Codeine || Interracial JB

Chapter 2 \\ Stay for a While

•••
"Do you want me to take them off?"
•••

At exactly 1:59, finely tailored suit Justin Bieber ordered a round of shots. I couldn't say no because he paid for them and insisted on me drinking half. I guess he thought that I could handle it. Can you hear me laughing?

"Here's to a-another hangover," I raised my glass to his before downing it, immediately feeling my throat burn like it was on fire. It was almost numb from the four other shots. "I am druuuunk," I giggled as Justin watched me with a small smile. He seemed to be completely fine. Well actually I didn't know that because my judgement was off, but thankfully my balance was in check. Perks of being in gymnastics for four years. God bless.

"Tori, you look like you're having a good time," Olivia chuckled as she made herself a drink. The club was closing in a few minutes and she usually had a drink or two before. Fortunately, her boyfriend always came to pick her up so she was able to get messed up with no worries of how she was getting home.

"Hell yeah, all thanks to-to," I narrowed my eyes at the exceptionally good looking man. "Jason."

"Justin," he corrected with a short laugh, seeming unbothered by my mistake.

"Glad you've been making my girl happy," Olivia smiled at him. "Are you uh driving her home?" she questioned with a smirk. Why was she smirking?

"I'm a little too tipsy to drive, but I'll-I'll make sure she gets home."

"Oliviaaaa," I reached my arms around her and pulled her close so that our cheeks were pressed together. "He's so sexy," I tried to whisper, but heard a laugh that was too deep to come from her.

"Time for you to go," Olivia smiled at me as she unwrapped my arms from around her. "Justin here is going to take you home."

"Oh fück yes. It's my luuuucky day!" I pumped my fist in the air. Then I found myself under Justin's arm. "You smell like-like ecstasy."

"She's very honest," Olivia laughed. "You two have a good night."

"Oliviaaaa," I turned my head around to look at her. "Te amo chica!"

"Te amo," she smiled before sipping her drink. "See you tomorrow night."

I grinned before turning back to look up at Ja-I mean Justin. "You're not going to kidnap me are you?" I asked as we stepped outside.

"You're not a kid," he chuckled lightly. "But no, I'm not. I'm going to get you home," he said, looking down the street for what I assume to be a taxi. "Where is that exactly?" his head turned to me briefly and he looked down into my eyes.

Good lord. "Um 22 Caton Place in Brooklyn," I sang.

"Oh, that's only thirty minutes away from me," he grinned before turning to look back down the street, pulling out his phone from his pants pocket. He tapped rather quickly then shoved the gold piece back inside.

"Well w-where do you live mister suited man?"

He stuffed his hand in his pocket and cleared his throat only to say 54 East 81st Street really quietly.

"I know I'm not deaf," I giggled to myself. "Repites por favor."

A taxi was nearing us so he removed his hand from his pocket and stuck his arm out. "54 East 81st Street," he said with a deeper tone that made me clench my thighs together. Thank God he wasn't looking at me or else I would have jumped his bones with no regrets.

"W-Where is that?" I questioned just as the taxi pulled up.

"Manhattan, upper east side," he answered cooly, opening the backdoor of the taxi. He stepped to the side and motioned his hand for me to get in.