Confusion (Sequel to I Wish...)

Chapter 29

Chapter song: All Bad by Justin Bieber
(Justin's pov)
-3pm-
We were at the hotel, safe and sound. Becca was resting in the other room as I tried to fix things. I made a big mistake today, and now everyone's mad at me. What do I do?
"Hey Justin, can you do me a favor?"
Becca called from the other room.
"Yea, what is it, babe?"
I walked to her only to be slammed against the wall. Becca was holding me close, her lips just inches away.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you hit the wall so hard"
She giggled.
"I'm guessing you didn't need a favor?"
I grinned at her cuteness.
"Oh, yea, I do"
She beamed with desire.
"What is that?"
I raised an eyebrow at her, my hands gripping her waist.
"I don't want you to worry about anything. What you did was right, even if people make up rumors. You helped me, and believe it or not, your fans think you're adorable for doing that."
She smiled knowingly.
"Why?"
I leaned closer.
"You know how your fans are. They think it's romantic how your so protective of me"
Becca must know a lot about Beliebers, because that sounds completely true.
"Yea, I guess you're right"
I still couldn't help but think of what everyone else is thinking of me.
"I love you"
She kissed me by surprise and sat me on the couch. I kept my hands on her waist as she kissed me deeply. I couldn't help but smile at how she's all mine. But then the sound of Baby starts playing, and Becca stopped with her cheeks a shade of pink. I chuckled at her ringtone while she answered it.
"Hello?"
Becca's arm was still around my neck, and my hands were still in their position.
"Hello"
She repeated in annoyance...then her whole expression changed. Her eyes filled with fear, and her bottom lip slightly trembles.
"I-I...you don't know"
Becca's voice was shaky, and she avoided my eyes. I snatched the phone away from her and heard a male voice. Max.
"Hey, leave her the fuck alone. You don't know shit about her. Stop your fucking games before you end up in jail"
I snapped then hung up on the bastard.
"Justin, I'm-"
"You're fine, baby. He doesn't know who he's dealing with"
I pulled her waist close to me body again. Her eyes were still frightened.
"Becca, don't wor-"
Then my phone starts ringing. I irritably answer it, thinking it's Scooter.
"Hey JuJu"
Except it's a female voice. It's Selena. I was about to hang up when she continues.
"I'm just calling to check up on you...and Becca. You know, since she totally ruined your career by faking a panic attack?"
Selena was ticking me off by the second.
"I gotta go"
I ignored her dumb attempt to pull me and Becca apart. A lot of people seem to be doing that lately. But I'm smart.
"You know, I'm a little hungry. I'm gonna get a snack"
Becca clearly doesn't want to finish the session we started. I know it's because of 2 unexpected calls after another, and she knew it was Selena who called me.
"I can order something"
I followed her.
"No, thanks"
Becca declined.
"Hey, you can't possibly be upset about a little phone call"
I turned her around to face me.
"I'm not"
Her eyes glanced into mine with a speck of dishonesty.
"I don't know how she got my number, Becca. I even got a whole new phone"
I explained.
"What do you want me to do?"
Her arms were crossed as her lips pressed shut.
"I want you to believe me"
I told her honestly. But her mouth was now open, and her eyebrows furrowed. She stared at something behind me.
"What is it?"
I followed her stare to see a weed imprinted lighter.
"Becca, what's wrong?"
I looked back at her confused yet fearful expression.
"That's not mine"
She swallowed with worry.
"It might be Chaz or Ryan's. I think one of them smokes"
I suggested, wondering why she's so freaked out.
"No...the design on it isn't the same"
She pointed out the weed design on the lighter.
"So?"
I questioned in curiosity to why this is a big deal.
"...It's Max's"
Becca's voice was shaky and dry.
"That's impossible. Nobody's even allowed on this floor"
I disagreed.
"Justin, that's his. I know it is. He was here"
She looked like she was paranoid.
"Becca, get a hold of yourself. Nobody was here. It's ok. Now, how bout I order some French fries? You like those"
I grabbed the hotel phone as she nodded. I know it's gonna take more than this to make her believe that she's just paranoid. I dialed the room service number then pressed it to my ear. Becca was a little too close to me, and I know she's definitely paranoid.
"Hello?"
A female voice answered.
"Yea, I'd like to order a plate of French fries"
I put my arm around Becca.
"Ok, it should be there in less than 10 minutes"
The lady stated before hanging up. I sat on the couch with Becca clinging onto me.
"You're worried now, are you?"
I looked at her.
"No, I'm just-"
"Hey, don't stress, babe. Nobody's gonna hurt you. Do you want me to talk to you about my security system?"
I offered to make her feel more protected. She shook her head and hugged me. I hugged her back and kissed her temple.
"Do you have a concert tonight?"
Becca changed the subject.
"Yea, it's in San Fransico"
I was waiting for the bus to be ready.
"What time?"
She asked.
"7pm"
I heard a knock at the door and answered it.
"You ordered fries?"
A man was holding a tray with a cover.
"Yea, how much?"
I dug into my pocket.
"$20"
The man replied.
"Here, thank you"
I took the plate and paid.
"Here, baby"
I took the cover off only for her to gasp.
"What?"
My eye snapped to her.
"Is that supposed to be there?"
She pointed to a piece of paper on top of the fries. It had "Watch Your Back" written in black marker. I studied the paper in confusion then sighed.
"I'll talk to my bodyguards and Scooter about this. Have some fries, bae"
I tried to keep her calm.
"I lost my appetite"
She mumbled then sat on the couch.
"Becca-"
"Hey Justin, the bus is here, bro"
Ryan's voice called from the hallway.
"Ok, we'll be right there"
I grabbed our luggage then motioned Becca to follow. My body guards took our luggage along with Chaz and Ryan's. We successfully made it to the back, but we had to go through the kitchen. Becca was quietly watching tv with Ryan and Chaz. I sighed then dialed Scooter. He's upset with me, but I need to talk to him.
"Hey Justin"
He answered.
"Hey, Scooter, I need to tell you something"
I glanced at Becca again.
"What is it?"
He sounded busy, but this is important.
"I think someone's trying to get to us"
I remembered the call I got from Selena and the call from Max.
"What happened?"
Scooter seemed interested now.
"Well, Becca's been getting calls from her ex, and...Selena called today"
I hated to speak of her. She pissed me off.
"What did she say?"
He questioned.
"That's not important. The thing is we got a message through room service. A piece of paper said to "watch our back"
I explained to him.
"Ok...ok, I'll do my best to figure this out. In the meantime, tell your bodyguards"
Scooter ordered.
"Ok"
I nodded before the call ended. I took another glance at Becca then went to talk with my bodyguards.

(A/N: I want new music😩 Next post is on Monday💙)

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