As I walked through the door to my house the anger I was feeling was at an all time high. I mean a couple of hours ago I felt like I was at an all time high but as soon as Justin decided to rain on my parade I had been a in bad mood ever since.
After he basically shouted at me so that it caught 99.9% of people's attention in the canteen he stormed off leaving me and everyone else looking at his back as he stormed off out of the canteen and down the hall.
Everyone was looking at me and I literally had nothing to say. I had no idea why he was in such a bad mood about the idea. I mean this was such an amazing thing.
Don't get me wrong I don't care whether he hates the idea or absolutely loves it I will do it whatever he feels, it's not his decision. I have dreamed about this and nobody will ever get in my way of me doing this.
"Darling" I heard my mother call out as my head snapped around. I had been so deep in thought I hadn't even realised I was in the kitchen. Looks like my stomach was trying to tell me something.
"Iv been stood here for a couple of minutes and you haven't even acknowledged me and keep pulling faces" she paused laughing as she pulled a face I made. Wow Brooke attractive. "Why are you not jumping for joy about the tour!? Jo rang me and told me right after you" she smiled brightly at me as I looked in the fridge, looking for food.
"I was until" I paused as I rolled my eyes, pulling out a orange juice carton and poured myself a glass.
"Justin shouted at me 'you're doing fucking what'" I imitated his deep voice rolling my eyes once again. " and everyone was looking at me in the canteen and ugh" I took a sip of my drink "whatever" I shrugged my shoulders already done with today.
"Why did he do that" my mam leaned against the island that was placed in the centre of the room.
"Your guess is as good as mine" I placed the empty glass in the sink and walked around. I picked up my phone off the island next time my mam as she lightly patted me on the shoulder.
I then headed up the stairs and walked into my closet taking all my clothes off and looking for a new outfit. I decided to just go shopping tonight, I needed to get some new make-up for a new tutorial I was going to post on YouTube on the weekend anyway.
I decided on:
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"Good enough" I mumbled as I looked in the mirror. I then quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a quick photo in the mirror of my outfit as my phone covered my face.
I then posted the photo on snapchat with the caption 'BIG NEWS COMING U AINT READY' I smiled as I added the imagine to my story and then put my phone in my bag. Satisfied with how I looked I headed out.
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Finally I arrived back from shopping and my mood was up from 0 too 100. Obviously, I mean I finally had all the new make up I wanted and I was so god damn exited to try and test it all for my video.
I had gotten McDonald's on the way back too so there was literally nothing to be sad or angry about. I had decided that I wasn't going to let Justin effect my mood.
For the first two seconds when I found out I thought Justin was going to be happy for me. I was excited to tell him. But as soon as I heard his voice from behind me. I didn't even need to look at him- I could already tell how he felt about the idea.
Probably sounds stupid but I wanted everyone to be proud of me- even if it was Justin. I have worked my god damn ass off to try and get to where I am right now and I am finally being rewarded for it. All I wanted was for everyone around me to be happy for me.
As I slumped down on my bed after putting all the make up in my make up room office I decided it was time to chill, chuck on netflixs, eat and sleep.
After changing into my pjs I jumped straight into bed. As I did my phone started to go off telling me I had a text message.
I rolled my eyes not even bothering to look at who it was from. I wasn't in the mood to talk to anybody I just wanted to pig out on prison break and eat.
After setting up netflixs and cuddling down into bed my phone went off again and again and again.
After groaning loudly and moaning to myself I grabbed my phone, unlocking it I read the text messages.
Messages: Justin Bieber. "We need a meeting. Me, scooter and your mother/lawyer."
"Brooke we need this meeting tonight."
"Stop fucking ignoring me!!"
Immediately my eyes opened a little more than normal as I read the words 'mother/lawyer' and 'stop fucking ignoring me' like woah okay sorry i'm not on my phone 24/7 Justin.
Message: Brooke. "Number one i'm having no meeting tonight so you can get that idea out of your head and number two I wasn't ignoring you I didn't have my phone on me."
Within seconds of me sending me the message my phone immediately went off again.
Message: Justin Bieber. " Brooke, listen to me this needs to be done. You are not going on this tour so you need to come and talk with me and scooter."
Message: Brooke. " I'm sorry but who the fuck do you think you are talking too? I AM going on this tour. I have worked my fucking arse off to get to this point in my career so don't think you can just wonder in and tell me what I can and can not do. I am doing this tour whether you like it or not. Simple."
I sent as I closed my eyes tightly trying my hardest not to get angry. I mean who the fuck does he think he is exactly!? Tell me that I can't go on tour. Telling me that I am not going to go ahead and for fill a dream that I have had for years and years. Clearly he thinks that I am just going to roll on my back and say 'yes Justin' clearly he's going to be very disappointed.
Yes I know I have a contract with them and I respect that but at the end of the day this has absolutely nothing to do with the contact and you know what? If Justin even tries to throw it in my face then I'll simply rip the contact up.
At the minute I am seeing absolutely nothing that is coming from this stupid contact so it really wouldn't effect me one bit.
Message: Justin Bieber. " I'm telling you now you are not going. I don't give a fuck you have a contract with me therefore if I say you aren't doing it you fucking aren't."
Message: Brooke. "Fine. Fuck you and fuck the contract."
He really thinks he can control me like that? He has another thing coming. I'm done with all that shit.
