Break Bieber's Heart (A Justin Bieber FanFiction)

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

I skipped my afternoon class that day. I had no spare shirt and showing up to Chemistry class with a very noticeable red stained shirt wasn't an option. Yes, I'm the kind of person that doesn't really care about what anyone thinks but in this case, my shirt smells and it was disgusting so I had gone far too anxious and went home.

The looks that were thrown at me by the people on the streets when I walked myself home that day was rather funny than embarrassing. I felt like a real badass but at the same time- stupid. It was like I just cut someone in half with a chainsaw and its blood just came splurging violently on my shirt. I mean how cool is that?

"Dad I'm home," I announced the moment I opened our mahogany door.

The smell of burnt pancakes overwhelmed the atmosphere and I cringed my nose. A kitchen malfunction in the household wasn't really surprising since it happened usually. And when I say "usual" I mean every single damn time. Dad had been trying to be both a businessman and a housewife.

Well, a househusband or whatever.

But that only resulted to a series of phone calls from the pizza place because at the end, who would choose a burnt meal over a pepperoni pizza? No one with an always empty stomach, right?

"Dad? Where are you?" I called out but the only answer I got was a complete silence.

"Dad?!" I called out again, rushing to the living room; in hopes that he might just be there taking a nap.

...Nope. No signs of a mid-forties man with a bulging belly on the living room. Oh god.

"DAD?! Where the hell are you?" I called out again, louder this time. Panic started to get into my bones as I started pacing back and forth on our tiny apartment.

"I'm upstairs!" A voice that belonged to none other than my Dad, responded.

"Oh god I thought you were dead or something," I told him with a grin.

"Nope, I'm perfectly fine!" He announced. I went up to him and hugged him as he playfully messed up my hair. "Have you eaten? I smell spaghetti sauce..."

"Oh! Yeah...someone accidentally dumped their spaghetti on my shirt but it's fine. I'm thinking about skipping class this afternoon and just watch Netflix in my room." I said.

"Alright bud," he said. Yeah my Dad's pretty chill like that.

The night came by and I was in the middle of watching Effy and Freddie from Skins in my room when my phone started ringing. I took it out and found Selena on the Caller I.D. I was hesitant for a moment but I decided to answer it anyway.

"Miles! I'm so sorry about earlier," Selena said on the other line.

"No it's okay. I just went home and watched Netflix as usual." I said.

"Oh okay. I was thinking that we should do a sleepover you know...I just felt really awful about what happened in the cafeteria."

"Don't worry about it and sure! I'll be there in five," I told her.

"Great I'll see you then."

I shut down my laptop hastily in excitement. I just love sleepovers at Selena's. I felt nostalgic all of the sudden. All the movie marathons we did and all the poptarts we could eat. We would sing along to every Spice Girls song we knew and we would show off our ridiculous dance moves and pretend we were in a music video. It was hilarious, I can't believe all those memories belong in the past already.

I took out my oversized shirts and some sweatpants from my closet and shoved them all to my duffel bag. I brought my toothbrush and some toiletries and my fuzzy slippers then out the door I went.