Ariana Grande is the biggest pop star in the world. But as she is experiencing the life of the luxurious life. She's slowly getting over long time ex. Who she can't get off her mind. Is he thinking about her as well? Or watching her live life withou...
Ariana's POV After being on the jet for 5 hours. Caleb and I were in our own bubbles. I had my AirPods in and he had his headphones on. Looking up from my phone. I see him staring out the window before fixating his eyes back down at his phone. Here I was hoping this trip could bring us together again. But to start out, it was awkward. I feel the driver of the jet begin to land. Glancing at Caleb's face. You saw how much it startled him. I contain my laugh.
He looks how the window one last time.
"Welcome to Los Angeles." I say with a smile. And just like that we were getting off the jet.
Nothing seeped from his lips. Just looking around in astonishment. We begin walking to the doors to get into the SUV. I look back at him who was clicking the strap from his book bag. I hold my hand out and he looks down at my hand with smile before grabbing it. I quickly intertwined my fingers with his. This feeling I have been craving and missing so much. I felt myself again and not lying. We walked through the corridor. Instantly the cameras began crowding my eyes. I began to tense up. I hated the paparazzi. As any celebrity would. I get Caleb grab my hand a little tighter to make me feel okay.
"Ariana, when did you and Justin break up?"
"Is this your new boyfriend?"
"Is the payback for Justin being out with that girl last night?"
"Ariana. Looking gorgeous."
"Ariana, how is Justin going to feel after he made a whole apology post seeing you with another man."
"Excuse me." I say irritated. "Justin and I broke up." I shouted.
Caleb began to silence me, "Don't overreact. That's what they want."
Now pissed off. I let go of Caleb's hand and pouted my way to the SUV out front. Caleb close behind me. I saw the airport workers packing Caleb and I's bags into the trunk of SUV. Without hesitation I swung the door open and rushed to get in, bumping my forehead.
"Fuck." I screech.
I then hear Caleb behind me, "Damn. I know you're mad. But slow down."
I say nothing sitting down pouting and decided to get on Instagram. And the first thing to pop up on my Instagram feed was a post from Justin.
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@justinbieber: I'm sorry. I love you so much Ariana.
What the fuck. After the whole plan with Scooter. He pulls this shit. I quickly call Scooter. I look up at Caleb realizing how confused he was. I roll my eyes before looking out window. We began to pull out finally. While the paparazzi were taking pictures of Caleb and I being driven away.
"What's up?" Scooter says cheery.
"What the fuck Scooter?" I scream. "You told me to basically fake a relationship with my ex to help Justin's stupid reputation. And he posts shit like that on Instagram."
