Love in the lights (justin Bieber love story )

Chapter 31 :Dx

JUSTIN'S POINT OF VIEW

As soon as those words left my mouth I instantly regretted it, I don't think YN is using me for fame or money and I have no doubts about that so why I said it I have no clue. They just came out of my mouth without me even thinking or paying attention. She stormed away from me slamming the door and telling me to fuck off and honestly I don't blame her. I contemplated trying to talk to her but I decided against it I think that if I just leave everything to cool off and speak to her later and hopefully we won't have another argument. Arguing isn't like me and YN we never usually argue and when we do we make up within a few minutes so this is quiet serious, and it's my entire fault. I'm a prick with a big mouth. I sighed heavily throwing on whatever clothes I had in my back pack. I rubbed my face with my hands showing how frustrated I was with myself, I grabbed all my stuff and left not saying bye, leaving a note. Nothing. I shut the door loudly so she could hear I had left and wouldn't be stuck in her closet all day. Now it's time to face Scooter I'm not looking forward to this. I jumped into my car and started to drive out of YN driveway but I was immediately greeted with about 30 paparazzi all surrounding my car and squashing themselves up against it making in virtually impossible for me to drive without hitting one of them. I beeped my car horn loudly trying to get them to move my none of them flinched or moved an inch, I was getting more and more angrier with everything that was going on, angry with myself for arguing with YN making her upset saying what I did and now angry that this dicks that follow me round for a living are touching my car and not letting me drive. I heard a loud scraping sound come from the back of my Friska Karma and I felt my heart drop they better not have fucking done anything to my car or I will flip out. I swung my car door open hitting a pap out of the way as I did and marched over to where I heard the noise coming from I looked at the car and there was a massive scratch mark on it. Oh no, this better be a fucking joke. Aston Kutcher brings out the cameras now please! I looked over to the man standing with the camera being clutched into his hand and his eyes were widened and he had a sorry expression all over his face 'LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO MY FUCKING CAR!' I yelled at him, and he brought his camera close to my face and flashed it right in my eyes 'bro are you kidding me?' I asked not raising my voice and gritting the question through my teeth 'JUSTIN WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY?' one of them yelled at me 'why am I so angry?' I asked in a mocking tone 'BECAUSE ALL YOU DO IS FOLLOW ME ROUND ALL DAY AND NOW YOU RUIN MY CAR!' I exploded at them which only increased the flashed 'this is a fucking joke' I muttered to myself before I stormed off back to my car slamming the car door shut and speeding away and right now I couldn't give to fucks if I knocked one of these pricks over, they deserve it.

When I got to the studio for my rehearsals I sat in the car for a moment trying to prepare myself for the worst thing that could happen which would be Scooter yelling at me... me yelling at him and I know that is going to happen but to what extent I'm not so sure I sighed for about the millionth time today as I walked around to the back of my car and crouched down to look at scratch and it looked worse than I did when I was crowed my paparazzi. I took my phone out of my pocket and turned it on for the first time all day, I let all the messages and missed calls fall through as I took a picture of the scratch and tweeted it saying 'this is why I hate paps get a real job.' I know I will probably get in more trouble with Scooter for tweeting that but right now... I don't care! 'JUSTIN GET IN HERE NOW!' I heard a very angry Scooter yell from behind me I sighed once again before locking my car and walking into the studio ignoring everything Scooter was yelling at me 'are you listening to me?' he snapped at me 'yes I am.. How can I not when you're nagging in my ear all the time!' I snapped back at him making everyone look at us now 'you need to sort your attitude out and focus' he warned me 'I can't focus! Why did you think I wanted the day off?! So I could relax!!' I exclaimed to him 'Justin you promised you would work hard for this tour and that's what you are going to do' he scowled me 'I know, but what harm is ONE day going to do?!' I asked him raising my voice at him again 'I'm not having this conversation with you so get in there and work' he gritted through his teeth as he pointed to the rest of the dancers I groaned before going to join them. So much for a good day...