The Nerd's One Month Task (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 11 (In The Middle Of Nowhere With Justin)

Chapter Eleven: In the middle of nowhere with Justin

Justin snickered. "What are we gonna do then? We're in the middle of nowhere!"

Oh no. This can't be happening right now.

"Try calling 911 or maybe someone that could help us out off here," he said. He kept scanning our surrounding, looking if there's some strayed vehicle somewhere.

I took my phone out my pocket. 9 missed calls from Reneé, and 7 messages. I opened one of them and it says: 'Where are u?? We need u here, the Café's loaded.' "Shit," I muttered.

"What?" Justin said.

"Huh?" I asked confusedly, looking up from my phone.

"You said 'shit', is there something wrong?" he asked.

"Oh...oh, nothing. My co-worker texted me, said she needed me there." I told him.

"You work? Really?" he asked, not believing.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah and its in a Café,"

"Well, I'm not surprised if you tell me that your costumers complain about your crankiness." he chuckled.

I grimaced. "You're just jealous because I have a job and you don't," I said. "While I just stand there pretty, taking costumer's orders, they pay me loads."

"Why would I be jealous?" he snorted. "I don't need a job because there's already someone who does that for me. And besides, while I'm making out and do god knows what with girls here and there, I still get money. Loads of them." he arrogantly said.

I crossed my arms below my chest. "What are you, a drug dealer? A Gang leader? Because if you do, I won't be surprised too."

He chuckled. "No, but my Dad's filthy rich. I take money from him."

"Oh. You're Daddy's spoiled little boy." I cooed, teasing him.

"At least I don't get to wear those shitty uniforms and stand there for like 5 hours or so, dealing with such irritating people asking for coffees." he said.

I waved my hand off in disapproval. "It's not that bad," I said. "It's actually fun. Meeting new people, seeing new faces, and you know.
..taking their moneys and putting them in the cash register...Then repeat...And repeat again."

"Wow, that seems fun!" he said cheerfully, being sarcastic. "That is waaaaay more better than having sex with girls with big booties,"

I cringed. "Ew, that's disgusting."

His eyes widened in surprise. "Oh we got here a virgin," he gasped. And then smirked. "I always knew. It was written all over your face, too damn obvious."

I stood up from the car to slap him in the arm but it ended up horribly wrong. Oh, and painful. My foot slipped, I almost thought I was gonna die but Justin caught me just in time and it ended up me- knocking my head against his. "AWWWH!!!" I cried in pain.

"You're so clumsy!" he shouted at me.

"Well, you're such an ass!" I spat at him, still rubbing my injured forehead.

"Wow, an insult right after I saved you from falling?" He said in a sarcastic manner.

"If you're just not a total jerk, I would've said 'thank you'," I said to him.