Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

XXIII

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered when I unlocked and opened my window to allow the brown-eyed boy into my room to what seemed to be against my will.

Hm, déja vu, I snickered internally though the situation wasn't at all funny. I asked him the same question in the same tone when he dropped by unexpectedly the previous time.

"What?" he shrugged, exhaling tiredly from all of his climbing. His eyes twinkled at me, making me melt slowly into myself. "Did you not want to see me?"

Nope.

Instead of telling the truth, I shrugged back at him. I spun on my heels and headed over to my desk to brush my hair in the most disinterested fashion that I could acquire. The frustration and adrenaline from my rage-writing still lingered and was giving me an appropriate amount of motivation to ignore his charm. Perhaps that was the trick to avoiding his devious traps.

"What does that mean?" he asked. I could see from my mirror that his eyebrow was raised in a perplexed manor as he plopped down on the end of my bed. Again, I only shrugged my shoulders. "What's up with the silent treatment?" He looked around my room, his attentiveness on everything but me.

Wow, even when I'm clearly annoyed with him he shows no actual reaction. Amazing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I put my brush down and headed towards the window to close it up.

"She speaks!" he giggled, but only for a moment due to his realization that I wasn't swooning over him as usual. I was being cold on purpose. He stood up and moved towards me, his tone showing signs of slight worry. "Okay, am I missing something?"

Not enough worry. I want to see you act like you care. Put on a show for me, Justin. Just like you do with the other girls to keep them under your belt.

"Kennedy," he purred, resting his hand on my back. I stopped moving, feeling myself grow uneasy at the sound of him saying my name. He moved around me so he was facing me, but I didn't look him in the eye. "What's going on?"

"Again, don't know what you're talking about." I crossed my arms over my stomach to close myself off.

"I'm talking about the way you're acting! I thought we were passed this whole 'hard-ass' thing," he licked his lips.

God, did I love those lips.

Don't fall for it! Stand your ground. Be cold to him! Make him feel like he's not in control anymore!

"Just being myself," I rolled my eyes.

He shook his head and stepped closer to me. "No you're not. I want to see the girl I saw last night and this morning. The smart, sarcastic, and funny Kennedy. Not whoever the fuck this is."

"If you don't like who I am, then leave. I'm not asking you to stay." My eyes locked on his. I found every ounce of frustration I could within the pit of my stomach and translated it into my gaze.

Good. Test him. Scare him. Make him feel like he's going to waste all of the hard work he put into you.

"Kennedy, what is going on with you?" His voice was soft, and it only got softer when I didn't reply. "Whatever it is that I did, I'm really sorry."