My Best Friend's Brother (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Twenty

**Jazmyn**

"I'm pregnant," Rosalie says.

"What?!" I scream.

She cannot be pregnant. One, Justin isn't stupid enough to do that. Two, she can't be sure.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"I two pregnancy tests." I hear a slurping sound on her end of the phone. "I have to know for sure. I have three more. I need to know. I can't be pregnant. I am only eighteen."

"How are going to get enough pee for three pregnancy tests?" I ask, pacing around.

There was another slurp. "I am drinking my weight in Icee's and Mountain Dew. Jazmyn, I don't know what to do."

She begins to cry again. I grab my keys, a pencil, and a piece of paper.

"I'm flying to you," I say, scribbling down a note for my parents.

"We are in Las Vegas," she sobs. "What do I tell him?"

"We need to make sure that you are pregnant and work from there," I say. "I have to call a taxi. I will get back to you."

"Please hurry."

She begins to sob again when she hangs up. I dial the taxi and wait impatiently for it to arrive at my home. When it does arrive, I pop the door open then slip inside.

"Airport. And step on it," I say, buckling up.

I dial her number again and wait for her to pick up. When she doesn't, I text her.

"Babe, when did it happen?" I text her.

"What?" she replies.

"You know... IT. When did it happen?" I ask.

"Last week. It must've broken or something. We did have one!" she says. "This can't be happening to me. Not now."

"I know, I know. We'll figure this out. Do you want me to tell him or want me there with you?" I say, chewing on my lip.

"I'll tell him. Talk to you later."

Then she leaves. Oh, my. How will he take this?

**Rosalie**

I put my phone in my purse and open another two tests. I scurry into the stall and do my business. I pull my pants up and wait again for the test to get the results. Jazmyn will be here. She'll help me. Should I tell him? When do I tell him?

I look at the sticks and it hasn't finished yet. I grip the sides of the sink and look down the drain. I couldn't look at myself. Not after this. I knew that if we did, it will distract him from his music. This will mess everything up. Maybe if I hide it from him then give it up for adoption. Then he won't need to worry about anything.

I loom down at the tests and they both read positive. I cry again and throw them away. I grab my things and start walking back to the hotel. I close the door to the hotel room behind me and crumple into a heap on the floor.

**Justin**

Will.i.am bids me good night and I mess with Scooter on the way up.

"Good night, kid. Tomorrow we hit the road again," Scooter says before closing his door.

I walk down to the room Rosalie and I are sharing. I was about to unlock it when I hear her on the phone.

"I don't know how to tell him, babe. You don't know how hard it is," she says. "No, I can't just come right out and say it. I told myself when he started tour that this will never happen because it will distract him. What more of a distraction than... Maybe I'll leave. So he can focus on his work."

I open the door and walk into the bedroom area. She was pacing around and stops when she sees me.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

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Author's note:

This is the last update of the night. I hope you enjoyed it and it kept you hanging. Haha Love you Beliebers. We are a family!

-- Desdemona