~Justins POV~
Our hands were in locked together and we walked as paparazzi took pictures and were asking questions about my beautiful girlfriend.
“Justin, where’s Selena? “ “Is this your girlfriend?” “are you guys going to get married” “I heard she’s pregnant, Justin are you the father” . the last question cought my attention. Pregnant . I looked at Arianna and she smiled at me. She couldn’t be pregnant, no way. I shook the multiple thoughts out my head and kept walking to the car. I started to get mad, I cant goone damn place with someone without these people here crowding me. But I love my fans and they mean the world to me. I went to the passenger side of the car and opened the car door for Arianna and then closed the door. I felt myself trip and fall to the floor. One of the paparazzi had tripped me. I got up and pushed him.
“What the hell dude” I kept pushing him. He mumbled something so that involved Arianna and I got mad.
“What the fuck did you say” I said pushing him on the floor and then getting in the car. I took off pissed off, going passed the speed limit.
“Justin, calm down!” arianna yelled at me, I felt her tense up as she held on to my hand trying to get me to slow down. But instead of slowing down, we crashed. A big impact hit my head and I was knocked out.
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Hey guys, heres a short chapter. just thought i should update. long chapter coming by next week :)
