I'm Not Sorry: A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction

Thirty Two

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"What'd I do?!" Justin barged into my room, in his full-on panic mode.

I acted dumb. "What did you do? Did you do anything?"

He frowned. "You think I wouldn't see your TwitLonger, huh? Well, you're wrong. I did. Because whenever you tweet, my phone receives the notifications. But please tell me what I did!" He cried and sat down beside me, grabbing my hand as he did so.

I bit my inner cheeks and went back to reading my magazine.

He slowly slid down my bed and squatted on the floor, looking right up at me, with eyes that makes you dishearten. "Please tell me what I did, baby, please," he pleaded.

I grounded my teeth. "You didn't do anything. Everything's because of me, okay? Of. Me." I said slowly and abundantly.

"No," he shook his head. "you wouldn't do something like this out of the blue. This isn't about you, it's about me, is it?" He swallowed hard.

I pursed my lips in and looked away. "Why didn't you tell me you were meeting Selena in the studio?"

"I-I, I didn't, I didn't - Scooter didn't tell me, I didn't know, I just went there, and she was seated there - I tried leaving, but Scooter held me back, even though Kenny was willing to help me and - I don't know - I've screwed up again," he ran his fingers through his hair out of frustration. "I'm so sorry, baby, I'm really sorry, I didn't know, and we had to this stupid interview, and they wanted a video of us kissing, and I... I just wasn't up for drama that moment..."

"Oh really? Or is it because I didn't want to kiss you, that's why you kissed her?" I contained my anger.

"No! I didn't want to! I hated her! You know that!"

"You HATED her? I HATE her. I'm hating on her, even though I USED to like her. So you hate her in the past, but not in the present?" I frowned and shifted my gaze onto him.

"What? No! Wait, what? No! I'm still hating on her! I didn't have a choice! I'm so sorry ba-" I cut him off.

"Don't call me baby," I grounded my teeth. "Just leave. Leave me alone. At least for now. Please," I said emotionlessly.

He sighed softly and reluctantly pulled his hand away from mine, then stood up, and left my room, his sniffles trailing off with him.

I narrowed my eyes at a part of a magazine.

Wait. A minute.

"A goodbye kiss between Jelena?" My eyes widened. "Well, what's been said, have been done. Jelena is now over, and the reason is still unconfirmed, although we've persuaded them to disclose a little. So Selena said a little bit of it, 'well, we're two years apart. Especially when I'm a girl, and he's a boy, and I'm older than him-doesn't it sound wrong?' she laughed. 'But we're still gonna be best friends.' So Jelena fans, don't be disappointed. The Biebs' is on the market, for the rest of you Beliebers."

What the hell? What kind of a redundant excuse is that? It's so... She obviously doesn't have any cow sense. Her reason was so dumb, I swear, if I was at the studio with them, I would've interjected.

Shit.

Why do I have this... this... this stupid habit of jumping to conclusions?!

Justin. Find Justin. First.

I quietly opened the door and then I heard his voice, down the hall.

"I know but- " he got cut off. "No!" "I can't..." "I won't!"

"Selena, get it clear."

My mouth fell.

Selena?