Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 16: Awkward

Chapter Sixteen; Scandal

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It's been a week since I've been stuck with the idiot sensation. Scooter took my phone and told my mom I was at camp, he told Livy the same thing. They both were occupied as of this point so they didn't need me. Let's just hope they don't find out I'm at his house.

Believe it or not, I love the luxury of his house. That's why I haven't told anyone they kidnapped me, or Scooter won't let me leave. Right now, Bieber and I had just went our separate ways after a pointless argument.

I had started the argument by making a joke about the blonde, then it just escalated. Now that 'feeling bad' feeling is gone, and it has been lovely without it. Bieber stumbled back down the steps, and opened the door. "Oh, Selena. When-"

"Where's Aubrey? I know she's here!" Selena had pushed Bieber, and he stumbled back and hit the wall. Selena came in, and grabbed onto the collar of my jacket. She leaned in closer until our noses touched, and stared right into my eyes with a devious look. "Listen you little brat! I might be broken up with him, but that doesn't give you the right to fuck him."

"Stupid, if I fucked him, don't you think I would've bragged about it." I kicked her off me, and fixed my shirt. Bieber stood at the door frame, obviously amused at this. Selena stood there, her arms crossed over her chest, and her foot tapping on the ground. "I like attention. If I fucked him, the whole world would've known. And uh,..his best friend sent that lie out, so why don't you take it out on him."

Selena adjusted her eyes on Bieber. "Is she lying or telling the truth. You said she's an habitual liar, so I don't know whether to believe her."

Bieber wanted to say we fucked but he thought it through. The way he looked at me said it all. "She's telling the truth. Mason did tell everyone that lie."

Selena didn't say anything afterwards, but she just walked out. After fixing my shirt, again, I looked up at Bieber who was sighing and shaking his head. He walked away, but then came back in. "Why didn't you leave yet? Don't you have parents that care about you?" He snarled.

"To my mom, she thinks I'm at camp. Scooter had texted her."

"What about your Dad? Lemme guess? You did something horrid to him?" That's when my heart shattered. I could never hate my Dad. He did everything and anything for me. He was everything to me.

"My Dad's dead." The tears started falling, so I shoved past him, and out the door. I didn't know my way around this neighborhood, so I walked to the left that seemed to just be more trees.

"Aubrey, wait! Please?" Bieber called out. I kept walking at the pace I was walking at, and I guess he had ran because he caught up to me quickly. He only had socks on his feet, a tank top, and basketball shorts, so he has to be seriously cold. "I'm sorry. I didn't know..if I knew I wouldn't have said it."

"I-I know you didn't know." I whispered. "I forgive you."

Bieber had opened his arms, and embraced me in a warm hug. It felt good to have a male hug me, and I find it ironic how Bieber's felt just like my Dad's. Suddenly, I pushed off Bieber, and he cleared his throat awkwardly. We both started walking back toward his house, and when we got inside, he turned towards me. "I'm seriously sorry."

"I said it's okay. Just please don't ask about him or bring him up?"

He nodded, and walked to turn up the heat. I sat on the chair near the corner, and curled into a ball. The tears wouldn't stop because every time I thought of my Dad, I just wanted him to reappear in the room, and hug me. Hug me with his warmth, and his comfort.

"Aubrey. Sco-What's wrong? Why-"

Before he could finish, I walked up to him, and hugged him. No questions asked, he hugged back. I just needed a hug, by someone that seemed to care. I know deep down he doesn't care, but he is pretending to care. My mom would tell me to stop crying, and get over it. Livy would just rub my back after a little hug. Bieber led us to the couch, and when we sat down, I was almost on his lap. "Shh, stop crying?"

But I didn't. I continued crying, until someone rung the doorbell. Bieber stayed right where he was comforting me. "G-Go open the door." I stuttered, sucking up the tears.

"Do you want me to? I don't have to if you don't want me to."

"Go ahead," I said. He got up, and opened the door. It was Za, so I pretended to sleep. I heard their footsteps come in here, so I tucked my face more into the corner of the couch, and tried not to sniffle. Someone sat near feet, and someone sat in front of the back of my head.

"Why is she still here?" Za asked.

"Scooter won't let her leave."

"It's your house. Kick her out."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

The conversation ended there, and they ended up playing COD. Stirring in my spot, I turned my head to the tv, and all I saw was a full head of Bieber hair. Scooting up a little so I could see the screen, there were more knocks on the door. They both stayed there. Bieber asked me to answer it since it was obvious I wasn't 'sleeping'.

I got up, and looked through the peep hole. No one was there, but when I opened it, there stood Livy. She looked pissed, so I slammed the door, and locked it. She started pounding on the door, and I sauntered into the living room. "Who was it?"

"Livy, she's just a little pissed Scooter lied, and that I'm here instead of at camp." I said. "I think I should go home anyways. I'm still not telling the truth about the scandal though."

Bieber shook his head, and then I opened the door to Livy. "Let's go, before paparazzi see us." Livy pulled my arm, running to her car. Once we got in there, she glared at me.

Oh shit.

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Check out the trailer for this story in the prologue! It's my first time making one, so don't give me shit for making a bad trailer. Also, listen to some of my favorite songs.

1. Honeymoon Avenue by Ariana Grande
2. Piano by Ariana Grande
3. Baby I by Ariana Grande
4. Lovin' It by Ariana Grande
5. Roar by Katy Perry.

Lol.