Alls Fair In LOVE And BIEBER

The New Girl on The Block

Justin's P.O.V
*4 weeks later*
It's been 4 weeks since that little Jason encounter and its like people still choose to pity me. I'm not a person in need of pity. I mean...if anything, I should be praised. I brought back the girl of my dream's brother, and possibly defeated my inner self.

But instead of all that, I'm laying on my couch backstage getting constant questions from Scooter. Even on tour I can't get a break *rolls eyes*. Oh and did I mention....Destiny's not here. So yeah I'm bored.

"Justin, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, Scott. I'm fine" I said monotoned

"It seems like since we told Destiny to go home you've been depressed" he sat next to me

"Maybe it's that. Maybe it's the fact that everyone is treating me like a fucking charity case. I fucking passed out I'm not dead like damn."

"Justin nobody thinks you're a charity case just relax"

"How can I relax when you're over my shoulder every 5 minutes"

"Okay is this better", he moved back a little

"Little more" I fanned him back more

"Liiittle more" he moved all the way back

"Is this okay?"

"Perfect" I put my headphones in and started listening to Years & Years "Desire". Then this nigga decides to pull m headphones out.

"What is it Scooter?"

"Get up and come with me" he demanded

"Why" I whined

"You need to get off this couch ad meet someone"

"Someone like who. Destiny? Because nobody's like Destiny at all" I pointed out. He can quote that and hashtag it

"No not Destiny"

"Then there's no point in leaving"

"Justin just because she broke up with you and had to leave does not give you the right to stay here and mope. You have a life and you have to live it if you wanna make these girls happy. Understand me?" I hate when he gets like this

I looked at him and raised my eyebrows "is that supposed to make me get up?"

"Well I was hoping-"

"Because it worked. Fuck you Scooter"

"No thank you. This my wife's job"

"And yet you still can't do that right" I chuckled

He just stuck his middle finger at me

"I'm not gay so....no" I got up and stretched, my v line coming into view

"Ok model put a shirt on please"

"I'm too sexy for my shirt" I started dancing in front of a grossed out Scooter

"Please just...just stop" he put his hands in front of me to stop me from coming closer.

"See, even you can't handle the sexiness I hold in my sexy hands that are on my sexy body" I flaunted

"I get it Justin, you're concieted, now can you just come on" he rolled his eyes

"Fine...but I'm getting up because I want to...not because you told me too"

"Like you got that haircut because you wanted to, right?" He mocked and I stuck my tongue out at him