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

11

I don't completely disobey my mother's orders. Per her request, I get ready to go to dinner at the Byrons, I put on some makeup, I do my hair, and I even put on the blue dress she strongly suggested me to wear.

The dress isn't terrible by any means, but I just don't know why it's necessary I wear it to a neighbor's get together. It's more like wedding attire, if anything. It's got thin spaghetti straps and a cowled neck, sits tightly on my hips and waist, then falls to about my knees. It's light blue satin that hugs my body nicely, but again— it's not my first choice for a dinner a couple of houses down. But I digress.

"Where are you going?" Patrick asks from the living room couch.

He's still sitting there from before, only now he's playing Play Station on the TV.

"I've got to run over to Birdie's for a little bit," I quickly lie, knowing he won't question it and neither will my mom and dad.

"We have to be at the Byrons in, like, an hour."

I roll my eyes, resting my hand on the front doorknob. "Yes. I know. I'll be back by then. Promise."

Before he can offer a rebuttal of any kind, I'm quickly slipping out the front door and into the June heat.

This isn't like me. Although I may struggle a bit more than some with my reactive attitude and demeanor on occasion, I'm never one to confront issues I'm having with another person. Especially not with a boy I barely know. I barely gave ex-boyfriends of mine the courtesy. If they upset me, it was their job to fix it.

This isn't like me to jump in my car an hour before prior commitments and drive to a town I've been forbade from my entire life to search for a boy I barely know to apologize.

Apologize for what, exactly? I'm not sure. I'm too exhausted to form a sound thought, but I'm sure I'll know what to say once I'm there.

At least, I certainly hope so.

I park where I normally do, the hot summer sun beating down on my skin the second I get out of the car. I quickly rush towards the door, not wanting to be outside alone for too long in the event that someone sees me and tries to interact with me.

Linford or not— being a young woman alone is always a scary situation.

My hands reach for the cool metal handle and pull, but the door is locked. I peer inside to notice that the fluorescent lights are on, but there's not a soul in the building.

"Fuck," I mutter, looking from side to side in hopes that I could see any sign of Justin or even RJ.

I don't see a single car or pedestrian. The street is bare.

Sighing in annoyance, my heels click against the sidewalk as I start back to my car that's not very far away. The sound of a siren in the distance is soft and quiet, so quiet that it could even be coming all the way from Redlake.

This was a bad idea, Jane. Just get to your car and —

"Jane?" a voice calls behind me.

I turn, seeing Justin in the front doorway of the gym. It's hard to see him through the beaming sun, so I move closer until it's easier. I'm finally able to see the dark golden locks and that olive skin that kept me up all night. Soon after, I can see his dark eyes looking at me with a furrowed brow.

My extremities go numb immediately.

"Jane, what the fuck?" he steps outward for just a quick second before reaching for my arm to pull me inside the gym.

Cool air greets me as I hear the click! of a lock behind me. I turn to Justin who very evidently was in the middle of practicing. I can tell by the sheen of sweat coating his skin and pooling at the neck of his white tee shirt. His flushed cheeks make mine do the same.