Smoke & Mirrors (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter Three

Chapter Three:

"Okay we're here, get out," I say.

"I'm sorry," he says. "I just-"

"You just what? Think you know everything about everyone?" I say. "My mom is dead. My dad hates me. My friends are a terrible influence. My teachers don't give me a chance. My last boyfriend got me drunk, just so he could lay me. Then he left, just like everyone else."

Justin is speechless. He grabs his stuff and opens his door. He hesitates. I start my car back up and before he leaves, he leans in and pecks my cheek. He stands up without a word and shuts the door behind him. I watch him as he starts his car and drives away.

I turn my car off and sit back. Most girls would be freaking out if Justin Bieber kissed their cheek. But me... I don't care. Do I?

I restart my car and drive out of the school parking lot. It's about dinner time. I drive through the skinny streets and drive to Jake's house.

He opens the door, drunk as can be. "Juliet's here," he says, waving around a red plastic cup. Andrew and Ryan come close behind holding more red cups.

"Come on in," Andrew says, also drunk. I step inside the house. Jake lives by himself in a crappy, cheep house. Scattered all over the tables are broken cups and empty beer cans. Ryan grabs a cold can and pours it into a cup.

"We knew you'd show up," he says as he hands me the full cup.

"Did Justin realize how ugly you were," Jake says, cracking himself up. Andrew and Ryan laugh too.

That one hurt, but I let it roll off because they're drunk and not thinking straight at all.

I take a sip of the beer. "Nah, it just didn't work out. He tried to tell me how to live my life." I take another sip, a little bigger. "He was like, 'Stop doing drugs.' Just because he's a celebrity, he thinks he knows everything." You take another drink. "And he tries to act like all smooth and after pissing me off, he kisses my cheek." I down the rest of the beer.

I grab another can and start downing it straight from the can. The world starts spinning and my head starts hurting.

Suddenly, I picture Justin. I set the can down. Justin was sincere with me. He just wanted me to be okay. He's the first person who actually cared.

"Guys, I'm going to go home," I say. The stumble to the door, tripping at least once.

"Awwh come on, stay!" Jake yells.

"No," I say. "I can't."

I get into the drivers seat. I try to put the key into the ignition, but I can't get it in.

I must be really drunk, because I would never do this, but I call my dad.

"Uh uh uh, dad, can you pick me up?" I say.

"Why can't you drive yourself?" He asks, annoyed.

"Please pick me up at Jake's house," I beg.

"I'm in a meeting, figure it out," he says, and before I can respond, he hangs up.

Suddenly I notice and piece of paper on the passenger seat. I can barely make it out, saying,"If you ever need a friend:" and a phone number. I put the number in my phone.

"Hello?" Justin says.

"Can you give me a ride home?" I blurt into the phone.

"Um okay, where are you?" He asks. I give him the address. My headache gets worse, and soon I see stars. Then, it's just black.

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