Runaway Love {A Justin Bieber Love Story}

Chapter 8

"Yes, beautiful?" He gave me his famous smirk.

"What the.. how did you even.. shouldn't you be in Canada? You left New York two months ago!" I was completely baffled.

"I know, but I came back, because Kim told me you'd be here."

"Remind me to kill her later," I mumbled. She is a dead woman next time I see her.

He chuckled. He then smiled at me warmly, and I couldn't help but feel an emanating warmth inside me. With his smile alone, I felt like I was basking in the gentle caress of the sunshine. What is wrong with me?

"Wow. I finally found you. This is kind of amazing. You've been on my mind like everyday, and I finally found you," He sounded like he could skip into the sunset, which he technically can.

I felt my face heat up before I crossed my arms and stared up at him. What is it about him that makes him so compelling? Does he have his own gravitational field surrounding him?

I snapped out of thoughts as I watched him bend down and pick up the paintbrush that I dropped. He then put it in my tin can and returned his gaze to me.

"Can I have your name?" He asked politely.

I looked down at the ground. "Katie."

'Pull yourself together, Katie," I scolded myself internally by letting myself get so affected by one man. Even though my body is a traitor, I still have my brain to keep me in check.

"Justin," He held out his hand for me, but I merely stared at it, refusing to touch him again. He pulled his hand back awkwardly. "So, um, anyway, I've been meaning to tell you how thankful I am to you-"

"Save it," I cut him off. I returned to my brushes and started to put everything back in its kits. I needed to get out of there as quickly as I could while I still had a hold on myself.

"Let me help you," He bent down and reached for an oil pastel box.

I got it before he did. "I'm fine, thanks," I said, a bit annoyed. He stood up and watched me as I finished. "Look, I gotta go.."

"Why? And didn't you go to my concert in September? I thought you'd be a little more fangirly.."

"Well, I'm not," I snapped. "I was only there to drop off my little sister," I started to walk away, but he followed me.

"Don't you want your car back?"

I stopped in my tracks. Then continued walking.

"Why was its ownership traced back to Montauk?"

"My grandparents," I continued walking, not looking back.

"At least let me give you a ride home," he was beginning to plead.

"I can walk. I'm not a cripple," I muttered.

"Jeez, sorry. I'm just trying to help."

"Well I don't need it!" I finally turned to face him. "Look, it's nice that you came here and all, but you didn't need to. A simple card would have sufficed."

"But it wouldn't be this special," He looked at me with concern. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Don't worry about it," I turned away from him. "You said your thank you. You can leave me alone now," I hurried up the hill and and jogged back to my house, hoping he wasn't following me.

I quickly unlocked the front door and hurried into my room.

I sat on my bed, deep in thought. Then I realized I left my painting at the beach.