*Disclaimer: Things get sexual in this chapter! Skip it if you don't like it*
YOUR POV
I waited in line with my younger sister and my mom. Today was Justin Bieber's concert, and just with my luck, my sister wanted to drag me along.
The only problem was that I just couldn't stand Justin. I think he's so fake and cocky, and his music isn't even that good. Plus, how much fun is a 20 year old like me gonna have at a concert filled with screaming teenagers?
"Y/N, it's almost our turn to meet Justin. Get off your phone," My mom scolded, grabbing my attention. I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone in my back pocket. Here goes nothing.
My sister squealed annoyingly as the security scanned our tickets and walked us behind a curtain.
"Wait behind the curtain until the photographer calls you. You guys are the last ones, so Justin will be done after meeting you. Enjoy, ladies," The security said, smiling and walking back to the entrance.
"Oh my god, do I look okay? Is my hair fine? I want Justin to find me cute," My sister ranted, smiling and flattening her hair.
"You look terrible," I teased, ruffling her hair around. She gasped in anger and punched my arm, causing me to laugh.
All of a sudden, the photographer called us in. My sister's breathing quickened and my mom was just as excited as her. I sighed and followed behind them.
There he was. That asshole. He stood against the white backdrop, wearing a white t-shirt and light blue ripped jeans. His dirty blonde hair sat messily on top of his head and of course, he was wearing sunglasses indoors. Who the hell does that?
"Oh my god, you're real," my sister screamed, running into his torso and wrapping her arms tightly around him. He lost his balance for a second, but laughed at how starstruck my sister was. He held her tightly for a second and let go.
"What's your name?" He asked, running his fingers through his hair.
"J-jennifer," she stuttered, her nerves getting the best of her.
"Hey, Jen," He smiled, blowing a bubble with his gum. My sister held out his CD, waiting for him to sign it. "What do you want me to do with this?" He asked, laughing at her.
I scoffed from the side and rolled my eyes.
"Sign it, dipshit," I spoke up, grabbing his attention. He raised his eyebrows, pulling his glasses off and glaring at me.
"Excuse me? Don't talk to me like that. Do you even know who I am?"
I crossed my arms over my chest and laughed pathetically.
"Sadly," I said with fake sweetness. My mom nudged my arm as a way to tell me to shut up. I stopped myself before I completely snapped at him.
"Let's get this picture over with," He said through clenched teeth. His jaw tightened with anger.
My sister was too happy to even realize it. She stood with her arms around his torso, and he put his arm around her shoulder. Jennifer had a huge smile on her face, while Justin stared the camera down with that same, stupid blank expression that he makes in pictures.
"Alright, please exit to your left and enjoy yourself at the meet-and-greet after party. Your pictures will be available for download by the end of the night," The photographer spoke, his tone showing that he was annoyed.
"Finally," I muttered under my breath, knowing that Justin heard me. I could feel his eyes straight on me. "Mom, you guys can go to the after party. I'm gonna use the bathroom real quickly. I'll meet you there," I said before walking out.
