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

20

Although Patrick bails, I still keep my promise and go to Justin's match on Saturday.

I'm a little nervous going out to Linford by myself at night but a promise is a promise, even to a friend. Not only that, but I'm a little worried about what I'm going to see at this fight especially since I have no clue what to expect. I'm definitely worried about Justin.

When I pull into the lot it looks much fuller than normal, which tells me this is a bigger deal than I could have imagined. I know there's not much to do here, so I understand the hype.

It only costs five dollars to get in.

The bleachers that are normally empty besides me and Birdie are almost full to the brim. There's a quiet roar of voices, another thing out of the norm for the gym. The lights are dimmer than normal too, making it hard to navigate.

I see Michael in the front row, his red hair sticking out to me right away. When we spot each other, he kindly waves me over in his direction. Suddenly, I'm extremely thankful for his presence.

"Hey! Glad you could make it!" he cheers.

"Me too, it's good to see you again," I smile.

"Want to sit here? My wife didn't want to come, so I'm a Lone Ranger," he chirps.

I'm so grateful as I nod, sitting directly beside him on the hard, blue plastic. My hands are clammy as they hold my thighs covered by light wash jeans. I clench my jaw tightly to prevent it from chattering out of pure nerves.

"This your first fight?" he asks, leaning over to me so I can hear him.

My lips form a straight line. "How could you tell?"

He laughs. "First of all, you're a Redlake girl. I don't think I've ever seen one of you step foot in this place."

I nod in agreement, knowing full well I can't argue with him on that one. I know he's right.

"Second, I asked Justin if you were coming. He said he didn't know because it's your first one and you were nervous about it," he says matter-of-fact.

I can't help but roll my eyes, crossing my leg over the other once I relax a little bit more. Michael's kind, joking behavior certainly helps the situation.

"That sounds about right," I admit, facing forward now to the empty ring.

It looks so different from the other times I've seen it. The emptiness is daunting. We're all here because we're about to watch two people willingly beat the shit out of each other til one can't take it anymore. Not to mention, there's a single light shining down on it, making it appear much more intimidating than it's ever looked.

"Is the guy Justin is fighting any good?" I ask, feeling stupid when I ask it.

"Dylan?" his eyes widen, then he shrugs. "I guess so. I think the kid's got a lot of pent up rage. This works for him."

I think back to what Justin said about his dad. It's not surprising that he's angry at the world. I think I'd be too if my dad was shunned from the community for a crime he was never charged for.

But that makes me more afraid. If this guy has so much rage that he wants to get out, Justin is his willing target for the evening. I only hope that Justin can find it in himself to win this quickly, and he can make it out of this without a scratch.

Something tells me it won't go this way. It makes my stomach turn.

I hope that for some reason, this gets canceled. I hope Dylan, or even Justin, is sick and can't do it. I hope there's some kind of technical issue where neither of them can fight because of it.