Lifesaver ~ Justin Bieber [TO NOT BE CONTINUED]

Lily Jacobs.

A/N: Hey! Me again, here's part 2! (The girl on the side is Lily. It's Demi, wooh! :) )

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 I sat on the ground, still crying. I felt so empty. 

I mean... nobody loves me.

Except for my family.

I sighed and sat up straight a bit more. I looked at the ground.

A moment later, I felt someone else's presence. I didn't bother looking who it was, I had a feeling who it was. The person sat down next to me.

But nobody spoke. The person didn't say anything, but he, or she, pulled me into a hug.

I just cried again. Why does this person care? Nobody does... yet... he or she does?

"It's okay." He finally spoke. Yep, it was a HE. It was the boy again. I sighed.

"I told you to leave me alone. Why do you care?" He let me go a little and I looked up at him.

I didn't noticed until then that he was quite good looking. He had a caring, nice looking face. He seemed... nice.

"I just can't. I want to help you." 

"But you don't know me." I said confused, yet a little hint of amusement in my voice.

He laughed a little and wiped some hair out of my face that was sticking to my cheeks from my tears.

"I actually do. More than you think." I looked up at him confused.

"But... I don't even know who you are. How can you know me?" 

"Where should I start... You're Lily Jacobs, a really beautiful, sweet girl who is in my English, Physics and Math class, likes to read, write or draw and going to the park. Really smart, yet no one really knows her. Then there's me, I'm Justin Bieber. I'm your classmate, I like basketball and hockey, hanging with friends, playing guitar and just being me." 

I looked at him. I mean, sure, I should've seen him before. But I thought, just like everyone else, that he didn't noticed me. I guess I was wrong, someone did actually know who I was... and he didn't seem so bad.

"How do you know that about me?" I asked.

"We live 1 block away from each other, so we go to the same park. You'll sit there on a bench, reading, writing or drawing and I'll sit in the grass, playing guitar." 

I sighed and sat up straight again.

"I really want to help you. You shouldn't be doing this. And if you try again, I'm going to stop you again. No matter what." I looked up at him and I could see he was being honest.

"So... what do you say? Can I be your friend?" 

"You seriously want to be my friend?" He held out him pinky and looked into my eyes.

"Pinky promise. Now come on. Let's go somewhere."