Plan Revenge - Justin Bieber

Chapter 2

Just an ordinary day, but regardless of how normal it was, something was bound to go wrong. It was after twelve in the morning, probably around two, and Julie was getting ready. It was very confusing considering her fake name was Audrey.

Audrey Rowen to be precise. Her fake name is just to screw with Justin's mind, and so is her story. Her fake story is her mom died, her dad is a womanizer, she owns a house a little out of Stratford, and some other stuff nearly related to my story. Near ten at night, she'll be outside of the stadium, fake crying. Justin will notice her, and he'll take her on her tour bus.

Plan will be improving from there, and we're hiring this nerd to wire her up. He was supposed to be here two hours ago, but I guess he bailed on me. There was a knock at the door, which meant I was wrong. Looking through my window, Julie and Connor were standing outside of the door.

Once I opened it, they both walked in, and Connor put his hand out. "I'm very low on money right now, because I refuse to do chores."

"You still do chores? Wow." I handed him is fifty, and he walked into the living room with his backpack. He poured out a bunch of wires and boxes, and grabbed my laptop with my name scribbled over it in graffiti. Justin drew it.

Enough of him, you're tying to ruin him, remember?

Yeah, well it's kind of hard when I still have feelings for him. I know in trying to ruin him, but something's telling me not to.

Connor told Julie to take this under her shirt, and pull the top of the cord from the top of her shirt. When she did, he grabbed it, and plugged a little microphone into it. "Where do I put it? If I clip it on me, it'll be easier for him to find out I'm wired."

"In your bra somewhere or clip it inside of your inside shirt." he shrugged really not caring where she put it. "Now, Aubrey, you come here."

I sat uncomfortably close to him to annoy him since he's being a real dick right now. He shifted in his spot a little, and clicked something on my laptop. "Whenever you want to hear what they're saying, click this button. Go into the kitchen, and see if it works."

Taking my laptop, I walked into the kitchen. Julie talked into microphone, and I heard it from my laptop. "It's working." I smiled in accomplishment that this is seriously working.

"Julie, if you don't Aubrey stalking on your personal life, click this to disconnect it." He smirked, pointed to a little button that was connected to her pants. Rolling my eyes at him, I kicked him out quickly, and like seriously kicked him. Julie started saying stupid stuff listening to herself on my laptop, then walked toward me.

"I need something cleavage, but not whorish." she said walking up the steps, and I followed her into my room. She started rummaging through my closet, and stopped when she picked up something. "Justin has a whole outfit here? Seriously what'd you guys get in to?"

"We had sex once, but it was at his house?" It came out more as a question than a sentence, and her jaw dropped staring at me wide-eyed. "He used protection, so no need for a pregnancy test."

"I'm not surprised by that," she said. "You kept this from everyone and you can use this against him! Text him and tell him you're pregnant, and say the condom broke! This is good, very good!"

"I'm not turning into Mariah Yeater, no."

"But you really did have sex with him, so..."

"Point taken,"

We both started looking through my closet, until I found the perfect outfit. It was my very short pajama shorts, a cleavage tank top, silk pink robe that matched with the pajams, and slippers. She put socks to make it seem like she was sleeping at the time it happened. "Now, make me look tired." she said as she finished getting dressed.

She sat at my vanity, and I stood in front of her. I spun her toward me, and started adding black eyeshadow under her eyes, to make it look like bags under her eyes. I also put her hair in a messy bun, then messed it up more with a blow dryer. Then being a klutz, I tripped over the cord, and the blow dryer swung down and made a bruise on her leg. It didn't hurt to her, but it was a big bruise nonetheless.

"Great, this is perfect!" She exclaimed. It was nearing four, since it took a long time to get this ready. Six more hours, and we both just have to chill in my house. Julie grabbed my non-prescription glasses, and followed me down the steps. When we got into the living room, we decided to turn into boys and play Call Of Duty. It wasn't a surprise that I had won the first three rounds, but the forth one got interrupted because she wanted to pretend the bruise started stinging just so she could get more kills.

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Rounds of COD didn't make a difference in time. It was near six, and we still four hours to go. His concert starts at seven, and ends at ten. I was planning on dropping her off at nine-fifty, so then everyone would be gone, and Justin would just be coming out. "Let's go on the porch. It's not cold as you expect it to be. Spring is nearly coming, it's like Winter didn't even come."

That was Julie's way of persuading me of coming on to the porch. "but let's get some snacks first, because I didn't eat all day!" she exclaimed, and walked toward the kitchen.

When I walked in, she had already pulled out graham crackers, Nutella, Gatorade, and a plate to put everything on. She walked out behind me, and sat on the chair swing next to me, and we both started drinking out juice. She was right, it's like winter didn't even come because it was surprisingly warm out.

"Don't eat so much, you gotta pretend your dad doesn't feed you because he's too busy with the ladies he's with."

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Not my best writing, but all these inspirational comments and votes I'm getting are motivating me to write! xx