He's Not All Bad- Book 2

Who am I continued

*flashback*

Scooter: Tell me what's going on here?

Me: She....

Selena: He brings girls......

Scooter: One at a time

Selena: He had his hand on a girl's butt infront of the paparazzi

Scooter: Now bro you know that wasn't the agreement

Me: You know what screw the paps. I never wanted this!!!

Selena: But you want me *twirls hair*

Me: Shutup

Selena: How dare you? Scooter I'm done here *gets up*

Scooter: You're not sit back down

Me: Get out of my room

Selena: No problem I don't want to be in the same room with you anyway and btw you lost your swag *storms out of the room*

Scooter: What is going on?

Me: You put us together, deal with it

Scooter: You two need to get your act together and fast

Me: Did I really lose my swag? *looks at myself in the mirror*

Scooter: Make up *walks out of the room*

Me: *flops on the bed*

*Infront of the paparazzi*

Selena: Justin you're making me look bad

Me: Not now please

Selena: You're such a showoff

Me: Please your smile is fake

Selena: Cause I'm here with you

Me: *whispers* I hate this as much as you do *grips her tight*

Selena: I thought you love me

Me: Oh I did

Selena: Hm

Me: Not anymore

Selena: I hate you

Me: Not any less different here sweetheart, the cameras love us, now smile and stop interrogating me *fakes smiles*

The hatred between us got more severe between us and within months it died down. We were no longer the power couple, we did it for fame, she used me but I was stupid to even realize it. I should have listened to my Beliebers then. I can't escape any of it, the memories are still here all of it. Everytime I look at her I remember the past. She was there then to mess up my life and she's here now.

*present*

Me: Not now Sel

Selena: What's your problem?

Me: You

Drake: Hi man stop being a dick towards her

Me: Or what? What are you goung to do? Its pathetic how you're sticking up for her

Drake: You need to calm down

Me: Fight me

Drake: What?

Me: Fight me

Drake: I don't want to fight you man

Me: Why not? You were always the bad brother

Ryan: Come on bro calm down, take some rest

Me: Don't tell me what I can and cannot do man especially when you're leaving for Canada like my family did

Selena: Wait you guys are leaving? *looks at Ryan&Chaz*

Chaz: Yeah *frowns*

Selena: Great now I'm stuck with these two and that hoebag

Me: What did you just call my girl?

Selena: A hoebag

Me: Don't you dare

Selena: Come on J Bear I came first

Me: I don't fucking care about that, alright about us, you used me for fame and Drake sooner or later she's going to use you too *runs upstairs and slams my bedroom door*

My back was braced against the door. Angry, frustrated and at who? The world I suppose. The guilt, the blame, the fame, hurt I wanted it to be over-all of it. My face anguished with hurt, my eyebrows prim as I ran my hands through my hair staring off into space as I then began to knock down stuff from off the drawer managing to destroy the entire room and the Michael Jackson poster I had up. My icon, my idol, what would he do in this position? Would he give up? Would he keep going? I was alone, my family left and soon my best friends. Who else was willing to walk out of my life?  My new girlfriend? My beliebers? So who am I? Am I Justin Bieber or am I a nobody? Again who am I?