Broken Trust

Chapter Three

Nichole's POV

-The Next Day-

I got dressed and went to work. It was Saturday but I needed to go and tell my boss about the date with Justin and the secret I got from him. I pulled up into my usual parking spot and shut off my car. I got out and was instantly surrounded by paparazzi and some of Justin's fans. The paparazzi were asking if I were dating Justin. Justin's fans were saying all kinds of thing. Some of them were nice and others were rude but I didn't really care. I just wanted to get inside.

Once I made it inside my boss came rushing over to me and said "Whoa what was all that about?"

I laughed and said "Pictures of me Justin got leaked last night so it's in all kinds of gossip magazines and all over twitter and all the other social media websites. No big deal. I don't get why everyone cares so much."

He nodded and said "Speaking of last night did you get anything good out of the kid?"

I sighed and said "Yeah, he told me the real story of what happened between his mom and dad when they split up."

He smiled at me and said "Perfect way to start out! Write the article in the next few days and we'll post it sometime around next week so it's not too obvious that it's you telling his secrets."

Ugh the way it sounded made me sick. I'm a terrible person but I nodded and then realized something pretty important about this whole situation.

I said "It'll be too obvious that i'm the one telling the world his secrets because we'll be the only magazine talking about it."

He responded saying "One step ahead of you. We're giving the story away to a few magazines so multiple magazine will be talking about it."

-30 minutes later-

I was finally finished writing the article. It said "Can you believe Justin Bieber lied? When bieber "opened" up about his father leaving he gave a fake story! What really happened was that his father, Jeremy Bieber, abused his mother Pattie! He also said Justin was a huge mistake! Soon Pattie couldn't take it so she gathered up her things and her and Justin left to head to the shelter. Our source told us almost every detail of Justin's story about what really happened! Hmm I wonder what else this pop stars hiding!"

Once I was done writing the article I pulled out my phone. I had a text from Justin.

Justin: Hey Babe. We should go to my house again tonight. Last night was fun(: I can pick you up after work

I rolled my eyes because I didn't really feel like going. I'm mean yeah I like the kid but I don't want waste all my time on being with him for my stupid job.

I miss my friends already but I quickly texted back saying "Sure Justin, come get me right now(:"

Once he got here we went straight to his house. After driving in the car for at least 10 minutes we finally got to his house. We went upstairs into his room.

We were talking about how our day went and then Za walked in completely high or drunk and said "Yo Justin I got some new shit for us to smoke lets go- Never mind you have company." And then walked out completely unaware that I just find out that him and Za get high. I'm of course every knows Za gets high but who knew that Justin did it with him?

I smirked and Justin and said "Aw does Mr.Perfect smoke weed?"

He rolled his eyes and said "It's not that bad but yes. It takes away the stress but I don't go overboard with it. Just a couple times a week."

Suddenly I got a little concerned and said "Justin you do realize that it's killing brain cells and will slow you down. Stop it."

He laughed and said "Dude don't worry about it. It's really not that bad."

I laughed and said "You did not just call me 'dude'."

He smirked and said "Oh shut up. Now do you prefer babe or dude?"

I giggled and said "I definitely prefer babe."

He laughed and then said "Do you want to try it?"

I looked at him like he was insane and said "Oh god no! I don't like drugs. I'll never do them. I know the damage that they can cause to my life."

He rolled his eyes while still smiling and said "Geez they're not that bad. Why do you make such a big deal over such little things?"

I looked down and said "My dad was a drug attic. He tore our whole family apart. He used to always just sit at home doing nothing but drugs. He'd do it right in front of me and my brother. I'll never forget it. It ruined his life and most of my childhood. I just don't like drugs."

I could tell that Justin felt bad. I didn't mean to make him feel guilty but the effects can be much worse than that. I am worried about him. He has an amazing career and he can't ruin it over drugs.

He took a deep breathe and said "I'm sorry, Nichole. For you I'm going to stop. I don't want to ruin what we have going on. You're obviously more important to me."

I smiled at Justin and nodded. He pulled me into a hug and said "And again I'm really sorry about your dad, Nichole."

I let go of him and said "It's okay. It's not your fault."

He grabbed his keys and said "Well it's getting late. I should take you home."

I nodded standing up. I walked towards the door and opened it for us. We walked down stairs and saw Za on the couch eating. He got up and started walking towards us.

He looked at me and Justin and said "Well Justin are you gonna introduce me to this beautiful young lady?"

Justin rolled his eyes and said "First of all don't push it, Za. Second her name is Nichole. Lastly I'll be the only one here calling her beautiful."

Za grabbed my hand and kissed it and then said "Nah, I'll call her whatever I want. Hello beautiful."

I blushed and then he winked at me. Justin clearly pissed grabbed my hand and said "Let's go, Nichole."

I opened the door and walked out while holding Justin's hand trying to calm him down. We walked to the car and we began to drive to my house. The drive home was completely silently. He seemed angry. Finally we arrived in my driveway. I grabbed my purse and got out of the car. I walked up my steps and right when I was about to open my door Justin grabbed my wrist. I looked behind me and innocently looked up at him.

"Nichole, do you really like me?" he questioned.

My stomach dropped. Does he know what I'm doing?