firestone ↛ j.b

02//sparks will fly

Beth's POV

When I eventually finished eating dinner with Alice, I drifted off into my room for some peace and quiet before work tomorrow. Angie was out of town until Wednesday, meaning that because I was an assistant manager at the small but totally hip café, I had to open when she couldn't. Blake was a regular barrista and couldn't take care of that responsibility yet since Angie reckoned that seventeen was too young to manage her business in her absence.

I could sleep in tomorrow considering the fact that the café opens at 1 o'clock on Sundays but I have been overly tired lately because of the damn cover so I decided to take a relaxing shower and just lay in bed for the rest of the night.

Thinking of the cover made me realize that I had DM'd the overrated popstar like an hour ago and left my darling phone in my room while I ate. I glanced at my Samsung and unlocked it quickly, typing away a text back to Blake who said that the video hit 300,000 views already before I clicked on the notification that alerted me that I had a direct message from Justin Bieber.

Or three.

From: Justin Bieber
ur welcome.. u did a good job haha

From: Justin Bieber
r u planning on doing more covers?

From: Justin Bieber
sorry if i'm annoying u lol can I have ur number? :)

I stared at my screen blankly before scratching my cheek, pinching my already sore arm and then blinking again.

"This has got to be a fucking joke." I mumbled and then proceeded to read over the messages again. Wasn't this Bieber kid hanging around supermodels like 24/7? Why did he want my number? I saw that the time he sent those dated back to an hour ago, meaning that he had answered my DM immediately and I just left him hanging.

I felt a kick of accomplishment, seeing as I left the Justin Bieber hanging.

What has the world come to? Yesterday, I was wishing I could lick Cameron Dallas' wonderful abs and today, I had over two thousand subscribers on my new YouTube channel and I had a bratty popstar asking me for my number.

He was asking me for my fucking number.

I was beginning to feel a little giddy because if I ignored the fact that he was the most famous guy in the world right now, I could just see him as a cute guy who showed some interest. And then I realized that he shared a cover of his song and simply answered my message, meaning that he was most likely only trying to seem polite.

Yep. As if he would be interested in me, a girl who had pretty much nothing but a blog going for her while he was surrounded by perfection such as Kendall freaking Jenner and the rest of her family.

Damn. Wishful thinking at its finest.

However, I typed back a message. It couldn't hurt to flirt a little, right?

To: Justin Bieber
Thank you! And yes, most definitely. Why, may I ask? (:

After that, I bounced off my bed with a giddy feeling spreading through my body. I grabbed a fresh towel from my closet (thank God Alice insisted that I had my own set of Egyptian towels in my room rather than in the wall closet in the hallway) and skipped off towards bathroom.

I gave out a groan as I realized I actually wanted to listen to music when in the shower so I took the couple of steps back into my room and grabbed my phone, resisting the urge to see if Justin had replied. I also ignored to urge to tell Blake of this latest development as I really didn't want to get her hopes up about this so I simply clicked the music icon and put some James Bay on.