Love Game {Book #1 Justin & Blake Series}

She

Blake’s POV

I opened up a new tab on my internet and typed Twitter into the search bar. The page popped up seconds later and tweets filled my screen. I didn’t look at any of them, I went straight for my list of people that I have of people who I want to actually read their tweets. I read through some of my old high school students tweets and some from the Bieber crew. But one tweet stuck out to me.

@justinbieber: a very special girl has a birthday coming up… any ideas for a good present?

I blushed at this tweet. My birthday was in fact coming up. It has been 13 days since the blow up with my parents. 5 more days until my birthday; 2 more days until Justin’s. I had his birthday dealt with, Pattie helped me out. He was turning 18, a big deal in my opinion. Of course, he told me specifically not to make a big deal about it, but I would never listen.

My phone buzzed, suddenly, from the dresser next to my bed.

“Hello?” I answered, without even looking to see who it was.

“Hey baby!” a voice said from the other line. I knew instantly who it was. Justin.

“What’s up?” I asked with a smile.

“Well, what are you doing right now?” he asked. I could practically hear the smirk that I knew he had on his face.

“I’m sitting on my bed, in my pjs, talking to you.” I answered, slightly sarcastically.

“Then get your beautiful ass out of bed and get dressed then drive to the studio! I need you here!” Justin said quickly and jokingly demanding. I chuckled into the phone because of his neediness. He was in the studio, working tirelessly on Believe. It was coming out in a few weeks and he needed to finish it ASAP.

“I guess I could do that. See you in about 20 minutes?” I asked, picking myself out of bed and turning my laptop off.

“Make it 15.” Justin joked. “Love you.”

“Love you too. See you soon.” I said before hanging up and throwing it on my bed. I opened my closet doors and searched for an outfit.

All of my clothes were put back in there correct spot after the blow up. It took some time, considering that I basically threw every piece of clothing into a suitcase. But everything was back in its place and it didn’t take long for me to find the perfect outfit, shoes, and bag. I slipped off my pajamas and put on the outfit I picked out. I slipped on my gold flats and filled all of the necessities into my bag. I was ready to go because I had already brushed out my hair, put on some makeup, and brushed my teeth earlier this morning.

I walked through the house, grabbed an apple on my way out the door, and got into my car. I still had the car that Justin’s label gave me. I don’t know why I would ever get rid of it, I loved it.

The drive to the studio was longer than expected. LA traffic can suck sometimes, but I passed the time by singing as loud as I could to whatever song came on the radio. When I finally got to the studio, I parked and locked my car up before walking through the front doors.

“Excuse me miss, only authorized personnel are allowed back there.” The lady at the front desk said, pointing towards the doors that led to the many recording rooms that this studio had.

“Oh, I’m here for Justin Bieber.” I said with a smile.

“Sure you are. If I believed everyone who said that, I would have been fired a long time ago. Nice try.” She responded coldly.

“Could you at least call into his room and ask him?” I asked, slightly annoyed.

“I suppose. But if you are lying about this, security will be glad to escort you off the premise.” She said, her eyes forming little slits while she gave me a look.