Misery of You: Justin Bieber (Book #1 of Perky Pursuits Series)

October 5th: Like a "J-Law Role-play"

October 5th. Tuesday.

I saw Jenny after first period, and she was talking with one of her friends from her cheer squad. It didn't really surprise me when I saw her wearing a white top that was a deep V-neck and came down in ripples over her abdomen. Her skirt was a deep navy blue and the hem came down in the same waves her shirt did, but only halfway over her thighs. She had her crimson hair in a high, wavy ponytail with a clipped butterfly along the rim of the twist-tie in gemstone.

I was at my locker when Nick came up to me, leaning back against the locker next to mine. He had a light smirk curved on the corners of his lips as he crossed his arms over his stomach, twisting the strings to his dark gray hoodie in his hand.

"So, I guess we now know who took you home that night, huh?" Nick blurted to me, keeping his eyes on me. I could tell that he wasn't trying to piss me off, but he didn't know that he already was with the stupid smirk he had on his face.

I closed my locker shut after retrieving my notebook for second period, and I started to walk pass Nick. That's when Nick reached for my wrist and sighed out. "Sorry, all right. I know you're pissed about it still, but you gotta maybe cut the guy some slack, you know?"

I wrinkled my eyebrows, staring at him. Usually, Nick doesn't take Justin's side on things--- especially whenever I am involved. Normally, he'll just tell me to brush it off and to ignore Beiber with every chance I possibly could. So, this is the first time I am actually hearing him suggest that I'd cut Justin some slack.
What the hell?

I snorted, since I knew that actually asking him what the neck was wrong with him wouldn't be a proper direct approach for what he said. (Plus, the last thing I wanted to do was get him upset.) I knew that Nick would take ever chance and opportunity he could to make me find some sort of silver-lining, but how could I find one in this situation? The utter thought of Justin taking me home on the night of that party flew across my mind like stars that were sent to bomb us out of this world and into the depth of fires and hell.

"Its not like he tried to have sex with you" Nick blurted to me.

"Shut up!" I hissed. "Even if he didn't, he had no right to take me home. He snuck into my house Nick. Who does that? A perv."

"Chill, Holiday." He tried to get to me relax when he put his hands to my shoulder. Usually, that would help sooth my nerves, but at this point, did it even matter?

I just sighed out as Nick curved the corners of his mouth upward. It was normal for him to see me get frustrated about certain things, and he made a vow to me once, that he'd never try to make me frustrated with him. It seemed impossible at certain points, even though I knew he only tried his best to help me out with certain things...or he was just looking out for me.

"You know, I may not be the type, but I'd shoot you if you actually tried to make me believe that Bieber did a good deed."

"Ha, like you'd ever follow the Jennifer Lawrence playbook in being Katniss Everdeen."

I told him, "I could, if I did."

Nick just put his arm around me, pulling me closer to him as we started to walk to class. It felt nice to be able to be around him for that day since Nick was the only one who could keep my mind off Justin and all the crap that happened previously. I liked that Nick wouldn't hesitate to make the worst joke  in the book just to get a small chuckle out of me. It's like he is still trying to remind me that he's still the same Nick that I grew up with through childhood. Goofy, clumbsy, adorable---- all him.

During our lunch hour, we sat under the bleachers of the gym room as if it was the best way to hide away from them rest of society. We simply sat next to each other, exchanging snacks that we didn't want with each other and splitting things fifty-fifty, like when we were kids.

"I can't believe we used to always do this" I snorted with a light chuckle as we sat back against the solild wall. I popped a chip into my mouth and chewed as I heard Nick chuckle.

"I can" he smirked after taking a sip of Coca Cola from the glass bottle. He sat the bottle on his lap, breathing out. "I feel like a freakin' character right now."

I wrinkled my eyebrows, keeping my lips crooked slightly upward. "What?"

"Like all this is crap we're going through is based on some book, and we've barely survived it thanks to the author."

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. I honestly knew where he was coming from, but it's us that are the authors of the lives we have and the things we go through. Like Steve Jobs or J.K Rowling. I swear, they made their lives into something, and now, they've made history.

I rested my head on Nick's shoulder and he smiled at me. I was used to the two of us sitting this way, and it never felt weird, either. I watched as he pulled out his iPod and the earplug divider, along with two sets of headphones for us to use. He plugged the earplug divider into the earpiece of the iPod and he handed me one of the headphones so I could hear the music like he was. After we plugged the end pieces of our headphones into the slots for the headphones, he selected a musical artist for us to listen to. I didn't really pay attention to whatever he chose since Nick usually selected songs that he knew we'd both like.

"You still like Mat Kearney, right?" he questioned as the song started to play.

I wrinkled my eyebrows as the man's voice started to drag along the lyrics to his song in a soft rhythm. Normally, we'd listen to Ed Sheeran or Coldplay, maybe even James Blunt we were in the mood for something different. I didn't recognize Mat Kearney at all, and I told Nick that. He just smirked, telling me to just listen to the song.

I did. It was a nice, soft rock kind of song--- and it was the kind of song that made me want to hum to it for a little while. I could tell that song was coming to end as the beat slightly lifted into oblivion with an uplifting turn that seemed deeper than it should have been.

"There", Nick chuckled, "now you know Nothing Left to Lose by Mat Kearney."

I chuckled.