The Whirlwind of Hollywood; ||Chapter Thirteen||
Chapter 13 [Justin's POV] [FLASHBACK TO THE PREVIOUS DAY] I breathed heavily, my chest repetitively heaving in and out, as I walked into the next door room from where I had been just moments before, working out. My hair stuck to my damp, salty forehead as I shuffled through the door. My first sight was Scooter resting on a red velvet chair in the back corner of the stuffy room. The bed sheets were folded every which way and the comforter was hanging of the side, drooping, daring to drop to the wood floor that covered the ground like an ocean. The curtains were slid open to reveal the bright sun and the window pane was shoved to the top, the curtains moving slightly with every breeze that brushed through the window from the salty, sea air of the California beaches. The end table housed a small, yellow lamp that created a dim light. Not much was needed as the rays of the violent sun burst through the lace curtains. "You needed me Scooter?" I breathed, my lack of breath evident. "Uh yeah, Justin." Scooter spoke slowly, refusing to meet my eye contact. I could feel my stomach drop as I realized with complete agony, that bad news was about to strike me. "Listen Justin, your fans are curious about you and Jasmine and..." His voice trailed off, his eyes flickering to mine before dropping back to the floor in shame. "Where are you going with this Scooter? Spit it out already!" I raised my voice to a high, my anger boiling, the aggravating feeling of having to know what he was ... Cheaper Ti 73 Calculator
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