Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 2

"They're really making you go?" Alexa widened her eyes.

"Yes! It's bullshit! But I refuse to go inside. Meredith can have her little friends escort her into the stupid venue," I sighed. "What the heck am I supposed to do for two hours?"

"I don't know. Read a book? Play a game on your phone? Or to save yourself trouble and just watch the fricken concert!" She stopped typing on her computer and glared at me.

"No way! I'd rather sleep on the Titanic! What don't you get? I have not liked Justin Bieber, I do not like Justin Bieber and I will not like Justin Bieber. It has always been that way and it will stay that way," I huffed, crossing my arms.

"You are so stubborn! What's not to like? He has a perfect voice, perfect hair, perfect modelesque features and he's so nice to his fans!" Alexa exclaimed.

"He's full of himself! He's just in it for the money. He's the most popular teenager in the world, and you don't think shit's gone to his head? He has girls at his fingertips. The world's under his little game and I'm not falling for it. To him it's so easy to flaunt and flirt and everyone literally faints for his stupid antics. He can hypnotize any girl in this world, but you know what? It won't be me. I'd rather not be affiliated with the 'heartthrob.'" I finished off, satisfied with myself.

"Who are you to judge? He may be a big flirt, but there's so much more value in him and you would see it for yourself if you just gave him a chance!" she snapped her head away from me and back to the computer screen. "There's your twitter. Right now you're following me, Grace, Angela, Ivy, and Justin Bieber," she winked at me.

I merely rolled my eyes. "How am I supposed to be 'twitter-famous?'" I said with air quotations.

She shrugged. "I don't know. Tweet interesting things? Connecting with people who are already established and getting a shoutout is my best guess. Maybe Justin can shout you out if you meet him at the concert," she smiled devilishly.

I playfully slapped her on her arm and she bursted into laughter.

I took the laptop from her and observed the screen. It was Bieber's twitter page. 'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'That's a lot of followers.' I quickly shook my head, as if this would clear my thoughts. I almost considered going inside the Barclays Center to watch his concert. Regardless, I have a bazillion to one chances of meeting him anyway. And if I did, what was I supposed to say? 'Hey Justin, I hate your guts and you disgust me, but you're famous on twitter and I was wondering if you could give me a shoutout.' I mentally slapped myself.

"You need a profile picture," Alexa snapped me back to reality.

"A what?" I asked her in confusion.

"A profile picture. You know, so people can recognize who you are or know what you look like? And you also need a background."

"Oh," I said.

"You look gorgeous right now, so I'll take your picture and then upload it."

"Okay," I said, straightening my posture.

"Smile!" I posed before Alexa snapped the picture.

"Wow, you look hot," Alexa complimented me.

"Thanks girl."

"The pleasure's all mine. I'm just going to use roses as your background for now. You can always change it later."

"Thanks for the help, Lexi. Really, I appreciate it," I smiled at her before giving her a hug.

"Stop thanking me. It's what friends are for," she broke from the hug, smiling back at me.

"Well I gotta go. Dinner should be ready soon. See you at school tomorrow," I waved her goodbye, making my way toward her door.