"i dare you to text justin bieber some crazy shit."
lowercase intended.
started:1/31/16
completed: 4/20/16
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"what bet do you want to make miss?" the dealer at the roulette table asked me.
i had made it to vegas, about 20 minutes after the convo with justin. then i went to a casino and checked in for the hotel upstairs and then took money out for the bets i was planning.
after i had gone to the roulette wheel, and now here i was. i was really good at this game, and making bets; a talent i never knew i had. i was careful; and as a result had one all if my games except one, and only then i only lost about eighty dollars,and earned so much money. but this is my last game, before i was going to a club, or either back to my room to sleep, i wasn't sure yet.
"your bet miss?" the man repeated.
"red, number 25." i said slowly. the positions just made sense.
"and your item?"
"that ferrari out there in the front."
i heard gasps around the table, and even some, she's bullshiting, or she's lying, and that's not hers.
"miss, is that actually your car?"
nope. i thought to myself. it's justin bieber's.
"yup."
"but if you lose, you know there is going to be a problem if that's yours."
but i already knew that i would win.
i nodded, and the guy took that as his cue.
roll, roll, bounce, bounce. the little black ball spun around the table for what seemed like forever until it landed on,
"red , 25."
"fuck! yes! yes! im mother fucking rich niggas!" i yelled, jumping up and down.
i had just won over 10, thousand for this one bet, one because one guy thought he was going to win and placed a large amount of money. everything, actually.
i left the table, all my stuff in hand, and cashed in the coins for actual money. in my mind, i was rich as fuck.
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i slowly got into the bed. i was going to go to the pool, or club, but then realized i had no clothes for that.
i turned on my phone, which had been turned off for most of the night, and so messages. imessages, dms, etc.
i opened up imessage first, and saw that they were from anna.
anna: bitch where tf are you?
anna: danielleeee
anna: hoe where the fuck you at
anna : k
i left her on read, and opened up my other message, which from ryan, who i had given my number to.
ryan: where you at tho
left that guy on read too.
then i saw a bunch of dms from justin.
justinbieber : DANIELLE
justinbieber : THIS ISN'T FUCKING FUNNY
justinbieber : WHERE ARE U
justinbieber : IM SERIOUS
justinbieber : AND YOU TURNED MY CAR TRACKER OFF SO I CAN'T EVEN SEE NOW
DAN1ELLE : oh, im at a casino
DAN1ELLE : made big bucks baby
DAN1ELLE : haha
justinbieber : you basically stole my car
DAN1ELLE :
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justinbieber : stop
justinbieber : can we talk?
DAN1ELLE : we are talking
justinbieber : so apparently ryan has your # but i dont?
DAN1ELLE : **-***-****
DAN1ELLE : you happy?
justinbieber : im going to face time you
justinbieber : gimme like 5 minutes
DAN1ELLE : okay, hold on i have to go tell the guy in bed next to me to hide while my ex calls me
