Fate(a justin bieber fan fiction)

lies

★★ AALIYA'S POV★★

I was pissed. Not because of justin but because of stephani. Why in the hell would she tell justin my name was Jasmine?

He's gonna think Im a liar all because of her. When she gets back home Im gonna fucking go ham. This bitch is trying to jeopardize my career.

I know Im not crazy over him but she shouldn't have lied to his face. If I am even considering working with him, he has to be able trust me.

As I was thinking about this situation , steph walked in the house with a bunch of bags. "what is all that?," I asked. "Oh I figured since im going to be working with Justin im going to have to look good for him.

"Stephani, we need to talk." "About what?" "I wanna know what the fuck you think you were doing lying to Justin about my name?" "Well first things first, you dont even like justin so I dont see why you care and two I live to dance and you do to but you just arent good enough to dance with Justin as I am. Sorry but I have to be honest, she smirked."

This bitch has some fucking nerve! She must be smoking some shit if she thinks that she can dance better than me. "Okay just because I dont like Justin does not mean I would pass up an opportunity like this! If you weren't my friend in swear I would punch you in your big ass lip for all the side shit you've been doing lately.

I may not live to dance but I damn sure am passionate about what I do. So you can sit the fuck down and take a seat."

She stood there with this look on her face. " Well if you feel like that liya then why dont you just get the fuck out?"

At this point things were getting heated and everytime one of us said a word I could feel my inner bitch swell and swell.

She called me bitch, that was it I was done with her bullshit. I got my keys. Ill be back tomorrow, I cant even look at you right now! I got in my car and found the nearest hotel and stayed until the next morning.

*****A WEEK LATER*****

After me and Steph got into that fight we havent even talked. The next day I had went back home but she was gone.

I didnt care. She had crossed a major line.I dont know if shes been acting like a bitch because of when she kissed me but all I know is she was being a big pain in my ass.

Stephani was gone with some friends so I was home by myself. I needed some time to think about if I should forgive her or if I should just give up on this friendship.

While I was thinking, there was a knock on the door. I knew it couldn't be stephani because she had her key. I opened the door and it was Justin.

"Hey Jasmine," he said. "Um hey, come in. Im actually glad you came over because I need to talk to you about something." "you do?" " yeah. Okay so last week when you saw us dancing, you came to stephs car. Well when you asked who we were stephani lied. I dont know why but she told you my name was Jasmine."

"I asked her about it later on and she said that since I dont really like you, that it doesnt matter she also told me that she was a better dancer and that I should basically back off. I just wanted you to know the truth before we possibly worked together. By the way im Aaliya."

Justin looked confused at first but then he understood. "well both of you guys are great dancers but the reason why I stopped was because of you. I really didnt pay attention to the other girl, you were clearly the best.

I was actually going to only ask you, but your friend pretty much volunteered herself. I didnt want to be a dick so I went along with her."

"Well ill stop by later and you can act like we never had this conversation so your friend wont get mad but I will tell you this, today we are gonna have a suprise dance battle to see who takes the spot and whoever wins will be touring with us." "okay." Justin stood up and surprised me with a hug. "see ya later." He walked out the door and got into his ride and left he yelled out the car. "ill be back around 3", and he left.

Justin didnt even seem the least bit phased by stephani and I felt pretty confident that I would be his new dancer. I realized Justin might not be half bad.