Love me or Hate Me? (FINISHED)
Author: Justinbieberlover

Chapter 24
24

Isabelle
I slammed the door, a little more dramatically than neccesary, and threw myself on the bed. You see, I want to get over him and this whole kissing situation isn't helping. Did I want to punch him? Not really, but he had it coming. I don't like when you sneak kisses like that. It's irritating.
I sighed. "Why is it that I am such an idio-" The door opened and I glared at James. "What do you want now?"
"Would you shut up and relax already? I'm not here for you. I need something out my suitcase."
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."
He walked over to his suitcase and took off the shirt he had. I grew wide eyed when I saw his body but shook it off and focused my eyes back on my iPod. I want to hear... You want to look at his body! You know it! I ignored the little voice in my head and focused on looking for a song.
Eventually I found That's What You Get by Paramore and put it on. Only I didn't know the volume was all the way up and when I pressed play, it blasted in my ears. "Ouch!"
He looked at me and laughed. "Music too loud for you?"
"Oh shut the H up!"
"You're not even going to curse? Figures my dad would make me marry a baby."
I growled and glared at him. I took off my shirt because I was sweating and he was just acting like an ass. "Does this look like a baby?!"
I grabbed a new shirt and stormed out of the room. Was that a smart move? Hell no. Not even close. I don't want to sound stuck up and prissy, but I have an amazing body and showing it to someone who's constantly putting moves on me, isn't the smartest thing I could have done.
I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt tears rolling off my face. "Why is it that I'm always crying over you... when I know you'll never feel the same?"
I sighed and put my shirt on. No point in having it off anyway.
I walked out to the balcony and sat on the chair, and looked out at the view. A pool.
Hmm...
I walked back to the room and quickly changed into my black and splatter paint bathing suit. I grabbed a towel, some shorts, and walked out the door.
Of course before I did, I made eye contact with James. I shrugged it off and walked down.
 
Once I was by the pool side, I had a perfect view of my balcony, even if it was eighteen floors up. James was watching me. Which was good.
A guy walked over to me and did one of those irritating cat calls. "Hey gorgeous."
I looked at him and saw a very hot guy. Tan skin, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. A sculpted body and if I dare to go on... "Hey."
I looked up and (barely) saw James face. He looked aggravated. Yay for me! "What's your name?"
I smiled a little, "Isabelle."
"Well, Isabelle, a very pretty name for a very pretty girl."
I mentally rolled my eyes but smiled. "What about you, hot shot."
He grinned. "Elliot."
I bit my lip and smiled. "Well, would you mind helping me rub my sun screen on? I don't want sun burn."
He grinned. "Sure thing." He squeezed the lotion into his hands and rubbed it on my back. Wow, he has firm hands. And it felt like a massage. Nice.
Completely by accident, I let out a moan and he stopped, but then quickly recovered. I looked up at the balcony and James was gone. He probably didn't think I would play jealousy to get back at him. Still, I wonder where he went...

 

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