I was driving to Chris' house to drop him home because he doesn't have his license. HOW??? Eh idgi

He completely flipped his shit about The Justin thing and spent at least half an hour trying to convince me to expose our friendship. Literally all he wants is the promo but we deal, I just told him to fuck off.

Mid thought, driving down a nearly deserted road, Chris gasps causing me to break quickly, thinking I was going to hit a clown or something. If you haven't already noticed, I tend to scare easily. He seems all the bathroom freak outs. We jerk back into our seats and the seat belt is a fucking bitch, legit I'm gonna have a bruise.

"What the fuck, Chris ?!" I say, continuing to drive, with my hands turning white after gripping the steering wheel so tightly.

"Omg sorry bebs, but oh my god LOOK!" He says as he tries to wave his phone in my face. Fucking you can tell this bitch doesn't have his licence. I hope we have a car accident so he can learn his lesson. Wait no, I take that back..

"The fuck bitch, get that shit out of my DAMN peripherals," I say swatting away his hand, "read it to me."

He clears his throat. woah dramatic.

"Justin Bieber seen ditching a mad Sophia Ritchie outside the movie theatre, swipe up for more details,"

KAHDJDHSKSHJS DRAMATIC

"Is that on snapchat?" He nods, "well what are you waiting for? Swipe up for more details jesuuss."

I pull into his drive way and I lean over the seat to read with him.

"It says they got into a low key fight walking out and he gave her the keys to his Range Rover then walked away."

Lol.

"How long ago was that updated?"

"Like literally 2 minutes ago, it's just refreshed"

Almost as if on cue, my phone goes off and Chris and I turn to it at the same time. We slowly turn our heads to each other. Oh fuck. I sprint for the phone but it's to late because I have the reflexes of a fucking tortoise.

"Text from: J," he lifts his index finger to his chin and looks up at the roof, GREAT here comes some sarcasm, "hmmmmm I wonder who this could be....."

Whoop there it is.

I take this time to snatch the phone from his hand and I unlock my phone, making sure Im keeping my grip tight.

-

At Chris', I'm dropping him off

Are you okay?

Ur a bit carless atm are you not

You are Justin Bieber

-

He doesn't reply for a second and I take third time to kick Chris out of the car. He resists at first, obviously wanting to know what the outcome of this situation would be, but I promised him he could meet Justin some other time. Another time when he hadn't just gotten out of a shit show with some bitch that BLEW ME OFF WHEN I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE NICE. Like damn isn't she younger than me????? Show sum respect bitch tf

Once Chris gets out of my car my phone goes off again.

-

So I'll ask you again, are you okay?

-

The long pause between texts wasn't helping convince me he was okay.

-

Where r u now

What do you mean?

You make no sense?

Do you need my company?

Don't you trust me?

No pressure if you don't want to see me...

I can't help the feeling you do want to see me tho...

Mark my words, we are definitely hanging out now

Get used to it

I don't need your negativity I put my all in it just then

I felt like it was my purpose or something and you're totally putting me down rn

Sorry

Okay I'm all out, where are you?

It took me a second, but I got there in the end. I knew where he was.

But that only showed me that he really wasn't as 'okay' as he told me he was.

•••

Jahsjskjwkshdjsj I ALMOST FORGOT

LEGIT go read under the Eiffel by the Bae itsthreeoheightam okay

She's a fellow Australian Sheila and what not and her book SLAYS MY LIFE, you'll be thanking me after you're up to date with it

KK that's all I needed to say

Xoxo

Gossip Grace