I would (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Kate's P.O.V

I put on my brand new red and white polka dot bikini and threw on a pair of shorts and t-shirt over it. Justin and I were having an ultimate triathlon. Well sort of... We had to bike one mile on Justin's cardio bikes. Lift 20 pound weights 30 times and then do 15 laps. Justin was more than convinced that he would win. I couldn't wait to whip his butt!

"On your mark get set go!" Justin yelled and we immediately started pedaling. Justin finished pedaling first but he looked pretty tired I on the other hand was just warming up! I finished and started lifting the weights. They were heavy! Ughhhhh! Why does Justin have to be so strong! I finished about two minutes after Justin and sprinted down onto the pool deck. I stripped down into my bikini an dived in. Within no time I out lapped him. Justin is a bad swimmer. After 15 laps I climbed out of the pool victoriously. Justin was still in his 10th. Haha sucker!

"Who's the winner? It's me! Who's the winner it's me! Oh yeah! I beat Justin Bieber! The biebz got beat!" I sang victoriously. I eventually stopped because I was out breath and Justin did not seem to pleased with my song.

"How did you win?!" He panted as he got out of the pool.

"Because I'm awesome! And if you forgot I was on the high school swim team."

"Yah but I didn't know you were this good!"Justin said.

"Admit it! You have been shamed!" I yelled dramatically waving my hands around.

"I have so not been shamed! I was just a little off today!"

"Five laps off!" I coughed.

"I'm a singer not a swimmer!" He argued.

"Ok ill stop torturing you! I have to go practice for my audition." I replied heading to the shower. I felt bad for leaving him there. But if he's gonna be a sore looser, then he can be by himself.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy towel around myself. My phone started buzzing and I opened the text.

'Looks like someone's good at running. You've done a lot of that haven't you.'

This was so creepy I couldn't understand why someone was doing this to me! Why hadn't he/she told someone what they knew? Why did this person keep torturing me! What did I ever do to them? All these questions kept swirling around in my head. I couldn't have fun without being kicked in the gut.

After going over my script like seventy times I finally felt as though I had practiced enough. I wandered around until I saw Justin and Scooter talking in hushed voices. I moved a little closer behind his door so they wouldn't see me.

"You need to focus on this album." Scooter whispered.

"I am." Justin replied forcefully.

"No you're not. All you have been doing is catering to Kate's every need."

"Kate is a very independent person."

"Oh really then why is she here instead of at her real home!"

"She's been through a lot and I'm not about to abandon her. I love her!" Justin said his voice rising.

"Oh come on Justin! It's just puppy love. You need to decide now what's more important to you. Kate or your career! Kate is just a passing phase for you. Do you honestly think she loves you."

"I know she loves me. I found her in that alley it was fate that brought us together."

"Or was it just her waiting for you there because she's a crazy belieber and she knew you would be there."

"It's not like that Scooter."

"Are you sure about that. I suggest you put your career first. What is it Justin?" Scooter asked. There was a long pause before he answered.

"My career." He said. Did he just pick his career over me. He loved money more than me. How could he do that to me? I thought we had something. I thought it was love. I walked away not wanting to hear anymore of what they had to say. I quickly shoved my belongings in a bag and called a taxi to the back entrance where the paparazzi wouldn't be. Within couple minutes it arrived. I scribbled down a note saying that I did not want to trouble him while he was working. I got in the taxi and gave him Selena's address.

I threw myself onto my bed and refused to let myself cry. This was his decision right. It made sense, he couldn't abandon everything for me. By I wasn't asking him to. I was fine with not seeing him for a couple weeks in a row. Because all that mattered was that we loved each other. I knew this was his job and that I couldn't hold him back from it. Why was scooter saying all those things did he really think I was using Justin. I would never do that, I loved him.

My phone buzzed with a text, deridingly I opened it.

'You'd be surprised with the things people do to others. Oh wait you have experience with this kind of thing.' 

That didn't even make sense! I hadn't really hurt anyone. Had I? 

**Flash Back

I heard someone knock at the door and I immediately knew who it was. I ran into the kitchen and pulled out the little jar that we kept our savings in. This month I had saved enough to pay our rent. I unscrewed the cap and my heart sunk at the sight. Mom had spent most of the money. All that was left was 75 dollars and two dimes. I set the jar back in the cupboard and opened the door. The landlord stared down at me with clear disgust on his face.

"You didn't send in this months rent." He bellowed.

"I... Can you give me another week please. I'll get it to you by then." I begged trying to convince him. But really I was trying to convince myself that I could get the money by then.

"Fine, but if i don't get it by Wednesday your out." He yelled harshly.

I nodded my head at him and he left giving me the same disgusted look. I spent the next week earning money anyway I could.

It was Tuesday night and I was short 50 dollars. I went to the fridge and saw all the beer bottles. Maybe I could return them. I placed them all in a plastic bag and headed down to the gas station.

"Can I return these?" I asked setting the bag on the counter.

"No," the cashier said.

"Please they haven't been opened." I begged.

"No." The cashier repeated. I nodded my head and walked around the store. The lady at cash register had left to go help someone. Without thinking, in an act of desperation I sprinted back to the cash register "paid" for a pack of gum so the register would open and grabbed all the twenties. I sprinted towards the door and my sweatshirt got caught on a rack. I pulled it off which caused my sweatshirt to rip and the whole rack to crash to the floor. I ran out the door and kept running until I got home.

**end of flashback**