The Boy Next Door - A Justin Bieber Fan Fic

Chapter 13

Bam I got it done. Sorry if its choppy and what not, I read it through a couple times but haven't genuinely edited it. Enjoy!

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Torture. It was plain torture. Why was I putting myself through this. Why was I scrolling down this vicious Hollywood gossip page. Why was I wasting my time on this. I didn't know how celebrities could take this. I mean hearing the rumors were hard, but seeing the evidence was like a slap in the face. All of the above questions could be simply answered. They weren't difficult and I knew a solution to each but I just couldn't stop. I couldn't stop what I was seeing, what had happened, and I couldn't stop the hurt it was causing.

I slammed my laptop shut and flopped back on my bed, laying flat and closing my eyes. I focused on the whirring sound of the fan and tried to think of something positive. I tried to think of something other than the pictures I had just seen. They weren't inappropriate or vulgar but they were like being stabbed by a dull knife. I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I wanted to cry but I thought that was a bit drastic. I tried to think reasonably and realistically. Think with my mind, not my heart.

I turned the tv on, my twitter feed let me know that She's The Man was playing and I figured there was no better movie to watch today. I pulled my fluffy duvet up to my chin and snuggled into my numerous pillows, hoping I could laugh the pain away and share the feeling of rejection with another person, even if they were a fictional character in a movie. The movie made me feel instantly better and I was swept out of my sad reality into a short lived euphoria of happiness.

There was a soft knock on my door and I turned to volume down as my mother cautiously inched the door open and stepped inside my cave. She smiled sweetly and tilted her head to the side, silently telling me that she knew I was upset about something, and that was okay.

"Hey hon," she came to the side of my bed and wrested her hand on my arm, "how are you feeling?"

I dropped my voice an octave and tried to sound groggy so she would think I was just sick. "not to good," cue fake cough, "I think I caught something." My mom placed her delicate hand on my forehead trying to feel for a fever.

"hmmm" was all she said as she removed her hand from my head and drifted to the window. She wasn't buying it, but she also wasn't pushing me to explain. So I guess compromise was good in this situation. She whipped my curtains open flooding my room with light and fluffed the pillows on my window seat. "I think it would be good if you went outside and got some sunshine. Its beautiful today and a little vitamin d never hurt anyone." She retreated towards my door and began to exit, looking back at me once more, still concerned. "You're car needs a wash anyways." With that, she threw me one last half smile and slipped quietly out of my room.

I knew she was right, and I was craving some sun, so I threw on a bathing suit, some jean shorts, and a pair of black ray bans and headed down to the garage. I opened up the large garage doors shedding light on my beautiful white car who hadn't gotten much wear since I had gotten it unfortunately. I rolled it slowly onto my drive way and got out the hose, buckets, soap, sponges and quickly got to work. I was making great progress, finishing up the front end of the car and moving onto the back. I paused for a moment to brush the hair out of my eyes and admire my neighborhood. No matter what direction, or at what angle you were looking at it, the view around my home, and the houses surrounding it were picture perfect. As I started to get back to work, my attention became focused on the fact that the music I was playing seemed to get quieter and a mysterious bass seemed to be getting closer to my driveway. I dialed down the music so I could figure out where the thumping bass was coming from. I stood eyeing my car for a bit when another car caught my eye. A flashy, cheetah print Audi cruised slowly past my house, blasting some foreign rap and helping me locate the distracting bass. The driver had their tattooed left arm hanging casually out of the window but didn't bother waving or even looking in my direction. They simply continued on and pulled into the driveway next to mine. The pictures I had seen early began flashing through my mind when I realized who was driving the gaudy car. I wondered if he was alone, he definitely wasn't alone in the pictures I had seen of him. The pictures that had no doubt dealt me a hard blow when I saw my neighbor strutting down rodeo Dr. with his right arm completely occupied toting around the hispanic beauty that he had supposedly been trying to 'rekindle' a relationship with. Selena had her head tilted, her eyes looking directly into his as if they had some quiet secret that no one could hear about. She was smiling and so was he. It seemed everyone was ecstatic; not only was he spotted with his first love once again, but also that he was smiling again and he seemed genuine happy. Yeah I had seen him like that, when we were alone, but I guess that smile had been scarcely seen by his fans recently. She had brought it back. Not only was she gorgeous, genuine, and funny, but she had made him smile, and she had won him over once again. And now, not only had I not talked to him in days, but when I did see him the other day after lunch with my mom, he looked straight through me. I was nothing to him anymore, and somehow I wasn't surprised that this had happened. I was once again friendless but at least he had his girlfriend back, one of us had something to be happy about.

He stepped out of his car and slammed the door shut, startling me and causing me to drop the bucket of soapy water I was holding. The bucket hit the ground making a huge commotion, hitting the ground noisily and throwing water in every direction. I scrambled to clean it up before it reached the grass but the sound seemed to have no effect on Justin. He continued on his way into his house, closing the door and shutting me out once more.

I finished my car and cleaned up the driveway and my supplies, putting everything in back in its rightful place. I started to head back into the house when I got a text from my dad.

Dad: please come down to the studio, I want to show you something.

Today my dad was working with some of the artists from the label so he could see what they were cooking up and what they had to offer. I guess he wanted me to see a little bit of what having something legit to do all day looked like.

I had changed and gotten in my car in just enough time to see Justin peel out of his drive way and speed out of the neighborhood once again. I had a guess of where he might be going and a special someone he might be headed to see. Shaking my head and trying to mask the hurt, I pulled out of my driveway and blasted whatever was on the radio. I tried to focus on what was in front of me and try to leave the negative behind, however that was hard considering Justin was not only in front of me, but moving on much quicker than I, once again leaving me in his dust.

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Okay I know its kind of difficult bringing in Selena as a character but I wanted to keep it as realistic as possible. I don't want people to stop reading because they don't like her or because they don't like what her part in the plot is. Keep reading for Raeleigh and Justin because this story is about THEM. There will be LOTS more action and romantics between them in the next chapter so keep reading ;)