Miami Heat

Chapter Five

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"Justin, baby. Do you really want to play this game with me?" Selena asks slowly while giving me an innocent look, "You know what I can do," she perks up, and gives me a smile similar to the Chesire Cat, "So you can either get back with me... or I'll leak to the media that you and that skank are dating."

"We're not dating," I clarify.

"Doesn't really matter to me."

I look at Selena in irate. I'm not giving in to her. Everyone has to be exaggerating. Can Selena and her 'gang' really be that bad? They say her family is apart of the Mexican Mafia. It doesn't really matter. I would rather her gang come after me than my fans trying to murder Mollie. I am not getting back with Selena.

"No," I say plainly.

"No what?" She spits.

"I am not getting back with you."

A look of pure  hatred paints across her features. It is quickly washed away with agitation.

"Suit yourself, baby," she blows me a kiss before exiting the room.

When she reaches the door, she looks back at me one last time... and laughs. I stay where I am. Staring at her emotionless, I wait for her to completely exit. I can only pray that I made the best decision possible.

When I finally decide to exit the somber room, Fredo greets me, "What did she want?"

"Nothing," I lie not looking at him. 

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"Inside sources have confirmed that Justin Bieber and, red headed fan, Mollie Allen are in a relationship," Guiliana Ransik reports.

I stare at the TV screen in disbelief. The bitch did it. She told the media. It hasn't been two hours since we saw eachother. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell everyone?

Suddenly, my phone goes off. My phone is flooded with text messages from all of my friends, family, and Mollie. I guess I should probably tell Mollie what's going on first. I dial her now familiar number. The ring of the dial tone buzzes in my ear. After about two rings she answers. 

"What the hell is going on?" she asks frantically, "I was just watching E! News and they-"

I cut her off, "It was Selena," I decide to refrain from telling her that I told Selena that we had kissed, "She found out that we made out and told."

"Why would she do that?"

"I don't know," I reply nonchalantly. 

"Justin, you don't understand. I've already got ten thousand new followers on Twitter, and most of them are slandering me."

"You think that I don't understand? I've dealt with lies and criticism since I was fifteen," I state a bit harshly.

"Yeah, but you chose that life. I didn't choose all of this attention. You gave it to me."

I smile out of irritation. I caused all of this for her? She didn't have to kiss me back that night. She never had to see me again. Yet I'm the bad guy. She has just as much responsibility in this as I do.

"I'll clear everything up, okay?" I say angrily, "Then we never have to see eachother again. You can go back to your normal life."

I hang up the phone.

We just had our first fight. She can't just blame everything on me. I didn't mean the things I said. I want to see her again. However, I don't want her to get hurt- by me or my Beliebers. Fam can be a curse and a blessing at times. I don't know what to do.