Upgrade You

Chapter 3: Doubts

Upgrade You

~Justin's P.O.V.~

I sat at my desk, by my laptop, staring at the screen that was displaying my blank Word Document, still not over last night. Did last night really happen? I've been recapping these very events since the drive back home after Selena's brother picked her up.

From last night, here's what I got: So, I walked into the party, just to observe the kinds of fuckery going on to write my English paper. Then, when I was ready to leave, my crush, the most popular girl at Darwin Road High School, had asked me to dance. Me! Out of all the people at that party she asked me. I don't know when I'll be able to get over that. For the first time, Selena freaking Gomez actually acknowledged my existence... and danced with me.

Then, after our very hot dance number, I was still in the same spot for about five minutes after she left. When I finally gained a sense of reality back, I left the party and then that's when I heard something going on in the alley way, by the back of the house where the party was held. Somehow, someway, I had turned into Super-Dude, and find the courage to follow the sounds of what had seemed like sexual assault.

I found some middle-aged, weird, skinny, white guy pressed up against none other than Selena. Something had sparked in me and the next thing I knew we were both throwing punches. I think I actually did good for my first fight, And I had... won?

I guess if my opponent is knocked the fuck out on the concrete means I'm crowned champion, right?

Then, I had actually held Selena and waited with her until her brother came to pick her up. While waiting, she said that because I saved her, she'd make me popular and made me promise not to tell anyone. Who would I tell anyway? No one even knows who I am and I've been going to the same high school for all four years. I'm a senior for fucks sake.

So, here I am now, trying to summarize this friday night into something. Not working too well.

When Sunday morning came along, I was highly disappointed in myself. After all that time sitting at that damn computer I didn't get a single word down. I'm not one to slack on my work, either. So, Sunday night, I spent most of my time doing my project, and sorting out the video I recorded. It caught from the time I walked into the party till the time I stepped out.

I watched the part of the video when I was dancing with Selena at least four times. I'm cutting that out though. No one else needs to see that. In fact, I downloaded it onto another hard drive so it could be used for... another time.

I finished my project at midnight and checked over it five times. Everything had to be perfect. I had to make sure of it.

"Justin, honey. Wake up." My mom shook me. I groand before uncovering my face from the covers.

"What time is it?" My scratchy morning voice asked.

"It's 6:30 a.m., Hon."

I nodded my head and climbed out of bed. I really do hate having my mom wake me up. She recently took my digital alarm clock away because I set it for every hour until six thirty. Apparently, after a while she got tired of it. Now, she says, until I can be responsible with my clock then I won't have one. Seems like a bunch of shit to me. She can't even wake up on time for work but, yeah mom; I'm irresponsible. Okay.

I was taking my normal morning shower then I remembered, Selena will probably talk to me today about the whole popularity thing. I spent an extra twenty minutes in the shower scrubbing until I turned red all over. As soon as I shut the Water off my mom banged on the door. "Justin, hurry up. You're going to be late for school and you're also taking up all the hot water!" She shouted.

I groaned in annoyance. "My goodness, I'm out ma!" I said back and I heard her stomped away.

Ever get to that point when you just get tired of people? Yeah, my mom is definitely one of those people.

I got dressed into a white v-neck, a blue, white, and red short sleeve plaid shirt, a pair of loose dark wash jeans, and a pair of black and blue sneakers.

I ran a blow dryer through my hair and ruffled it up with some hair gel. It was shaved at the sides and back, but not at the top. It suited me quite well.

I sprayed on some cologne and and started to gather my things into my bookbag.

"Justin Drew Bieber, if you don't get your ass out of that room, I promise you..." She trailed off.

And bursted out of the room and walked straight past her and grabbed my keys from the counter top. I wasn't even going to reply to her.

I slammed the door shut and made my way to school.

Once I got to my first period class, I started thinking; what if Selena forgot? Or what if what she was saying was just a in-the-heat-of-the-moment type thing? I mean, I'm a complete nobody. Know one knows my name. The teachers don't even acknowledge me in class. They even forgot to grade a few of my papers. Do you know how many times I've been marked absent...and I've been present? So yeah, I have more than a few doubts about Selena.

Oh my, I wonder how much of a fool I looked like when I was dancing with her? I must've looked so damn stupid. If I was her, I wouldn't keep up my end of the bargain either. Fuck, I'm a loser. Unfortunately the sudden vibration of my phone interrupted my negative thoughts.

From: 734-5595

Meet me in the mop closet, in the freshman hallway.

My eyes instantly widened. My eyes roamed around the whole classroom looking for someone who might've texted me. Was I being tricked? Was someone trying to kill me? Maybe I should just ignore it... but the weird side in me wouldn't allow it.

To: 734-5595

Who is this.

Not even a minute later, my phone vibrated again.

From: 734-5595

Oh sorry, this is Selena.

I THINK I JUST DIED.

Did she text what I think she just texted? That's actually her?

I didn't even text back, I did go to the mop closet though.

How did she even get my number?

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