Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

The Party is Through Those Doors

Chapter 25:

Jessica's POV:

As soon as the clock struck 5:30, two very sleek, black limousines pulled up outside my house. My eyes widened because this is by far the nicest car I've ever laid my eyes on. You know, besides Justin and Selena's cars. It looked like one of those limos that charged twenty dollars per breath.

With a reassuring speech that I was going to do great and a loving kiss on the cheek, I was shoved into a separate limo than the couple and started the ride to the premiere. Apparently, it would seem more 'professional' and 'mature' if I showed up alone. I mean, I would've been fine bringing my parents as my date.

As we grew closer and closer to the arena, my nerves took over more and more. My body was shaking, and my breathing was hitching. To distract myself, I began looking around the interior of this precious car. Obviously, I was too afraid to touch anything. This is too fancy for only one person to be riding in.

Black leather seats lined the walls and a large flat screen was at the end of the aisle. Tinted windows surrounded me, and I left the blinds up so that I could see the city flying past me. It had these really cool twinkling lights on the ceiling that shined as if they were stars. Then, I made a drastic decision on something that might help me calm down.

Underneath the flat screen Tv was a self-serve mini bar. I rushed over too it, seeing as I took my heels off long before the car left my house, and pulled out two shot glasses. I filled each with vodka and stared at them, debating whether or not to drink them.

Our driving stopped in a long, and I mean long, line of fancy cars containing celebrities to be dropped of at what looked like a red carpet event. Car by car, they pulled up and let their passengers out. The stars then had to walk down a small area between paparazzi on both sides. I was going to kill Justin.

He's crazy if he thinks I can go out there. Plus, what's the point of the big performance when I just stroll my way into the arena, Lord knows what's on the inside.

I quickly downed the two shots and decided against a third seeing as I would be easing up a bit. I really hope I don't end up drunk tonight. It's a nervous habit of mine. I reached around for my phone, which I brought without a purse or anything to carry it in. I just didn't see a point in carrying a bag for one thing.

I dialed Justin's phone number and waited anxiously until he answered. "Hello?" he asked, confused as to why I was calling him

"What the hell am I supposed to do out there!? You can't expect me to just walk on normally past a thousand flashes and hundreds of people shouting random questions at me! They don't know anything about me, which is why they're going to target me!" I shouted down the line, furious with his decision.

"Wait, I didn't give you the mask?" he questioned me, and I heard Selena talking in the background.

"What mask?" I asked him.

"Crap! I was supposed to give you a masquerade style mask to wear into the building, and once you're inside, it's fine to take it off," he explained, and I rolled my eyes.

"Wait, I think I gave it to your chauffeur. Ask him," Justin instructed. I sighed, but did it anyways. I carefully make my way up to the tinted glass that separated me from the driver and knocked on it. Sure, there were other buttons for like an intercom system thing going on, but I didn't bother trying to figure out which buttons went to what.

The driver slowly rolled the window down and glanced at me through the rear view mirror. "Is everything alright back there, Ms. Bieber," he asked in a thick, Boston accent. He had short brown hair and, from what I could see in the rear view mirror, bright blue eyes. His facial features were softened, making him appear harmless.