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

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Though I don't like it, I have to lie to Birdie.

I never ask him, but I tell her that Cole is planning on coming with us to the lake, and then I'll tell her he had to flake out last second for work. That way, I don't have to spend any forced time with him.

And maybe I can see Justin. Just for a little bit.

My hope is that Birdie will be too busy with Josh to even realize that I'm gone doing other things. It's not a completely foolproof plan, but it's better than spending an entire Saturday at the beach with someone who I don't even know for certain I like.

Jack and Patrick don't come with us. They'd rather stay home in the air conditioning and play video games. I can't blame them too much, but in a way I'm thankful they won't be there. There's no babysitting then, and I can enjoy myself.

We arrive on the beach at around two o'clock that afternoon. I spend a little extra time on myself, hoping that I can catch Justin's attention a little more than normal. I leave my hair down in soft waves and pull on a light, breathable white dress that stops at my shins that I can take off and put back on easily in case I decide to swim. My light green bathing suit is only a little bit visible beneath the sun.

"Sorry that Cole couldn't make it," Birdie pouts as we walk through the sand, her hand loosely wrapped around Josh's.

I shrug, trying my best to pretend upset by it. "It's alright. Maybe next time."

"I'll lay into him for you, Janey," Josh scrunches his nose when he looks up at the cloudless sky.

Shaking my head, I can't help the nervous laugh from fleeing my lips. "Oh, god, don't even worry about it. I already did enough."

"Good."

"How's this spot?" Birdie asks, choosing one of the few remaining open spots close to the shoreline.

As far as I can see, it is completely packed today. Hundreds of people litter the beachfront, laughing and singing and playing games while drinking. It's the most perfect day for it, anyways.

It's not long before I tell Birdie and Josh that I don't want to be too much of a third wheel, so I plan to scope out the crowd to see if there's anyone I know. Birdie kindly reminds me to fill up my red plastic cup with more Cherry Coke and vodka before I go, saying it makes me a much more likable person.

And I kindly give her the middle finger before setting out on my journey.

But before I get too far, I'm quick to open my phone to begin texting Justin to see where he and the rest of the team are.

Me (2:41 PM): Still feel like being graced by my presence today?

Justin (2:43 PM): We're over on the south side by the bar.

I don't respond, I only smile at his quick reply and head in that direction while taking a huge gulp of my drink with Birdie's words of encouragement fresh in my mind.

The smell of lake air and freshly cut grass and beer fills my nostrils. There's a gentle breeze today. It's the first one I've felt in a week. Maybe the rumors are true— it might just rain. For my selfish sake, I hope that isn't the case. I'd like to spend as much time with Justin as possible, only because I'm so curious about him. Plus, flirting with him is fun.

A moth to a flame.

The wind is almost knocked out of me when I finally see him standing twenty-or-so yards away from me, his beautiful skin glistening underneath the hot June sun likely from sunscreen. He's wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, exposing his tanned arms to my selfish gaze. He looks like an Abercrombie model from back in the day, only a little bit more rugged and dangerous and less clean cut.