I'll Show You

Chapter two

Oh my fucking gosh, I cannot believe I am actually doing this. Justin has arrived and I just know I'm going to meet him today. I can feel it. I just hope fake fans don't get in the way and ruin my chances of talking to him.

I'm so tired, but... I honestly don't care. At the moment I am walking down town searching for the guy. How can I miss him with his blonde bald head?

As I walk along the side walk with the rest of the girls that were obviously here for the same reason, I decide I would break off from the group and go my own way. Justin wouldn't dare walk through a crowd of girls... He's not that brave.

I look down at my phone and check my Twitter to see if anyone seen him down town, but there really wasn't anything useful. As I walk, I feel a shoulder bump into my arm and I immediately look up from what I'm doing.

My green eyes looked into a pool of brown and I stand there in awe.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to ru--" I realize the eyes I was looking into weren't just any other... They were the eyes of Justin Bieber.

His eyes didn't smile like I thought they would.

"Um, hi I know you're probably busy but.." Justin interrupted me before I could finish my sentence.

"If you're going to ask me for a picture then the answer is no." Justin said with no emotion on his face. He was so cold and my heart soon enough felt the same.

As Justin walked away without even looking back, I stand there admiring his backside still in shock. I felt stupid and let down, not only because I got rejected by the person I looked up to, but because I actually thought I would get a chance, but damn, he didn't even give me one.

I know in my heart he cares and he is going through so much, but he doesn't realize he is hurting the ones who care about him the most other than those who don't.

I walk back home and sit down on my couch with my hands over my face.

"I literally took off work to meet him and that is the shit I get? " I scream to myself in frustration. I could feel the heat rushing to my temples.

All I could do was replay Justin's words and emotionless face in the back of my mind and each time it made me feel worse for even attempting to talk to him.

No. Fuck this. Since I took my day off at work, it shouldn't go to waste. I won't let one thing get me down. That's not who I am.

I decide to freshen up my make up and go out to a bar. Doesn't matter which one. I just wanted to get out of the house and take my mind off of things and enjoy a nice beer and basketball game on the big screen.

I park my car in the parking lot of the bar and make my way inside. Of course they ID me because I look like a fucking twelve year old. I'm 5'3 I don't blame them.

The bar was playing loud music as always and you know they always have that one couple that make out in front of everyone who are literally making a fool of themselves. One guy was puking on the side of the trash can...(people these days) and a group of men who cannot keep their meat in their pants for shit... Stare at me as I make my way towards the bar.

I pay them no mind. I sit down with my legs crossed comfortably and get my ID out before ordering my drink.

I slide my ID to the bartender and give him a smile. He gave me a slight one back as he analyzed it.

"What would you like ma'am?" He asked raising a brow.

"A cold beer would be nice." I responded trying to not to sound awkward as fuck.