Save Me

Ch. 14 - "I promise"

*Justin's POV* 

Honestly, I had no idea what the fuck just happened.

I was standing there putting my guitar away, when all of the sudden Selena showed up out of nowhere. I found it pretty creepy damn considering no one had told here that I was here. 

It wasn't like I was going to drop her on the ground when she jumped into my arms. I was so shocked about the whole situation that I barely had any time to react by the time she kissed me. 

And here I was, sitting here alone on this dark empty stage. I had no idea where Alaina went, someone told me she left after I sang. She could have at least come to talk to me but I guess not. 

I sighed, taking my phone out of my pocket and contemplating on wether to call her or not. If I called her anyways she probably wouldn't pick up. 

I stood up, removing the microphone from my ear and cheeck. I slowly walked backstage to find my guitarist Dan waiting for me. I handed him the microphone and furrowed my eye brows together, trying to think why Alaina would just leave like that. 

I was sure that she would finally give in and accept her feelings for me after tonight but I guess not. I wasn't really mad, I was more of dissapointed. I basically poured my heart out into that song tonight and she just left without any warning. 

"You okay kid?" Dan's voice interrupted my thoughts, taking me back to reality. 

"Yeah," I mumbled, avoiding any eye contact. 

"What happened to the girl?" He asked, obviously just as confused as me. 

"Good question," I replied as I threw my hands up in the air. 

"Come on, any girl can't refuse a song by Justin Bieber dedicated to her," He said as he placed my guitar in the case before zipping it up. 

"Well I guess this one did," I complained as I picked up my case and started walking off. 

"Hm," Dan replied, following me off. "Unless.."  

"What?" I asked, turning to him. "I just want to get home now. This night sucks ass and I need a drink."  

"Woah there Bieber, before you jump to conclusions," He started, "there has to be a logical reason why she left."  

"No shit!" I yelled, running a hand through my hair.

"Jesus christ, I'm just trying to help you," He replied, opening the door in front of us.

"Okay, I'm sorry," I forced it out of my mouth as we approached my car.

"Tell me everything that happened tonight," He said.

"What are you, some weird therapist slash detective slash guitarist?" I asked, opening the back door to my car and placing my guitar inside. I slammed it shut probably a little harder than I should, causing Dan to jump a little bit. 

"For the last time, I'm just trying to help you," He replied. 

"Right, I'm sorry," I repeated. 

"Now stop acting like an idiot and tell me," He said, cracking a smile. 

I rolled my eyes, thinking back to how the whole night went. "Well I picked her up around eight and we talked in the car and stuff and everything was going good, Moshe helped me get her here and then I came out on stage." 

"She wasn't mad at you or anything back then?" He asked me. "Like she seemed fine?"  

"Yeah," I replied. "She looked fine and stuff when I was performing."