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I stuck my tongue out at Justin and grinned. Yeah, I'm still torturing him by not kissing him.
I'm so evil.
Well, he started it first.
He's talking to Scooter on his phone.
"Fine, I'll be there now," he groaned. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he rolled his eyes. "OKAY, BYE!"
I raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"He wants me back in the studio, now," he rolled his eyes again.
"Oh, then, go," I shrugged.
He narrowed his eyes on me. "You sure?"
"Duh," I smiled a little.
"Okay then," he leaned down, and tried to kiss me, but I blocked him, by placing my fingers on his lips.
"No kisses," I smirked, and gave him a hug instead.
"I'll get my kiss tomorrow. Just you wait, Justine," he winked, before getting out of my room.
I wonder why Scooter needs him in the studio now...
***
"Morning nervous-looking mothers," I laughed and grabbed my toast off the plate.
"Justine," Pattie swallowed hard. "Justin went back to the studio yesterday and he... he kind of... I don't how to put it..."
"Justin kissed Selena in the studio yesterday," my mom pursed her lips in with a frown. "But it was Scooter's idea. They had to do this—" I cut her off.
"Wait, they kissed, or made-out? Because if they made out, I swear I ain't keeping my hands to myself, it'll end up on their faces eventually," I grounded my teeth, and clenched my fists into balls under the table.
"They... They... Th—" Pattie got cut off by my mom again.
"Please don't be rash and do anything," my mom pleaded. "but they made-out. But just for the sake of that magazine! Please, Justine, don't do anything!"
I unclenched my fists and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment.
I'm not crying—just pissed.
"I won't," I calmly said and took my phone out and got on TwitLonger.
@justinbieber
Dear Justin Bieber,
I know you won't read this(because I'm just one of those insane beliebers who wants to get followed by you and then you'll ignore)but I have to say something, though.
Goodbye! :)
I tweeted it to Justin and smiled.
Yes, smiled.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction
FanfictionHe enjoys teasing her. She detests him for he is annoying. They don't get along very well, and when they do, things usually become a mess. Can you just imagine what would happen if they became an item? I can't, I bet it would turn out far more worse...
