Chpt. 31 You'd Be My Favorite Date.

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"I really don't like the sandwich they give here.", Abby complained.
"It fucking sucks. Like it's so dry, even the Sahara dessert would feel major shade", Michelle commented and got a few high-fives from people around her.
We were at the cafeteria, halfway through a painful Wednesday. Painful because we got a shitload of homework due Monday. What these people don't know is we have a life here. Who studies on weekends? Yeah right me.
But seriously, even for me, all of this homework was too much. And my mind wasn't helping me at all. While my inner conscience was yelling at me and going all ALERT ALERT ALERT on me, I couldn't help but go back to Saturday, the day we went to the beach.
The day started and proceeded fantastically and I'd say ended well too but a little something happened.
He leaned in. I leaned in too. I had absolutely no idea of what species of the MAD BUG bit me but I surely intended to find out. Maybe something like Mada bugingbuga.
"Chloe you seem quiet today. Ssup?"
I'm going mental.
"Maybe she's actually choking on the dry sandwich but doesn't want to bother us", Abby laughed.
"Just the homework", I didn't exactly lie. I mean I was worried about it.
"Homework. Seems foreign to me", Ry sat down next to Michelle and put his tray on the table.
"Ditto man", Chaz squeezed next to me.
And Justin? No sign of him.
"Did you see Parkinson? Damn she looks totally bangable", Chaz snickered.
"Holy hell no. Where is she? ", Ry turned his head to do a once over of the cafeteria.
"Boys", Abby muttered and shook her head while Michelle looked down.
It was halfway through the week and Ry hadn't hinted on asking Shellz out. Infact doing quite the opposite.
C'MON DUDE I'D LOSE 50 BUCKS.
"That dumbfuck", Ry suddenly spoke up and caused all of us to turn our heads right to where he was looking.
Justin Bieber. Sticking his tongue down Kayla Parkinson's throat.
Cool. Just cool.

*Flashback*

Before I knew it, he started leaning in. And for a moment there, I wanted him to close the gap between us. But guess I'd never know. I'd never know if he would have closed it or not.
Just as he was supposedly about to lean in, "HEY MOM EVEN I WANNA ROLL IN THE SAND", a 4 year old girl looked over at us and started jumping up and down happily.
Within a fraction of a second we were standing up and dusting the sand off us and that's when her Mom walked in.
"I'm so sorr-"
She looked at us and then her eyes widen when she noticed Justin.
"Oh my God you're Justin Bieber", she grinned so big.
"Yep that's me", Justin scratched his head looking adorbs and offered a friendly smile. "Can I please get a picture?", she pleaded and took out her iPhone.
OKAY WHY DOES EVERYBODY HAVE AN iPHONE AND I'M STUCK HERE WITH A 500 BC CELLPHONE?!! WASN'T I SUPPOSED TO BE RICH? WAIT I AM RICH.
"Chloe? ", Justin snapped me out of it and I realized they were looking at me.
" Uh-yeah? "
" Would you take the picture? ", he held out the phone and I gladly took few pictures of them.
" Thank you so much", the Mom gleamed with happiness and Justin totally reflected it. He's nice with fans. That's sweet.
The little girl touched my legs and I bent down.
"Is he your Prince Charming? "
" Wha-huh-um n-no no", I smiled at her but desperately tried to hide my blush.
"He looks like Prince Charming", she whispered to me and smiled as she walked away with her Mom.
"What'd she say? You look demented ", Justin laughed.
" Oh-um nothing. She's cute", I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Justin"
We turned around and saw Ry walk towards us with the girls looking all serious and business like.
"Yeah man? "
" It's getting crowded. And the paps are here. Let's get out here", he shook Chaz awake and started packing stuff.
"Sorry girls. But we need to leave before it gets too much ", Justin apologized.
" It's okay. We totally understand", Abby smiled.
"Just gimme the word Justin and I'd kick some pap ass", Michelle flexed her non-existent muscles.
"Of course my bodyguard", Justin side hugged her as he laughed.

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