Believe (A Justin Bieber Story) *COMPLETED*

Chapter 21

Rachel and I sat at the pier like old times it was nice. I felt as if this whole “Justin Bieber drama” wasn’t happening. Don’t get my wrong, I love being with Justin. It has been the best few days of my life. I felt my phone vibrate, I reached deep into my shorts pocket and pulled out my phone. One New Message: Dylan . Dylan was my ex-bofriend. We had a rough break up. What the hell could he possibly want from me?

From: Dylan

Hey Kay, how have you been? I know we had a rough break up and we did exchange some words that I know I didn’t mean. How would you like to talk later? Get civil instead of being enemies.

It has been 4 months since I received a message from him. Now out of the blue he’s texting me, asking me to meet up. I want a damn apology first for him jumping to conclusions.

To: Dylan

Hi. Um, don’t you think it’s a little weird that you text me at random? I want an apology first, because you were wrong for jumping to conclusions.  Then I will meet up and talk with you.

I hit send with a little force. Just thinking about him made me cringe. Rachel and I talked about random things. I stood up.

“Come on, my mom wanted me home.” Rachel stood up and we walked back to the car. I went to go unlock my car and I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned around. Paparazzi.

“Are you JB’s mystery girl?!” he kept shoving the camera in my face. I ignored him and motioned for Rachel to get in the car.

“Miss! What is your name? Did you and JB hook up? Are you two official?” I opened the door and slammed it shut. His flash kept going off. I turned on my car and slammed on the gas to get away. It was only one paparazzi but it still was annoying.

“What was that?” Rachel looked at me.

“The pap.” She looked forward in silence. I pulled up to her house, we said our goodbyes and she hopped out. I drove off. My phone buzzed again.

From: Dylan

Alright, well I am sorry can we please just talk. I can come over.

To: Dylan

Fine.

I pulled up at home and walked inside.

“Mom! Dylan’s coming over later. Just to warn you.”

“Like, Dylan your ex?”

“Yup, unfortunately. “ I dragged myself up the stairs. I got in my room washed my makeup off from the night before, and threw my hair in a bun. I left Justin’s shirt on and threw on the sweat pants he gave me. I sat on my bed and reading People Magazine until I herd the doorbell. I groaned getting up out of my bed. I trudged down the flight of stiars, and opened the door. There was Dylan, ugly as ever. Douchebag. I thought as I welcomed him in.

“Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh, sure.” I walked up stairs and he followed. I showed no interest in his presents at all. I sat back down and he leaned again the wall.

“Nice pants and shirt.”

“Thanks they are Justin’s.” I gave him a weird look..

“Oh, Justin who? Timson from biology freshman year?” he laughed. I giggled lightly.

“Bieber. They are Justin Bieber’s.”

“Ha, you’re kidding right? Did he give them to you on stage or some shit?”

“No, I am not kidding and no he didn’t give them to me on stage. He gave the shirt to me because I slept over his place and I needed something to sleep in, and he gave me the pants to keep my warm again, at his place after the beach.” Did I just give out to much information needed? Maybe I was trying to make the prick jealous I sure hope it was working.

“What? You are so lieing.”

“You still don’t believe a word I say. Even when we were together you doubted every word I said.”

“It’s JB we are talking about. I don’t believe he gave you clothes.”

I grabbed the magazine from the floor, opening a picture that I had found of Justin and I kissing, and another of us leaving the party. I showed Dylan his face turned red.

“Believe me now?” He stood in silence. “Thought so. Now what did you want to talk about?” He walked closer and sat on my bed.

“Well, I wanted to say that I missed you, and I never stopped loving your smile.” He placed his hand on my cheek. I pulled it off.

“I am not falling for you again, I’ve moved on to bigger and better things. Justin has done more for me then you did in the 2 years we were dating.” My phone started ringing. “Speaking of Justin. One minute.” I got up and walked to the window.

“Hey Juju!” I said giggling into the phone. Trying to make Dylan jealous.

“Hey beauty!” he laughed. “How are you?”

“I’m great! How’s the studio going?”

“It’s going really well to be honest. Can we talk later? Like, can you sneak out your window at 12?”

“Yeah! Of course. I wanted to talk to you about something anyways.” I giggled.

“Alright, that’s dope. I’ll see you later.”

We hung up and I walked back to the bed. “Sorry.”

He nodded, “I’m just going to go.” He got up and left. Was I being too bitchy? Maybe I should have toned it down a little. I felt kinda bed but it was his own fault. I shouldn’t of said what I did about Justin it was probably way to much information.