Call Me A Liar [Book 1] (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

9

Justin is confident.

I can see it in the way he walks across the gym floor, offering advice and tips to all ages. There's nothing cocky about him. It's all pure confidence while remaining humble as can be. He knows he's good at what he does, but it doesn't consume him. Rather he consumes everything else.

He makes me feel like I am so small when he looks at me. He's extremely vigilant and detail oriented, and he doesn't seem to care if I notice. He's so self-assured that he just continues to look, taking in every inch of me whenever we speak. It makes me wonder if he looks at everyone that way.

A part of me hopes that isn't true. I like the idea that I'm the only one.

On Tuesday when we leave, he jogs over to the door to say goodbye to us. He then slips me his phone number on a small torn piece of paper, insisting that I text him to let him know if Patrick's bruise hasn't gone away by Thursday.

I never do.

On Friday when we arrive to the gym, I see him sitting on the first bleacher lacing up a pair of high top white sneakers. The muscles in his arms contort with each movement, which immediately grabs my attention before I can stop it. He doesn't see me yet.

"Yo, Justin! Are you fighting today?" Jack yells, running towards him.

He quickly looks up in our direction, smiling when he sees Jack and Patrick. He stands up to his feet, and I notice that instead of a cutoff shirt, he's sporting a white tee shirt today with red shorts.

"Not yet. That's not for a couple of weeks, guys," he laughs. "Just practicing today, so you're working with RJ."

"When's that?" Birdie asks when we get closer to him.

The boys run off toward the locker room, leaving the three of us at the front of the gym together.

"June sixteenth," he stretches his arm over the front of his body.

Whether he knows it or not, this kind of feels like torture. I have a feeling he knows it, otherwise he wouldn't have done it.

"You want to come?" he says softly through wet lips, his eyes finally moving to my own.

Those four words sound heavenly coming from his mouth. I'm sure my internal body temperature is well over a hundred degrees now, or at least I have a pretty unmistakable blush on my cheeks.

Swallowing hard, I nod. "Sure. Maybe we will."

I barely know this man, but I feel my heart race from his invitation. It sounds so pointed at me, but not enough to where I can say for certain. Either way, arousal sits in the pit of my stomach. A broken record in my mind tauntingly whispering "You want to come?" over and over and over again.

"Birdie!" Jack's voice shrieks from across the gym, pulling my eyes away from Justin for just a second. "I left my socks in the car!"

"Jesus fuck," she mutters, then rolls her eyes. "I'll be right back."

Now, it's only the two of us.

"How's Patrick's eye? He ran past me too fast, I couldn't get a good look," he inquires, reaching his other arm over his body to stretch that way. The muscles in his arm flex before me in a way that leaves me feeling weak. If only I could hold it together for the next hour or so.

I press my lips together. "It's all good. Just a little yellow and green, that's all."

His dark eyes aren't shy as they fall down my body. Nothing about it feels invasive or dirty though. He's only admiring the above-the-knee sundress I'm wearing to combat the early June heat wave. It exposes a bit more of my legs, arms, and chest than he's seen before. I'd be lying if I said I didn't specifically wear this today to see what his reaction would be.