A Player Felt Love (A Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter 18: He's Changed

*1 Month Later*

(Femke’s P.O.V)

“So, you think I should breakup with James?” Mina asked through the phone as I stared out of the window at New York. The dark clouds covering the clear sky as a few rain drops fell, bombarding with my window and making those little cracky noises. I got to admit, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get Justin off my mind. That guy who played with my dignity still meant so much to me. It was a little hard to believe. I wonder if it really mattered to him that I left. I’m sure he must be in his bed with a random bimbo he found at a club. Couldn’t expect more from him. Douche bag.

“Femke!” Mina whined, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“Uh- yeah yeah! I’m here. Yeah, you should totally breakup!” I blurted out, trying to cover up the fact that I just heard one word in her conversation that was ‘breakup’ and came up with the first line that popped up in my mind. She didn’t correct me so maybe I got it right.

“Femke, whose thoughts are you lost in?” she sighed.

“No one. Just a bit stressed because of school” I replied, tucking my hair to the back of my ear.

“Why? Is someone bullying you?” she asked sounding more concerned. I swear, Mina’s the type of friend that if you give her one hint about you being a bit sad, she’ll give out any opinion just to get to know what’s wrong with you. She will even ask ‘Did unicorns kill your ginger bread man?’ Yeah, she asked me that.

“No, no! I’m just new here, so it’s hard to fit in” I lied.

“You’re invited to the coolest party in school. Shut up” I could almost feel her making a lame face at me. That made me chuckle a bit, but the smile from my face immediately faded as the memory of the ‘coolest part in school’ back in Ontario crossed my mind. Horror reflected my face. I couldn’t let that happen again.

“Mina, what if the same case that happened at Chaz’s house happened here?” I asked in tension. What if it happened again?

“Oh, so that’s the problem!” Mina spoke, sounding relieved. “Femke, that scene happened like a month ago! I don’t think there’s anything to worry about now! Justin’s a mess here! Just go to that party and make new amazing friends! Don’t say yes to a guy when he says he wants to ‘show you something’ ad that is a ‘surprise’!” she warned me. But my mind got stuck when she said Justin’s a mess.

“Wait, wait! Justin’s a mess? Why?” I asked, my attention completely diverted towards the conversation. This was interesting.

“Uhh,” she sighed, and continued “ well ever since you’ve left, Justin has stopped visiting his friends and barely ever comes to school! And when he does, he’s all gloomy and slow and just- just not the Justin Bieber we knew! Not the cool, player, famous, swaggy boy of the school anymore! It’s a complete messed up, sad, broken, dull Justin. A complete different Justin. And no one likes him, Femke. No one does. Everyone wants the old Justin back who didn’t give a shit if he hurt anyone. He says ‘sorry’ to every person he accidently bumps into, he help them pick their stuff up from the ground. Last week, rumors on the streets were that he even saved a girl who tried to self-harm. He told her that ‘You never know, there may be so many people out there who secretly look up to you. Who admire you. Who care about you. Who love you.’ and stuff like that.” the moment she said this, the memory of me stopping Justin that day when he planned to self-harm, flashed up in my mind. I said the exact same thing to him. He remembered?

“Seriously? He said that?” I asked in awe. Was this all real?

“Yeah, he did! He’s nothing compared to the old Justin. He’s really changed.” Mina replied.

“Oh..” was all I could say. What else did you expect? The boy, who didn’t care about my feelings when he played with me, was now helping the people who accidently dropped their stuff on the ground? That was a huge change.

“Anyways! Getting on to the point, should I breakup with James? I really need to know this!” Mina changed the topic. But my mind stayed clicked on whatever she just told me, so I told her I was going to talk to her later and said our goodbye’s and shut the phone. She was really understanding though.

But I was really confused now. What created such a big impact on him? Was it me? What the hell happened when I was gone?

Finally updated! All for you, Femke ;) & my readers! I swear, thank you SO much for reading! I never knew this story could get more votes than any other of mine :D ILYSM <3

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-himo :D