Mission Impossible

Chapter 8

BRIANNAS POV

We drove to the zoo in Justin's Range Rover, which was probably a bad idea considering NYC traffic.

"We should've walked or taken the subway." I complained after 27 minutes in the car.

"Shut up." Justin smiled slightly, and turned up the music. I opened his case full of CDs and looked through them. I pulled out Rihanna's CD and put it in.

"Of course you have her CD, you do strike me as secretly gay." I smirked and looked ahead to avoid his glare.

"I am most definitely NOT gay. I appreciate good music." He stated, turning up the music and singing along. I joined in too, and the rest of the ride was spent with us singing to old Rihanna songs.

Justin rolled down the window and took out a cigarette, clearly aggravated with the traffic. "I know I said I wasn't going to smoke, but I'm stressed and addicted. Sue me."

"It's fine," I sighed and observed him, still humming along to Rihanna. His jaw line was defined, along with his cheek bones, perfectly. His black v-neck hugged his arms so perfectly, showing each muscle when they flexed. It was definitely a magnificent sight, and I was not going to deny myself the pleasure of it.

"We're here, and you know I can see you looking at me. I know I'm amazing, but try not to make it so obvious." He said, while smirking, and pulled into the parking lot.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get so cocky, Bieber." I unbuckled and let myself out of the car and Justin paid for our tickets in. "You don't need to pay for me, I have money." I said once we were inside.

"So do I, and as the gentleman it's my job to pay for you." He stuffed his wallet into his front pocket.

We walked through the zoo, me always more amazed than Justin.

"I just don't understand," He sighed as we approached the giraffe exhibit, "They're animals trapped in captivity mindlessly walking around for our enjoyment."

"Maybe, but that's not the point. They're so amazing, look at the giraffe! It's astonishingly tall. When I go places with Noah, he never questions it." I looked at Justin, seeing he was clearly irritated.

"Well, then he has never had the pleasure of listening to you babble on about your love for animals, or how marvelous the zoo is." He grabbed my hand, "Follow me."

He led me to this little pond, hidden and clearly not known of, and he sat on the bench, as did I. We sat in silence for a while, not touching each other, just thinking.

"Why are you so hung up on Noah? Does he have a huge cock, is that it?" Justin said, looking at me.

"No," I shook my head, "We've never done that." I whispered.

"Wait," he stood up and looked down at me, clearly surprised, "You have been dating him for years and you two have never once even TRIED to fuck?! So you're a virgin, I presume?" I nodded slightly and he took my hand and pulled me up to him.

"But I love him anyway, you don't understand. We don't NEED to do those things." I backed up from Justin just as my phone went off with Noah's ringtone.

"Hi baby!" I answered, glaring at Justin.

"Brianna, look, we need to break up." He sighed, "It's just, I found someone else. She's here, and you're there. You're an amazing girl, you'll find someone."

I felt my cheeks redden and my eyes start to fill with tears, "That's fine, have fun Noah." I hung up on him and looked at Justin, "Can we go back, please?" I said quietly.

He nodded and put his arm around me and gave me his glasses, "So no one can see you're crying." I took them and forced a smile as a thank you. We walked back to the car in silence, rode home in silence, and walked to the dorm in silence. I had nothing to say.

I opened the door and picked up the pictures of me and Noah and threw them all at the floor, sobbing and screaming, "Fucking two-timing no good piece of shit." I muttered as I threw the last one of us on my birthday in front of my house. I was wearing a Northface and leggings, with UGGs since my birthday is in November and it was cold. He insisted we take sentimental pictures outside despite the cold weather.

I looked at Justin, who was now cleaning up the broken glass and broken frames as I just stood there crying. "You know what the worst part is?" I said, mostly to myself, "He didn't even sound upset. He found someone else."

"I'm so sorry, Brianna, I really am." Justin said after cleaning it all up. I just hugged him and cried into his shoulder. "Shh, c'mon you need to lay down." He laid me in my bed, tucking me in.

"Please stay." I said barely audible, "Please."

He did, I don't remember when I stopped crying, or when I fell asleep, but Justin was there the entire time.