Smoke & Mirrors (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

The week went by so slow. It's finally Thursday night. My bags are packed by my door, and my room looks almost empty. We're leaving for a whopping three weeks. My dad thinks we need to just leave our life for a while. I couldn't agree more.

Justin still hasn't called me, and Jake calls me everyday. We talk a lot now, and I really like him. I still love Justin, but I like Jake too. It stresses me to think about it. I think I really do need a vacation.

The plane ride to Hawaii is about 5 hours. When we land, I can't help but smile. The airport smells like flowers and happiness. I know it sounds cheesy, but it really does. We roll our bags to a shuttle, which takes us to our hotel on the beach.

I put on a bikini, and my dad and I run to the beach. Some cute surfer guys smile and wave at me. I wave back, but I don't flirt. I'm taken by Jake. Woah. I mean Justin.

This has been happening a lot lately. I think about Jake, not Justin. I get stressed thinking about them and go back to our hotel. I check my phone. My heart skips a beat when I see Justin's name on the screen.

Justin: hey babe :)

Me: uh hi...

Justin: what's wrong?

Me: you don't talk to me.

Justin: I knew that was coming. I need to talk to you, I'll come by your house.

Me: I'm in Hawaii.

Justin: and you didn't tell me?!

Me: I didn't think you'd care

Justin: ugh I screwed up big time.

Me: yeah

Justin: ugh bye

Me: bye

I hate when we fight.

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It's been about two weeks in Hawaii. It's been so relaxing. My dad and I are already starting to pack because we're leaving in four days.

"I'm going to the ABC store down the street, be back in a few," my dad waves to me and goes out the door. I sit on the couch and play on my phone a while. Justin and I haven't talked since our "fight". I think it might be over. I text Jake back and check my Instagram.

Suddenly, someone knocks on my door. I check the peephole and open the door cautiously.

"Justin?" I ask. I'm in shock.

"Juliet," he says. He attacks me in a hug. I hesitantly hug him back. We pull away. Justin stares at me and brushes the hair out of my face. He looks at me in disbelief, like I'm not here.

"Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?" I ask.

"I had to see you," he says. I can tell he's trying really hard not to bring up our fighting and not talking lately. He leans in for a kiss and I deny him. "Babe," he groans.

"Don't call me that," I snap. Justin looks at me with a you-did-not-just-say-that look on his face. He breaths deeply and runs his hand through his hair.

"What do you want to hear?" He asks. "I don't know what you want from me."

"Well I'd like to know why you stopped talking to me."

Justin knew this one was coming. "Look, Juliet. I stopped talking to you. I was wrong. I was just mad because your friend was the one who-"

"My friend? So this is what this is all about. Look, did you really think that I would still be his friend after that?"

Justin stares at the floor. "Yeah, I was wrong. Juliet, I love you. Can we just forget about all this mess? Please. I need you Juliet."

I consider his offer for a while. "Sure," I say. He smiles wide and hugs me tightly. We kiss.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach," Justin suggests. He grabs my hand and we walk outside onto the sand. Instantly, crowds surround him. For the past month I forgot what it was like to be with Justin.

"Justin!" I yell over the voices. "Can I sit down, my back hurts."

Justin pulls away from the crowd and we go next to the shore. Nobody follows us into the water because most people are dressed. I sit down and the water hits my breasts. For some reason this hurts more than it should.

"Justin I'm going to go back to the hotel really quick, wait here." I stand up and run back, shuffling through crowds of paparazzi and Beliebers.

I don't know what's wrong with me, so I figure I might be on my period a couple days early or something. I check and I'm fine. I see a piece of pizza on the counter. I take a bite, and it doesn't feel right. I set the piece down and as I'm walking out the door, I feel puke coming. I sprint to the bathroom and vomit into the toilet. Afterwards, I feel completely better.

The symptoms are strange, so I type them on Google. Nothing could've prepared me for the results.

"Pregnant?" "Free Abortion!" "Need a new doctor?" "Pregnancy Symptoms" "Find Out Your Due Date!"

My heart stops. I shake it off. It's just a Google search. I decide to go to the store and buy a pregnancy test just to be safe.

When I check out the cashier looks at me, smiles and says, "Have a nice day!"

It's so scripted and fake, but it makes me smile. Maybe she really did want me to have a good day.

When I get back to my hotel, my heart is racing. I'm so nervous. I sit on the toilet and open the test. I take a deep breath.

After using the test you have to wait a few minutes. I pace in the little kitchen. After about ten minutes, I walk back to the bathroom to see the result. As I'm reaching for the test, someone knocks on the door.

I sigh, and go to the door. It's Justin.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

"Yeah I'm fine, I'm totally fine. Completely fine. What makes you think I'm not fine-"

"Okay okay," Justin laughs. "I think I need to use the bathroom." He walks towards the door. I stop him, my heart about to beat our of my chest.

"I have to go more," I run in the door and close the door behind me. Justin knocks on the door.

"Baby are you okay?"

"Just, umm, hold on!" I call out. I check the test. Two lines. What does two lines mean?

I grab the box out of the trash and check. Two lines means pregnant... PREGNANT! I don't even have time to freak out about it. I stuff the test and box in my pockets and walk out casually.

"I had to pee really bad," I lie. I can tell he knows this is a lie but he doesn't question me. Thank God. He goes into the bathroom.

I freak out. It's obviously not Justin's, we haven't had sex yet. The only person who could be the dad is... Jake. What's Justin going to think when he finds out? He's going to be pissed. Unless the baby is his...

I feel terribly fooling him like this, but I have no other options. He opens the door and walks out. I hug his neck and he stares in my eyes.

"I love you," I say. I kiss him as sexily as possible.

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