The seventh Kardashian~ Justin Bieber

Chapter 27

Nicole's POV

Finding our way in the VIP section at the stadium, we sat down in our reserved seats. We had just been out for lunch and had some father daughter bonding, before we now was about to watch Nate's soccer game that was about to start in a few minutes. 

After I left Zoe's a few hours ago I had know changed into some other closed rather than Justin's sweats. Now I was wearing a soccer jersey, with the number 9 and the writing James on its behind. Which is Nate's number on his soccer jersey. Hey, don't say I doesn't support my brother. Along with the jersey I wore a pair of denim shorts, some white adidas sneakers and I put my hair up in a high pony tale. 

Almost the whole VIP section was full except two seats next to me. And I kinda was praying that no one would sit there, I hate sitting with random strangers, especially if they smell strange, and let me tell you most of them do, due almost everyone are men in their 40 and 50 that don't have anything better to do then watch soccer the whole day and drink beer. My thoughts were interrupted by my father who had tried getting my attention. 

"Nick?" Dad said looking at me rather amused.

"Huh?" I replied, giving him my full attention. 

"I said that I spoke with Nate's coach the other day, and he said that Nate has evolved technically and have become very good at set pieces. You okay there? You zoned out a bit, a habit you have been doing lately." He asked concerned. 

"Thats good, he kinda got a punch in the face with his knee injury, it's a good thing that he is getting better." I smiled. "And for your concern, I'm perfectly fine. Just had a rough week with Brooke's moving and stuff." I lied. Well kinda that had been bothering me as well, but I was more thinking of a guy with the name Justin Bieber. 

"You'll get over it, you're the strongest little girl I know" he said taking his arms around my shoulders squeezing it as he gave me a light kiss on the forehead. I didn't say anything due the fact he called me little, thinking it would ruin a perfect father-daughter moment. But something or someone did ruin it. 

"Ah Mr. James and little James, good to see you."

I turned around and saw Derek coming to sit next to me, and guess who he came with?

Yep, the one and only Justin Bieber everybody. The Justin who I had an argument with this morning and the one who I shared a bed with tonight.  What did I say, he's everywhere. 

My dad stood up, but I was perfectly fine fiddling with my fingers in my lap.

"Derek, man it's good seeing you, what haven't seen you in like two days" My dad joked. But it's kinda true though because I feel like Derek is always around Nate. But he love the attention of the girls and Nate is surrounded by a lot due his career as a star soccer player. 

"What can I say, you gotta love the James family." Derek said winking, ruffling my hair, making me glare at him. 

My dad chuckled before his attention came to Justin.

"Hi, Justin right?" My dad smiled. 

"That's me, Mr. James." He answered my dad shaking his hand. 

"Oh please, call me Christian you make me feel old, and thanks to this little one, she's already saying that I'm." He said ruffling my hair AGAIN. Geez thanks a lot, my pony tale is probably completely ruined by now.

Justin smiled akwardly before he sat down next to Derek. Probably due the fact that my father have no clue at all, that me and Justin has shared a bed tonight and made out a couple of times.  Why wouldn't this situation be awkward, if my dad had known Justin would probably be lying on his knees right now, begging my father not to rip his lips of.  What can I say? I'm daddy's little girl. 

"Well thanks to you two assholes." I said referring to dad and Derek as I stood up. "I have to fix my hair. I'll be right back." That was my last words before I passed Derek and Justin with my behind since I kinda had to climb over them, and just to play a little I made sure I put my ass as nearly as possible Justin's crotch almost touching him on the way. Well just to piss him of, thinking in my wildest dreams that he may be turned on by it so he got a boner. But who am I kidding the guy is a man whore it takes a lot more than that to make him get a boner. 

Walking away I made my way to the ladies room, fixing my pony tale and before I stepped out of the restroom again only to be met by a hard chest. 

"We need to talk" the chest said before I was pushed into the ladies room again, and the chest also named Justin locked the door behind him. 

"What do you want? Because I want's to see my brother play, and the game begins in about one minute." I said crossing my arms as I leaned against the sink, and Justin stood with the door. It was a few feet between us. 

"Could you please keep that mouth of yours shut for like two minutes, God dammit." Justin said annoyed, making me roll my eyes. I have a habit of doing that when I'm around him. 

"Maybe I would, if you started telling me your problem instead of assuming things about me, which clearly you know nothing about." I said referring to our argument this morning, which I think he does to. This made him shut up and he looked kinda stressed? I don't know but something was of. 

"Why can't you just be a normal clingy girl that is easy to forget?" He mumbled but I heard him clearly. 

"Excuse me?" I ask kinda shocked, I didn't quite know how to understand that statement. But I think it was a compliment.

"Yesterday, when I picked you up. You were very drunk and I don't know if I should believe it or not considering it was the drunk you speaking, but you said..." He started saying scratching his neck. 

"I said what?" I asked rather nervous. 

"You said.. You said you liked me! And I really need to know if that is true or not, because this shit is screwing with my head, and I can't think straight." He said, now only inches away from my face.

To say I'm shocked is an underestimate, I'm completely zoned out like completely. Why the fuck did I say that. Knowing that this would only hurt me in the end, knowing perfectly well that he doesn't feel the same way. For christ sakes he's Justin Bieber. He says it himself he doesn't do relationships, or relationships that last longer then a week. And I confessed my feelings for him, its completely out there. I can say that I didn't mean it and it was drunk me talking, but I know my lying skills and why keep it in anyway, it's better to just get hurt now, than spare it for some time later. Better to just get it over with right? 

"Yes I like you! There I said it.. You keep fucking with my feelings and you make me feel all this kinda things, that I have never felt before. And I hate the fact what you do to me, because damn I can't control it, and it's killing me!" I confessed.