hope he will be." I admitted timidly.  Jazzy ginned but sadness was still evident in her eyes, making me frown. "Look, I know everything looks terrible now but I promise it will be much better if you try to have some fun with Jaxon. It's his birthday after all." I encouraged her to stand up.  "Don't say anything to Justin. God knows what he'll do to Colton if he finds out." She pleaded me with her eyes. "If he asks you, just make up an excuse." She stood up, blowing her nose with a tissue. "Oh, and thank you, Selena."  I couldn't help but bite my lip. Lying to Justin and gaining his sister's trust little by little or telling him and losing every hope of doing so? I went for the second option, also scared of what Justin would do to the guy if he found out about what he did to his little sister and how that could affect his seemingly already long list of crimes.  "Alright. And it's no problem." I whispered, giving Jazmyn a small smile and leaving her to compose herself totally.  As soon as I closed the door of her bedroom, Justin was by my side wearing an anxious expression to go with his white v-neck, red pants and black high-tops. "Hi." I murmured, smiling up at him. Here starts the lie.  "Did she tell you what happened?" He rushed me to spill everything as I bit the inside of my cheek.  "She just had an argument with her best friend, nothing major. You don't have to worry, Justin." I assured him but avoided his gaze, unable to lie straight to his face.  From the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me with a mix of suspicion and confusion so I gave him a reassuring hug to shut his thoughts off.  "Okay?" It sounded more like a question than a statement but I played it cool by giving him a grin. He immediately grinned back, leaning down to leave a sweet kiss on my lips.  The door behind us cracked open, making Justin jump back away from me in fright.  Jazzy stood there awkwardly, stifling a giggle. "I'm just going to wash my face." She jabbed her finger at the bathroom upon what we nodded.  Justin was slightly red when I looked at him again, making me chuckle. "How are the kids?" I asked, walking with him into the living room.  "Good, I guess. They made me play Playmobil Firefighters." He gave me a knowing bored look causing me to break into fits of giggles. Tommy had chosen that game as Jaxon's birthday present.  "Revenge is sweet." He whispered in my ear before speaking out loud. "Hey guys, Sel wants to play with you!"  The kids stood up squealing and came running the short space towards me, taking one of my hands each and forcing me to sit down with them. Before my butt touched the floor I sent Justin a death glare but, soon after, I found myself completely immersed in their little game.
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"So, we have the whole house to ourselves." Justin murmured, dropping kisses across my jaw until he met my mouth but I opened it to talk.  "What about your mom?"  He opened his eyes and locked them with mine. His intense stare still made me go queasy inside. "She isn't coming until dinner and by then you won't be here so... " He trailed off with that seductive voice he always puts on like he knows I can't resist it.  Jazzy had taken the kids to the park nearby after we sang 'happy birthday' to Jaxon and ate the cake, because she was meeting her own friends there. So yes, Justin and I were alone. And I can't decide if that's good or bad.  After some failed attempts to kiss me in which I had evilly teased Justin, I let him do it. We were sitting on the creamy-colored couch of his living room, our legs entangled. He tried to pull me into his lap to straddle him but I refused, chuckling in the kiss. When it broke, Justin looked annoyed and rolled his eyes as I started to focus mine on the Playmobil Firefighters game. "You're such a tease." He complained in my ear earning more giggles from me.  "It reminds me of my parents." I stated after a few moments. Justin's eyes darted across the room to the toy lying on the floor, little dolls scattered around it.  "How?" His eyebrows furrowed in interest.  "They met because of a fire." I said, playing with Justin's fingers on my lap. Not meaning to sound like a pervert but Justin has long fingers and his hands are sexy. Okay, I'll shut up now.  "Really?"  "Yeah. My mom had just moved to the city from a small town in Tennessee, searching for luck in the world of fashion. So one day, the kitchen of her apartment burnt and the firefighters had to come." I elaborated. "They called the police too and that's how she met my dad." I finished, smiling. "Cute, isn't it?" I glanced up at Justin through my lashes as he snorted.  "You find everything cute." He lay on his back on the couch, leaving me to put one of my legs over his in some entangled mess.  "I find you the cutest." I leaned down to squeeze his cheeks, making him groan and slap my hands away, although he did laugh softly.  "But anyways, it isn't as cute as this story of some girl that met her boyfriend in the Bronx but whatever." He rolled his eyes playfully, stroking my leg with one of his hands while the other was tucked under his head.  "It wasn't exactly cute when you came to my car all badass-like and scared the living daylights out of me." I punched him in the arm playfully.  "You love my badass self." He scoffed jokingly. "Don't fool yourself."  "I must admit it is pretty sexy." I whispered seductively, reconnecting our lips for a quick kiss. Felling Justin smile/smirk against the kiss was one of the most amazing feelings ever.  "What can I say? I'm a sexy." Justin replied after we pulled away, me still hovering over him a little. I shook my head at his cockiness only to rest it on top of his chest right after. "Why did your parents call you Selena?" He blurted out after some minutes of comfortable silence, brushing some strands of my hair out of my face.  "Actually, because they met in Selena." I smiled. "My mom lived there."  "Awwwww." He cooed making me laugh uncontrollably, sitting upright in order not to choke.  I don't know if he's ever aware of how adorable he is when he looks at me with that infamous smile of his, his eyes lighting up in amusement. I just feel happy in those moments.  "Why did your parents called you Justin?" I questioned in pure curiosity. My fingers absentmindedly drew patters on his t-shirt, feeling his abs underneath my fingertips. Yep, my boyfriend works out.  "According to my mom, I was Jesse during her whole pregnancy but when I was born I didn't look like a Jesse." He shrugged. "So they called me Justin."  "Oh Lord, I'm glad they did." I pursed my lips to prevent me from laughing. I have nothing against that name but I like Justin better, to be honest.  "Me too." He admitted like it would have been the worst thing to be called Jesse, sending me his million dollar smile.  "I have a proposition for you, by the way." I suddenly remembered my conversation with my mother.   "What is it?" He asked slowly as if he was afraid of what was going to come out of my mouth next. Did he think I was gonna ask him to marry me?!  "Well, you see, my mom is going to be presenting her new clothes line for men and she's looking for some models... " I trailed off, giving him the hint to where I was going with this.  "No." He quickly exclaimed.  "You haven't even let me explain." I whined, hitting my thighs with my fists.  He sat up, aiming to leave. "I'm not gonna model for your mom." His figure was out of the room before I had time to blink.  I followed after him. I wasn't gonna let him turn this offer down. "Justin." I dragged his name.  "Selena." He mimicked me, opening the fridge to get a can of beer out.  "Jesse." The joke escaped my lips before I could stop it, making me slap a hand to my mouth.  Justin glared at me offended, stomping past me and back into the living room. Once again I followed him like a lost puppy and stood by the doorway while he sat and opened the can. The clicking of the cap and the gas coming out of the can were the only sounds heard.  "You can't decline this, Justin." I whined, running my hands through my hair.  At first, he didn't even glance my way but then he sent me a sarcastic glance. "Watch me."   I sighed at his stubbornness. "It's a great opportunity. You don't know how good these things are paid." I nibbled on my bottom lip, hoping the money would make him change his mind.  "I already have my ways to get money." He shrugged, bringing the green can to his lips and taking a long gulp of the liquid.  "I wish you didn't." I murmured to myself, rolling my eyes.  "What was that?" His brows shot upwards as if challenging me to say it again. Damn, is he bipolar? One second we're all jokes and fun, the next he's snapping at me.  "Nothing." I muttered. "Just do it, Justin. It's fun."  "I have never done anything like that." He refused to look at me but I knew he was beginning to give up.  "That's not a problem. You're cheeky and you're h—" I stopped myself mid-sentence, going scarlet red.  Justin turned around smirking. "Continue." He motioned with his fingers for me to go on, enjoying my embarrassment.  "I-I have nothings else to say." I stammered, picking at my nails, my eyes dropping to the floor.  Justin left the unfinished can on the café table in front of the sofa and began his way towards me. "You were gonna say I'm hot."  When I realized he was already standing in front of me, looking down at my innocent eyes, my breath hitched in my throat. His hands were placed on the wall either side of me, leaving me trapped. I always seem to end up in this situation with this boy.  "No, I wasn't." It felt like the old days when I hardly knew Justin and he would intimidate me so easily.  "So I'm not hot?" His voice lowered down to that sexy whisper that always managed to sweep me off the ground and stumble in the air, like my legs had turned into jelly and they could no longer support my weight.  I could literally not utter a word and Justin just chuckled knowingly, his hot breath hitting my flustered cheek as he came closer to my ear.  "No." I managed to breathe out, although it was a lie.  I could almost picture Justin smirking. "That's why I have this effect on you?" His lips brushed against my sensitive skin, leaving feather-like kisses along my jaw and neck, returning to look at my face right after. He was leaning so close that our noses were touching and I was nearly hyperventilating.  His lips were looking so appealing that I just wanted him to stop talking and kiss me already but I wasn't gonna show my vulnerability to him and let him win.  Clawing my hands on the wall behind, I reunited all my confidence and spoke up. "What are you talking about?"  One of Justin's hands moved from the wall to my waist, rubbing up and down and sending shivers down my spine. "This." He pointed out, forcing our eyes to remain locked. His other hand cupped my cheek and it seemed like his fingertips were sending electric waves through my skin. "This."  I had never in my life felt like that, like I was under a spelt and everything around me was just a blur. There was no room, no can of beer, no wall, just Justin and me. An unknown emotion started pooling in my stomach and shooting through my whole body, setting it on fire. It was like I ached for Justin's lips and for him to be as close to me as humanly possible. It scared me. It scared me to think that I was becoming so dependent on someone I didn't fully trust yet, someone I had met only a couple months ago, someone I had never in my life pictured myself with. It was lust.  "And this." Justin brushed his lips with mine, creating some kind of electric current between our flesh, but pulled away almost immediately. He repeated the process a few times, his soft, perfect lips lingering longer every time but disappearing eventually.  My eyes blinked violently. "Stop teasing me, Justin." I groaned, getting tired of his games. The desire was just growing more and more intense by the second and I was afraid of what may happen if the sexual tension wasn't resolved.  Justin was gonna laugh but I didn't let his mouth go far enough to do that as I took control and attacked his lips with mine, my hand secured at the back of his neck so he couldn't pull away again. As soon as our lips connected, I noticed I wasn't the only one craving for this. Our mouths moved in sync, our heads tilting to opposite sides to deepen the kiss. As usual, and despite my eagerness, it was Justin who slipped his tongue in my mouth, taking advantage of a gasp I emitted when he squeezed my ass. His hips pinned me to the wall as the hand that was on my cheek pulled at my hair slightly. My hands were clutched around his neck.  "You taste like beer." I mumbled when we momentarily pulled away for air. I've never liked beer but I guess the mix of beer and Justin wasn't that bad at all.  Our lips meshed together once again, the atmosphere growing hotter as his hands travelled up my sides to hold my neck, pulling even more passion into the kiss. The same way they had come up, they slid down only this time taking my shirt with them. I left my arms fall limp by my sides so the cloth would roll down them to end up on the floor and immediately after, my hands climbed up to his hair again. A deep groan left Justin's throat as I played with his baby hairs, making me moan into the kiss and press myself more against him.  What the hell are you doing? Stop now, Selena! The voice in my head shouted but I ignored it, lost in the sensation Justin was making me feel.  One of his hands pulled one of my legs up, making me jump a little to wrap both legs around his waist. We were so close I could feel his heart hammering against his chest, just like mine. Justin moved backwards to the couch, where he put me down, never disconnecting our lips as he hovered over me.  His lips left my mouth to trail down my neck, this time leaving open-mouthed wet kisses along and making me chew on my bottom lip so I wouldn't moan out loud. Justin didn't stop though, he continued working on his magic moving his hot lips down to my collarbone. I felt my skin burn where his tongue licked and sucked.   "No...hickeys." I choked out and I felt the vibration of his chuckle on my skin. I was feeling something pressing against my inner thigh and I was afraid I knew what it was but I couldn't find the will to stop him just yet. I knew what I was risking by letting this all go so far but right then, my mind was too clouded to think straight.  You're gonna regret this.  Justin's lip reconnected with mine, my hands travelling down his chest and abs, enjoying the feeling.  He interpreted that as a hint to take his t-shirt off and that's what he did. Tugging at the collar from the back, he discarded the garment to the floor, next to my shirt.  Oh my god.  I bit my lip. Why does he have to be so hot?  "Enjoying the view?" Justin whispered in my ear, flipping us over so I was on top. He gave me another kiss almost making me not realize that he was trying to lift my top up. Then it clicked on me.  You can't do this.  I disconnected our mouths. "Justin, I, I'm on my period so..." I lied, making all the desire lingering in the air quickly disappear and heat rush to my face. A part of me wanted to keep making out because I loved it but I wasn't ready for the next stage – and I was afraid Justin wouldn't be willing to stop if we kept going – so I had to make something up quickly. I know, brilliant idea.  "Oh." Was all he replied. You could sense the discomfort in his expression.  "Yeah." I awkwardly lifted myself off him in embarrassment.  He imitated my actions, standing up and looking briefly at his pants. I followed his gaze and I swear my heart skipped a beat when I saw the size of the bulge. Having that, inside you, must hurt. Darting my eyes away fast, I felt my face go even redder as I leaned down to pick my shirt from the wooden floor.  "I'll go take care of this." He murmured partly amused, partly annoyed.  I sat down on the couch and blew a puff of air, making my I-just-make-out hair fly away from my face.  Well, first time you give a boy a boner, girl...        
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"Are you decent?" Blake's voice yelled from the other side of the door.  "Yes, I am" I shouted back, laughing.  The door flew open – a habit of my brother – revealing Blake in a suit. "Mom sent me to know if you're almost done."  I sniggered at how formal he looked. "She made me wear it, okay?" He exclaimed in annoyance but ended up laughing along. I know how much he hates dressing up.  I returned my sight to the full length mirror I stood in front of. "I'm done." I said applying a coat of my favorite cherry lip-gloss on my plump lips. They still were swollen from before... "How do I look?" I spun around, letting Blake take in what I was wearing.  A bottle green sheath dress hugged my body, stopping right above my knees. It had golden studs on the shoulders and the sleeves reached my elbows. I was wearing black tights underneath and my wedged black ankle-boots.  "Trés chic." He answered in a terrible French accent.  I slapped the back of his head as I passed by to leave the room. "Ow." I sent him an innocent grin and grabbed my black clutch where I had stuffed my phone and some other stuff.  "It makes your butt look huge." He exaggerated behind me as a vengeance. I just chuckled. As long as Justin likes my butt, it's cool for me.  We left the house soon after, getting in my dad's Mercedes to drive up to his office. The building was in the city center and it was one of the tallest of the whole NYC. Today, it would just be filled with the families of the people who worked there and my stomach was praying there would be food.  I sat by the window, glancing distractedly at the streets we passed by, while everyone else conversed. We drove by the Starbucks I had gone to with Justin, the subway station, the streets we had walked through together... By this time, everything reminded me of him. He was starting to become all I thought about and, not gonna lie, it was frightening. I was falling for him, and hard.  "Isabella! You're so grown up." Everybody greeted me once we arrived. I found myself alone among people I didn't even remember that were calling me by a name I hated. My parents and brothers were nowhere to be seen so I just had to strike some conversation with these people. Keeping a fake smile on my face was my only option.  "It's your last year of high school, right?" A woman with bright red hair that cascaded pin straight to her waist asked. I think she was the wife of my father's boss so I decided to be nice.  "Yes, it is Mrs. Hicks." I nodded, smiling politely.  "Any ideas for college or not yet?" She grinned, taking a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.  I picked a coke and took a sip before responding. "I'm still thinking about it but I'm really interested in Biochemistry and Maths."  "Wow, so you're a good student then." That was her euphemistic way of calling me a geek. She straightened her black dress with her free hand. "Your father is always boasting about his dear daughter." She pointed nicely, finishing her glass of champagne and stopping the same waiter to take another one. Woah, alcoholic.  "Thank you." I twirled my hair in my fingers out of boredom. I wasn't really enjoying myself being among old people asking me about school.  "I really love your dress, by the way. Who signs it?" She raised her black eyebrows – which made a horrible contrast with the redness of her hair – interested.  "It's actually my mom's creation." I confessed proudly, straightening my back.  "I'll have to stop by one of her stores soon." She giggled and drowned her third glass of champagne.  After Mrs. Hicks left, another bunch of people questioned me about college so when I spotted Blake across the room, I saw my chance to escape.  I leaned against the table he was standing by, eating whatever there was. The food looked almost as unappealing as the catering at Tommy's soccer game, which reminded me, once again, of Justin.  "Having the time of your life, huh?" Blake spoke, chewing on a shrimp. Ew, I hate shrimps.  "Totally." I responded sarcastically.  "This shit is so boring." He sighed, looking for his next prey on the table which ended up being a salmon toast that seemed rather rotten.  "Blake!" I whispered/yelled, hoping no one would have heard him.  "What?"  "Your language." I scolded him. "Are you seeing new friends that are a bad influence or?"  "Says the girl going out with a criminal from the Bronx." He spat in irony.  I slapped my hand to his mouth, regretting right after when it got stained with mayonnaise. "Can you be quiet?" I hissed. "And he's not a criminal." I defended Justin, wiping my hand in a napkin.  "Yeah, whatever sis." He rolled his eyes and went back to eating.  My phone rang once, indicating I had new text. I got it out of my clutch in hopes that it would be Justin but, to my – I'm sorry – disappointment, it was from Kelsey.  I'm alone, wanna come for a sleepover guuurrl?  I chuckled. Since when does Kelsey say 'gurl'?  I can't. Already have a plan... well, if you can call coming to your father's office a plan :(  I typed back the quick response and almost yelped when I looked up and came face to face with a boy. Not any boy but Troy McAdams.  "Bella, long time no see." He said excitedly, engulfing me in a hug. I awkwardly wrapped my arms around him, still holding my phone in my hand and mouthing S.O.S words at Blake.  "Yep." I stuffed my phone back in my clutch, looking everywhere but at him awkwardly. Troy was cute, he had shaggy brown hair mopped across his forehead and green eyes. When we were 10, I found him charming and funny but with the years he grew to be annoying and stalkerish (don't know if that word actually exists but you get me). I hadn't seen him in months so he had changed, he was taller now and through his blue shirt you could see that he had been working out. But he was still a cocky 16-year-old that believed I was head over heels for him.  "Checking me out?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.  "Troy, I have a boyfriend." I stated, bored, while Blake watched us in amusement.  "Are you serious? I thought you had a crush on me." He snapped his middle finger and thumb together in faked disappointment, doing the hair flip I found so irritating.  "I see you haven't changed." I took another sip from my coke, setting the now empty glass on the table. Troy joined my brother in his let's-end-up-with-all-the-food mission.  "Wouldn't want to change when I'm so cool, would I?" He winked at me, stuffing a greasy chicken nugget in his mouth.  "Of course." My eyes rolled involuntarily. When I felt my phone beep again I almost sang the Hallelujah song, God was saving me from this jerk. I expected it to be Kelsey but much to my surprise – and happiness – it was Justin.  Come to the B2.  I frowned at the screen. This looked like a text Jigsaw would send, to be honest. Why is Justin always so secretive and mysterious? Why does he want me to go to the basement? I don't even know what's there and does it mean he's in the building?