Mr. President | jb

three.

"Wow, you're funnier than I thought you were. My first impression of you was this old guy who is living in a young man's body,"

"I get that a lot," Mr. Bieber says, "but I'm young, I swear," he chuckles, cutting his bacon cheeseburger in half. "Tell me more about you, Lana, if you may,"

"Well...," I wasn't sure what to tell him. I'm a simple farm girl from North Carolina who used to compete in beauty pageants. I never had a hard life, but a depressing one. My parents died in a car crash and I stayed in a foster home until I eighteen. I applied for college, got accepted and now...here I am.

"I was born at a farm...," I begin, watching him look into my eyes, his brown eyes almost seem like he was staring into my soul, "and...my parents died in a car crash...and then I was in a foster home,"

"Wow, Lana, I'm sorry," he wipes his mouth with a cloth napkin, "I can't imagine how that would be."

"It's fine, I swear," my hands wave it off.

It happened fifteen years ago. I remember that day like it was yesterday. It seemed like my parents knew that they weren't going to make it out of this storm alive.

They were zooming on the freeway. It was a big storm that night and they were trying to rush home. The clouds swirled against the night sky, a gray color coating the vast area. Rain poured down on the car like bullets hitting a body and the thunder boomed sounding like the sound of a gun going off.

"Victor, we need to get home immediately. This storm is really starting to pick up," Mrs. Wright tugged on her words while she clenched on her seatbelt for dear life.

"Mariska, I'm trying. I can hardly see. Rain is coming from everywhere,"

"I think we should call Lana," she picks up her telephone, dialing the number to their house in the far countryside. On the third ring, I answered.

"Hello? Mommy?"

"Lana," my mother voice shakes, "promise me something...,"

"Yes, mommy,"

"Promise me that you will always know that mommy and daddy love you,"

"Mommy, I know, I love you guys too,"

"Okay, sweetie, I'm just reminding you,"

"Mommy, where are you and daddy? I'm waiting for you to come home. Grandma and I miss you guys,"

"Um...," Mrs. Wright stared at Victor, "sweetie, we'll always be with you. We love you,"

The storm started to pick up, the wind howling, throwing objects everywhere. Thicker clouds started to form and the weather turned hot and then cold sometimes. A tornado formed, picking up the Wright's car, spinning them around and eventually throwing them inside of a pond, where they drowned to their death.

"Can we talk about something else?" My mind was clouded with the last conversation that I had with my parents. I missed them a lot. "Tell me about you. Not you being president, but just...you,"

"Wow," Mr. Bieber mumbles under his breath, "I'm surprised,"

"Surprised at what?" I grab a handful of fries and shove them in my mouth.

"You asked about something other than me being president. No one really does,"

"Well, I guess I'm "the one"."

"I guess you are...,"

"What do you want to know about me?" Justin questions, rolling his sleeves up more, slightly revealing his tattoos that were hidden underneath his jacket.

"Those," I point to his tattoos. "can I see them? All of them?"

Mr. Bieber nods his head. I get out of my chair and drag it against the carpet near him on his sides. I push his suit jacket all the way up, revealing an entire sleeve of tattoos.

My fingers absentmindedly traced them. "What do they mean?"

"You have to be exact. There's a pretty broad variety,"

"This one," I say, referring to the two cursive L's, "what do they mean?"

"Low and lift. When your head is low, lift it up,"

I nod my head, biting my lip trying to find another one, "What about her? Who's this?"

"She was an ex. We broke up...and then I turned her into a troll."

"Wow," I laugh, "didn't anyone ever tell you not to get your partners tatted?"

"It was a spur of the moment thing. I mean, at least it means she was worth it. Now...I'm not so sure,"

"What do you mean?" I push his sleeve back down and look up into his eyes.

"It's...not important."

"You sure?"

"You have beautiful eyes," his hand embraces my cheek. "Has anyone ever told you that?"

"I...I've had my fair share of complim-,"

And just like that, the president leaned in and kissed me. But, I didn't care because I kissed him back.

OH NO.

The president kissed me.

And I kissed him back.

And I liked it.

I'm going to hell.

We pull apart from each other. I felt his magic from his lips still lingering on mine.

"Mr. Bieber...I...,"

"Call me Justin. I think we're past all those professional terms now." He smiles a little, leaning back in his chair.

Professional.

So much for that.

"This was a mistake," I breathe out, touching my lips, thinking about how soft and how luscious they were. "I should've never done this,"

"With all due respect Lana, you-,"

"I can't...I need to go."

"Lana! Wait up!"

And just like that, I ran out of his office. I ran down the hall to my old office where Sahara was with her arms crossed standing in front of her desk.

What was I thinking? This was a mistake.

OKAY SO I JUST MADE SOME HUGE CHANGES TO THE BOOK AND Y'ALL WILL BE SATISFIED! :) LOTS OF DRAMA. THAT'S ALL I WILL SAY.