Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 6: Football

Chapter Six; Scandal

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Right now I was laying in bed looking at Bieber's tweet. I'm cruel. I'm just cruel.

Yeah, I'm know I'm cruel. No need to say it twice if I already know it. Every time I tweeted, he'd tweet a smart remark meant toward me, but no one knew. But me. Bieber wants to have 'twitter beef' I guess? We could argue all day over nothing, but I chose to leave that to media.

@aubreyowenss:

@justinbieber don't think I didn't see that blonde on your tour bus. Because I did. I'm not an idiot.. and neither is Selena. ;)

He's definitely going down. Selena will do shit to him to bring him down. Even though I don't like Selena, I still respect her.

@justinbieber:

@aubreyowenss when did you see my van?

@aubreyowenss:

@justinbieber when I tricked your idiotic fans so I could leave ;P I can see right through you. You're not good at hiding her.

Bieber didn't tweet back, and I guess it's because I insulted his fans. Well, he didn't insult me yet. That's what I want. I want him to insult me, so I can insult him, and then I can finally argue with him. I've been dreaming of arguing with him, and then making him infamous. I'm on the road there.

After making fun of him in my head, I went to sleep, and hopefully slept 'till 12.

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"Bri! Don't you have a football game to go to?" Mom called me by my nickname. It's been forever since she's let loose and called me my nickname. I guess Mark is a good guy.

"Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me." I grinned. My clothes were already on, and all I had to do was find my keys. I didn't know if what I had on was appropriate for a football game. I had on sweat pants, a white shirt, with a red and white varsity jacket. It's luck that it had an M on it. A scarf, adidas for shoes, and my backpack.

I think it's appropriate since it's cold outside, and I'm just watching a game. Instead of looking at myself in the mirror, I looked for my car keys, and then walked outside. My Mom said bye and Mark did too. While I got in the car, the outside air started blowing my brown hair everywhere.

Putting a presentable messy bun in, I then started the car, and drove off. The field is the field next to my old school. Everyone hated me because I hated Bieber. Even most boys. But there was Brady, a guy who liked me, but liked Bieber. He couldn't choose between us. (He is bisexual though), but he was still cute.

Mason was pacing back and forth outside the field, and I decided to do a sneak attack. I parked my car on the far side of the street, and creeped up behind him. He stopped moving, and started tapping his foot. "Boo!"

He screamed like a little woos, which made me go into hysterics. While I was laughing he dragged me by my arms into the bleachers, watching me laugh. "Oh you should've seen your face. God, that was priceless!"

"Shut up, that wasn't very nice!" Mason nudged my arm. "I'm going. I'm about to get called up, but I'm number 69."

My hysterics started again at his number, and he started laughing with. "Coach wouldn't let me change my number. It's not very funny." He whined.

"Sorry." I smirked. He walked away, and then up to his coach. He put on his football gear, then my stomach grumbled. I never got to eat, gosh. The guy next to me was chewing on a pretzel, so he might have a clue where the concession stand is.

"Excuse me?" I tapped his shoulder. He looked at me, and smiled. "Where is the concession stand?"

"Over there," he pointed on the far left of the field. Getting up, I excused myself from everyone that my legs ran into. People from school gave me glares, some smiled, and Brady hugged me.

"You're not going to be seen. Stop bugging." Someone whispered. My head turned to two guys, and a big buff guy. They caught me staring, then the one in the middle took his glasses off. He pointed to me, and started talking to the guy next to him. "Does she know who you are?"

The guy took his glasses fully off, exposing his eyes. It was Bieber.

Bieber got up, and slid out the row. He started down the bleachers, so I did too. Fuck! "Hey Owens! Watch it!" Someone screeched. Oh well. My feet had kicked many people's drinks, arms, and food. Oops.

When my feet made contact with the grass, I ran down. The bleachers were inside of the field because it's a school field, so I tried not to run into the game. As I was running, Mason was running for a touchdown. He noticed me running, then when he was about to talk, he got tackled. Oo... That had to hurt!

"Owens!" Bieber called. Hey, we both call each other by last names. "Stop running, and it'll all be over."

When I passed the concession stand, I hid behind it, losing Justin. He walked right past me, and when I had moved, he turned around. I was stuck because the security guard was to my left, and Alfredo was to my right. "Why'd you do it? Why'd you lie on me?" Bieber asked.

"I-I-"

"Someone sounds scared." Alfredo smirked. Justin inched closer, and when he was getting closer to me me, we stared in each others eyes. Hatred filled his, and I don't know what mine showed.

"Aubrey! What the hell-Bieber?" Mason came back, lifting his helmet off his head. The guard grabbed Mason, and Mason started stirring in his grip. "Let me go? I gotta go play! I just wanted to see why you were running."

"Do you live under a rock? She sent a scandal out about me." Justin said, grabbed my waist, and holding me close so I didn't move. His grip was tight, probably making a bruise there.

"You're that girl? Wow, that's low." Mason said disappointed. Security let him go, and he started walking away. "Very low."

"Even your little boyfriend agrees." Justin chuckled. "Now, what are you going to do?"

I'm tired of being a little bitch, and being scared. I'm a good actor if you didn't know, so I grabbed his neck. Brought his head closer, and pretended to whisper. He was believing it, so right then, I kneed him in the private, and ran. Security and Alfredo split up, and I was running.

While I was running, I saw Mason shake his head at me, and kept playing. Wow, the closest 'date' I had in months, and it got ruined.

It's on now, Bieber.

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Told you. I wasn't going to let you down! Sorry of there's any typos, because I'm on my iPad right now. (They let you use italics and bold letters now!) So, yeah... Comment, vote, share.. And enjoy! :D