Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 3: So Close

Chapter Three; Scandal

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"I don't know of it's true, but it seems to be ruining his reputation! Was that your intention?"

"Yes," I sighed. "It was very much my intention, but I didn't know he'd really plummet to the bottom like that. It is what it is."

"You're heartless!" Someone spat harshly. My head snapped to the right to see Justin Bieber in all sweats, ugg slippers, and his hoodie over his head. Damn, he looked bad! "You know none of this is true, and you just want the attention. You're just jealous because I'm your age, and I'm successful."

"Jealous of this?" I asked. "Puh-lease!"

"Bitch," he attacked me, and wrapped his large hands around my neck. Soon enough my face was turning red, and I had a lack of oxygen. No one helped, they just watched. And soon enough... I was gone.

My body flew up, looking at my surroundings. My sweaty palms, and trembling hands is a sign that was a nightmare. That included a living nightmare. My surroundings were still the same as before I went to bed.

What did that dream mean? Yes, he could call me all his things in the world to my face, and I wouldn't give a damn, but strangling me in front of people? That's ironic, and I'm sure someone would've stopped it.

I threw my duvet off my body, and swung my legs to the side of the bed. I went into the kitchen, and got a glass of water. Water calms me down after a nightmare.

It's bothering me that I had that dream. Justin doesn't even-probably doesn't even know what I look like. He's Justin Bieber... A manipulative teenager who can get anything, so I'm sure he can get all facts about me just to hunt me down.

As much as I hate to admit it; I'm scared of that.

Scared of Justin Bieber finding me.

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"Honey, don't you have to go to Livy's house?" My mom knocked on my door. I was already woke, but I guess it is time to fully get up. Shaking my head, she walked away. Livy cancelled whatever surprise she had because Brian was there. Again.

Livy knew I had a bad dream because I called her last night. She said it happened because Justin was thinking about me. It's a 'fact' that whoever you dream about is thinking or dreaming about you.

Justin despises me just like I despise him.

"Breakfast is ready." Mom called out again. My nose sniffed in the scent of bacon, so I was swift to run down the steps. As soon as I got to the bottom, there my Mom stood with a dude probably older than her. "Aubrey, this is Mark."

"Hi, Mark." I flashed him a smile grin, that was obviously fake, and my mom saw it. She gave me a look that means 'be nice' but I already know who he is, and why he's here.

She's replacing Dad.

I understand she's lonely, and needs a man in her life, but I'm not ready for this. I'm not over Dad's death, and just imagining my mom kissing another guy other broke my heart. "Honey, Mark is my boyfriend. We've been seeing each other for three weeks now."

Just lost my appetite. I dropped my fork on the plate, and got up. I ran up to my room, and got some clothes. Warm clothes for the Fall day outside. Rummaging rough my closet, l got out a white sweater, brown scarf, blue jeans, and the scarf complimented by brown boots. My purse was in the hall on the table, so when I walked out, I grabbed it. "Sweetheart, please don't-"

"Let me go!" I snatched my arm away from her. "You could've at least see if I approved of him."

She sighed, and I walked out the door.

For some reason, I think paparazzi watch my house, because they started coming. Coming for different directions, but their were only four of them. Before I could reach my car, they all came in my face. Not in the mood for this right now!

"Did-"

I smacked her camera on the ground, and jumped on it. The other paparazzi backed away, and soon enough they were all out of my face. When I opened the door to my car, I was met with a humid breeze. I should leave my windows cracked.

As I was driving, there were cars beeping, girls running from many directions surrounding a black van. Wait.... That black van belongs to Bieber. Oh god.. Livy please don't be over there. Right when I was about to drive off, police stopped all cars in front of us. They were going to evacuate the girls first. My phone rang, and it was Livy.

"Hello?"

"Girl! I'm in front of Justin's van. Brian told me he was going to be here, and Brian met him before. He didn't tell about you, but I am!"

My silence was for her to continue on.

"I won't tell him where you live. Brian will tell him I'm your best friend, and them ill get his signature and stuff then we'll leave."

"You're the best!"

I watched as the van was getting more crowded. It was taking a long while for the cops to get the girls out so I decided to take it into my own hands. I'm now risking my chances of Justin finding me, but I need to get out of this neighborhood, or even Stratford at that matter.

That feeling of emptiness, and sadness had gotten me, so I want to get away from the natural environment that everything is happening in. Menacing away from Stratford.

People watched me as I got out my car. The police officer looked at me in shock. "Aren't you th-"

"The girl that saw Justin fucking, yes." I sassed, and walked over to the crowd of girls. They saw me, and started stampeding toward me. They then started running, so I ran. Ran to a far enough place where they would loose me, and I could get to my car.

The police officer was impressed by what I did, but then he pointed. Pointed to his crew boarding off the bus. It was now quiet, and I heard them talking. "Where'd the fans go?" Justin questioned.

"Some girl ran with them." someone answered.

"She's in that car. I saw her." someone different pointed to my car. I had my window down a little, but my windows were tinted also. They couldn't see my face, but they could see my hair.

Justin waved, and I stuck my middle finger at him. Everyone was shocked, and Bieber was trying his best to see who I was. The security guard started talking with him, and boom! The security guard told him who I was. "Bro! Scooter! That's Aubrey!"

"Dumbass." I muttered, driving past the cars in front of me, and knocking over the cones. Police didn't seem to care because it wasn't really a crime considering they were been supposed to let us past. "Fuck Stratford."

I just wanted my Dad back.

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There are many reasons in why her Dad is a big part in this story. It's not like -oh I went to visit his grave, and suddenly his burned corpse came out of the dirt-

No.

I'm not spilling in why he takes a big part in the story, but lets just say.. There's drama including problems with the Dad.