Selena Gomez is a normal high schooler with the best of friends. Her life completely changes once she meets Justin Bieber in detention. He has secrets, and she is curious. What happens when she finds out what he's hiding? Can their relationship hand...
"How have you been? Look at you! You're all buff and stuff." Selena said and laughed.
My mouth opened in shock, "Selena what the hëll?" I said angrily.
I had enough.
Both of them looked at me startled and then started laughing.
I clenched my jaw. What was so funny?
"Justin I'm sorry. He's my childhood best friend." Selena said, trying to hold in her laughter.
"So?" I asked, laughing sarcastically.
"I'm gay." Shane said.
Justin
I was furious. First, they made me look like an idiot. They should've mentioned he was gay earlier, before I got all jealous.
Second, Selena wasn't paying any attention to me. We were all watching a movie that they both apparently loved. I think it was called Mean Girls or some crap like that.
It wasn't even funny.
Selena was talking to him, and laughing loudly with him when a girl from the movie kicked a radio on a guys face. I didn't laugh.
I was to busy glaring at them.
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She never liked talking to me during a movie because it "distracted" her. I wasn't mad at Shane, I was mad at her. Shane didn't do anything wrong. He wasn't hitting on her or anything.
I was just mad she was paying more attention to him, than to her own boyfriend.
I checked the time and rolled my eyes. I might as well leave. I didn't want to watch them bond, and ignore me any longer. I stood up, "Goodnight." was all I said before walking out of the house, making sure to slam the door loudly.
Call me immature. I really didn't care to be honest. I get it, her child hood best friend traveled to see her. But that didn't mean they had to treat me like I wasn't in the room.
I got in my car and drove off. Was she getting even with me for hanging out with Veronica? I groaned and stepped on the pedal going 85 miles per hour, in a 40 mph zone.
Why couldn't we just spend time together without anyone interrupting us? I wanted her all to myself. She was mine. Only mine.
