Remember? (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Chapter4: Asshole

*Ashley's p.o.v*

He looks me up and down then he smirks and says "Sorry, I don't remember all the bitches names, i've slept with". I feel a pain right in my chest. Is he trying to be funny? It's not working.

Maejor giving me a sad look. I still can't believe this. That really hurt me you know...

I get all my guts together and say "I'm not one of your bitches and i'll never be. I don't fuck with fuckboys, you asshole.". I'm trying to hide that he hurt me, is it working?

Justin gulps down, still looking at me.
"Oh then you're probably one of those crazy fans, but sorry i don't take pictures." He says, still giving his best to hurt me. "I would rather die than be a fan of an asshole like you." I say turning around and walking away.

Tears are threatening to spill, but i have to stay strong, i ain't going to cry for someone like him. I stay by the door still not realizing it. He didn't remember me. It hurts.

"Man, that was really fucked up. What's wrong with you?" Maejor asks Justin. I wait to hear Justins answer. Nope, no answer. I start to go to the toillete. After that i walked back to Pattie and dad, still shocked.

I took a deep breathe to keep myself calm and walk into the room. "There you are, sweety"Pattie says.
"Sorry i kind of got lost." I say.

"So do you want to walk around the arena with us?"my dad asks me. "Actually, can i stay here?" I question.
"Yeah, sure. Is everything okay?" No. "Yes, i just want to save my energy for the show later" i say. He nodds and they walk away.

I lay onto the couch feeling exhausted taking out my phone from my jeans. After about 20 minutes i hear some people talking, so i sit up.

I see Pattie and dad walk in again, followed by...Justin. I immedietly look away and it suddenly gets hotter in here.

"Justin, this is the girl i talked about, my old friends daughter." Pattie says smiling and i can feel the tension between me and Justin.

I look up at him, not showing that he hurt me minutes ago. As i look into his eyes i see that he is directly looking into my eyes too, but i can't read his expression.

"Hey" justin says as if nothing happened."Hi" is all i say back, playing along that we met for the first time today.

"Justin, Ashley was really-" my dad starts, probably wanting to say excited or nervous."Happy for meeting your mom" i interrupt my dad and smile wide at Pattie.

As i look at Justin, i see a smirk on his face and my smile slowly fades. I missed him a lot, but it makes me really sad, i mean he didn't even remember me.

"You're so cute" i hear from Pattie and i just smile again. Then she says "So Justin, can you show her around,please? Or else she's getting bored here" Oh no.

"Ok" is all he says. I look back at him and he still keeps a straight face. He looks at me expecting me to stand up and i do so. I follow him out the room.

Silence and tension. I follow him silently to the room we were before. "My dressing room" he says with no emotion. I guess maejor is no longer here. Also i now get the chance to look around and see his guitar, his outfits, a big couch, a table and a big mirror. Oh and food. Then my stomach starts to growl.Ugh

"You can eat something" he says rudely. "Oh thanks, asshole"i say back.
He looks at me with angry eyes, but i still grab myself a muffin and a banana and sit on the couch.

Why is he still rude to me? He could've apologized and we would just get over it. But nope. I'm normally such a nice person to be honest, but he gets what he gives.

As i was eating, he sits next to me but with a big distance. He looks at me sternly for about a minute. Awkward. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, can't standing his look anymore.

"I like too look at bitches" he says. That's it. I quickly stand up to walk away and he grabs my hand, stopping me from walking and asks"Who are you?"

"I'm ashley"

"Oh really?" He says sarcasticly.

"I'm not lying"

For a second i thought he's smiling, but then i saw his kind of angry look again.

"I'm not an interesting person, there is nothing to tell about me" i say, trying to start a conversation. I want to know him badly. He may act like a douchbag, but there has to be a story behind everything. "That just made you interesting" he says.

"I'm 20 and i work in a orphanage sometimes. Oh and i also model." I say.

"You are a model and i didn't hear about you? And i didn't fuck you?"he says. God, he really acts like an asshole.

I don't answer him. I don't want to argue with him, so this time i really walk away.

The fame did him no good.

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