Supermodel (Justin Bieber).

One.

I walk through the aisle, trying not to look as young as I am. I stare at the wine passing by me, glaring at me to buy one. I bite my lip, and continue to walk. I feel a body behind me, as if it was following me. I turn around and see a guy, with dark hair, looking at the alcohol around me. I grin as I notice his glare at me. I continue to walk, forgetting the purpose of me being in this gas station.

I quickly walk out the doors, returning home. I watch my feet walk side by side, sending me into a rhythm. I lift my head up and look around me, noticing the beautiful sunset into the west. I smile, flipping my hair in the wind, letting me have an actual moment of happiness for once.

I feel the feeling of someone behind me again, and take a look behind me. The guy who was looking at the alcohol is now behind me again. I feel myself get scared, knowing what can happen to a girl alone out of public. I pace my feet faster, wanting to run away.

I feel the guy speed up with me, causing me to breathe heavy. I start to run. I look around and see the guy run as well, but then stop. I pace myself and continue to run home. 

I stop as I see the guy far away in the distance. Continuing myself, I hear a distant shout. I turn around and see the guy shouting at me. I purse my lips, squint my eyes, and try to make out the words that the guy is yelling. 

"Wait!" I hear the guy yell. "I just want to talk!".

I stop my journey home and wait for the guy to catch up to me. I place my hand down in my left jean pocket, holding my pocket knife. The guy is sweaty, and has red eyes. 

"You're a very beautiful girl", The guy says with a smirk.

I feel my stomach start to turn and my hands start to sweat, I clear my throat, "Thanks". 

The guys smiles, "Even your voice is beautiful". He raises his eyebrows. "You should be a model". 

I give a fake laugh, "Yeah", I say awkwardly. I want to go home. I should have kept walking. This guy creeps me out. 

He reaches in his pocket. I feel my body start to tense, I back up, gripping my pocket knife. He laughs, and reaches out a card. I tense my throat, and let his hand hang there with the card in his hand. 

He signals his eyes to the card, "Maybe you should read before you judge me".

I squint my eyes, and take the card. I read the words, and realize what this man really is. 

"Scooter -".

"Braun", he says, "Scooter Braun". 

I hand him the card back, "I'm not interested, thanks though".

The guy named Scooter shouts, "Wait!". He clears his throat. 

"I can't sing", I say, walking away. Scooter grabs my arm, "I want to set you up with some connections for modeling". I laugh inside my head. Modeling? What the hell is this?

"I'm not interested, thank you. Have a good night", I say. I continue to walk away, trying to fight my want to go back and talk to him.

"Just give it a chance!", I hear Scooter yell behind me. I feel my feet stop, like I can't control them.

 I do need the money.  I turn around, and yell back, "Okay!".