Scandal - Justin Bieber

Chapter 38: Paparazzi

Chapter Thirty-Eight; Scandal

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"That performance gave us no information on what went down between you guys. Mind telling us?"

"Aubrey, are you playing Justin?"

"Since when did you guys like each other?"

"Where's Selena?"

My hands clenched into a fist, and my jaw tightened. "I said ignore them." Justin grumbled, grabbing my hand, as we walked to his car. Paparazzi are even bird watching Justin's house.

When we got in the car, I sighed. I know before I liked to answer questions, but now they're getting annoying. Ever since I broke that girls camera, paparazzi have been pissing me off. Not like in the annoying way, in the 'I want to kill you' way.

"Aubrey, look at me." Justin demanded. "Paparazzi are heartless bastards. Don't answer anything they say, just keep walking, and block out everything they're saying."

"It's hard to right when cameras are in your face, and they're yelling in your ear." My eyes looking directly into his. He smiled, leaned in, and was about to kiss me when there was banging on the car.

"Goddammit," Justin groaned, putting his head in his hands. He started the car up, and that scared away some paparazzi. They started knocking in the glass, so Justin decided to put the car in drive, and slowly drive. "Could you please call Moshe or some kind of security?"

I did as asked, and Moshe answered on the first ring. "Moshe, paparazzi mobbed the car an-"

"I'm on my way."

Moshe hung up quickly, so I hung up Justin's phone and put it in his pocket. Moshe got here quickly, and started clearing out the paparazzi. He threatened one, and as soon as the coast was clear, Justin pulled off. Moshe was right behind us. "It's 7 in the morning. This isn't normal for you to wake is early, so where are we going?"

"Breakfast. Either McDonalds or that diner by Starbucks?" He asked, and rolling his eyes instantly knowing my answers.

"What? I've been running and walking all month, and haven't eaten any junk food. I need it!" I patted my flat belly, that growled lowly, that I was grateful Justin didn't hear. He looked at me, and parked outside of McDonalds. "Are you sure you want to go in? I'll get your food for you."

Justin told me what he wanted, and I got out to go get our things. When I did I was first in line, but then there stood teenage girls. Since they were teenagers they had that voice that annoyed me, like they dragged their words. I'm a teenager, turning into an adult.

"Aubrey Owens?" One girl noticed me. After ordering my food, I turned around to two blondes and a red head. They all scowled at me, and one squealed in hatred. "Why are you here? Why aren't you at Justin's house giving him a BJ?"

"A girls gotta eat, right?" I asked sarcastically ignoring her stupid snide comment. "Why are you here? You're fucking scrawny as ever, what's making you eat this grease?"

"I'm not scrawny." she whined, looking down at her body.

"Yes, you are. You need a little bit more meat on your bones." I said, and the lady behind me gave me two bags. Winking at them, I walked out. When I got out the door and onto the sidewalk, Justin rolled down his window a pointed behind me.

"Aubrey! Watch out!" Turning around, there was that scrawny girl throwing a full drink at me. I ducked it, as it flew across the parking lot. Girl's got an arm, why isn't she playing baseball or something!?

"You're such a bitch!" she groaned, with a high pitch squeal at the end.

"So is your mom." I walked over to the passenger side of Justin's car, and got in. He looked at me, and I looked at him. "What?"

"You seriously had an argument in McDonalds? Who does that?" He asked, looking at me. Shrugging, I handed him his bag. "Amuse me and tell me what happened?"

"When she first saw me she asked why I wasn't at your house giving you a BJ, so I said a girls gotta eat. Then I asked why she was here because she was scrawny and most blonde, skinny girls hate grease, then she got mad and did all this extra shit." I shrugged it off, biting into my food. Justin's pissed off face, appeared when I mentioned 'giving you a BJ'. Why was he so mad?

"Why are girls so inappropriate and rude?" He asked. "Other than you, why?"

"Justin, they love you. They love you like they know you personally, and you having a girlfriend is fucking with their emotions. They feel like you're their Justin, and you shouldn't have a girlfriend. They're jealous, and want you to be single." I explained, grabbing his hands. "Now the inappropriate stuff, is to fulfill their needs of seeing 'Dirty Bieber'."

He ignored the dirty part, and looked at me. "But I don't have to be single of I don't want to."

"I'm not making you choose between me and Beliebers." Was all I said to make him drive off. We were quiet the whole drive, and we ate in silence. Justin didn't do anything to swerve off the rode of anything as he was eating.

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Justin and I were watching a movie about this girl losing her Dad in the most heartbreaking way possible. She watched him die like I watched mine die, but hers died of cancer. I guess mine was worse, but she was like 9 years old.

I guess my crying alarmed Justin that I wasn't very comfortable watching this movie. The crying wasn't heavy like it usually was, it was sobbing, and I got tear stains on his shirt that he probably felt. "Shh, don't cry. Don't cry." he pulled me on his lap, holding my head into the crook of his neck.

"I won't. At least I'll try not to." I whispered, holding onto his short near his torso. He was quiet for the most part, until he started talking again.

"Could you tell me what happened? Like about how he died?" He asked. "But you don't have to, it's your choice."

"Do you really want to know?" I asked, putting my head on his chest. I felt him nod, so I started explaining. Everything from when we planned to go to camp, the car drive, what we were talking about, and how he didn't see the truck. It was the dude in the trucks fault. He was focused on a girl he was on the phone with, and went past a stoplight hitting our car. Meanwhile, the trunk was a gasoline truck. It splashed on our car, and the fire spread to my Dad. That's what happened, and Justin listened fully. "He threw me out of the sunroof, and I sat there watching him burn to death."

The way Justin was holding me, and caressing my skin made me calm enough to explain without crying. He kissed my head, and nuzzled into me more. "Is that way you're always cautious when driving?" He asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Especially when driving to camp."

"Hey, speaking of camp." He changed the subject which I was grateful for. "When are we going?"

"Let's go tomorrow? We can plan today, leave tomorrow, and come back in like two, three days. The guys and girls are still coming right?"

"Yes."

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Sorry, I was supposed to update yesterday, but my cousin came over that I haven't seen in years. She's a little snoopy and curious on my iPad, so I had to hide my iPad too.