Last but Not Least | Justin Bieber |

Turning on the Swag

I slipped my phone into my pocket, and strolled over to where the girls sat. The one who was talking looked at me, her eyes growing wide, and her face turning blood red. She whispered something to the girl next to her, and she looked at me.

Her green eyes filled with hatred, and anger. I slowed my walk as her eyes burned into mine.

She turned her head away from me, flipping her ponytail at me as her friend smacked her arm.

"Ouch." she girl mumbled, and thats when I approached them.

"Hello ladies." I greeted. "Mind if I sit with you two?"

"What would happen if we did?" the girl with green eyes asked, looking at me, the same expression and emotions in her eyes.

Ouch.

"Don't listen to her." her friend said, shooting her a look. "You can sit, Justin."

I smiled, and took a seat across from the girls.

"So, you guys must know my name," I said, and the girl with green eyes snorted as she turned to the side. I looked at her, and then at her friend.

"Ignore her." she said, and stuck her hand out to me. "I'm Brianna, and that's Olivia." I took her hand, and gave it a shake.

Olivia looked back at me, and I stuck my hand out for her to shake. She shook her head, and kept her hands under her leg.

"I don't shake hands with..." she paused, thinking of what to say next, as if she wanted to check me, or something.

She finally gave up with the comment, and turned back to the side. I looked at Brianna, and she rolled her ice blue eyes.

"She's not in a good mood." Brianna said.

"I was." Olivia muttered, and stood. "I've gotta get home anyways." she walked off, and Brianna's face started turning a shade of red as she was left with me.

"What's with her?" I asked, wondering what her problem was.

"She's not really...." Brianna tried to think of what to say. "Into you, as most girls are."

I nodded. "So a non-belieber?" I asked, laughing. Brinna laughed too, and nodded.

"Yea, that." she said, and sighed. "I'm sorry for her being so rude." she apologized.

I stuck my hand in the air. "It's alright. I get it a lot, no biggy." I looked over Brianna's shoulder, to see Olivia waiting for the bus.

Time to make my move...I said, and sighed.

"Well..." I pulled my phone out, and gasped. "Darn. I'm late. Sorry Brinna, I gotta go." I stood, and jogged off to the bus stop, where Olivia was sitting on the bench, messing with the sleeve of her shirt.

She looked up as I leaned against the sign pole, and gave her a croocked smile.

"Hey there, Olivia." I greeted. "Fancy meeting you here."

"What do you want?" she spat. "I'm not your fan. I don't have the fever." she added in an eye roll before folding one leg over the other, and crossing her arms, looking the other way.

I sighed. "That's not why I'm here." I said, laughing, and sat next to her.

"Then what brings you here then?" she asked, looking at me, the tip of her hair smacking my cheek slightly. "Why does a popstar wanna hang with one of his haters?"

"I wanna see why you hate me." I said. I could hear the bus making one more stop until it would come rumbling around the corner to this stop. I was running outa time.

Olivia could tell too, so she smiled. "You really wanna know?"

I nodded. "Lets hear it."

Olivia placed her finger under her chin, deep in thought. My leg moved up and down, impacient.

As she opened her mouth to answer, the bus screetched to a stop, and she jumped up.

"This is where I go." she said. "I guess you'll just have to bother someone else." she glarred, and ran onto the bus as a group of screeching girls run over to me, and yank at my shirt, shoving pens and paper into my face.

I watched Olivia get onto the bus, and the bus drive off. I made my way out of the group forming around me, and walked to where Brinna was sitting.

"Hey." she said, practically screaming it. I shushed her, and looked over my shoulder.

"Olivia said that you would give me her number." I said. Brianna's mouth hung open, and I closed it with my hand.

"You'll catch bugs." I added with a laugh.

"I'm sorry, but." she paused. "Olivia asked me to give you her own, personal number?" I nodded, and smiled.

"I guess I'm just lucky." I said, and popped my hood over my head as I heard giggling behnd me, and I didn't want the group to attack me again.

Brianna sighed, and looked through her phone til it landed on Olivia's name. She handed me her phone and I put the number into my own phone.

I felt odd asking for someone's friends number, so I asked for Brianna's number too. I'd figure she'd come in handy when I needed to search for Olivia on my days off.

"I'll text ya later." I said, and Brianna nodded, waving. I went to my car, and slid in, smiling to myself.

I'm good so good, it's bad. I thought, and then realized how cheesy that sounded, but didn't care.

Before pulling out, I sent Olivia a text.

Hey there. Guess who. and sent it. I laughed at how I was gonna get 10,000 fans. I decided to celebrate by going down to Ol' Canada to see the guys, and tell them bout her. 

Tomorrow was my day off, so it wouldn't hurt.

Before I went to bed, I looked at my phone. Olivia had replied to my message.

You Stalker.