lose yourself ↠ jb

Saturday

*Ashlynn's POV*

I fixed my hair and looked in the mirror. Today was the day I was meeting "Justin Bieber." Either him, or whatever pervert decided to text me while he was drunk.

Was he even drunk when he texted me?

Maybe it was just fate.

What am I even thinking?

No guy in their right mind would text me, drunk or otherwise.

I walked over to my closet and started rummaging through clothes. Would wearing his merch make me look too addicted?

I put the shirt back into my closet and looked around. Jeans would be too casual. I was meeting this guy for the first time.

Jeans would be too informal.

I pulled out a somewhat short maroon dress with a lace up front.

Sexy, yet classy.

Don't judge me, you would do the same if you were in my shoes.

Speaking of shoes......

I bent down and unboxed my new pair of heels. Of course I could barely walk in them, but they complimented my dress.

I pulled my phone out of my purse and scrolled through the messages. A small smile crept across my face. I felt butterflies in my stomach, and my palms began to sweat. What if he didn't like me? What if he thought I was ugly? What if he didn't even show up?

I should really just try to have fun today.

But when push comes to shove.......

My phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down to see a text from Justin.

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You didn't bail on me did you?

no. I'm about to leave.

are you excited?

no.

that was MEAN

are you excited?

yes.

I finally get to meet the girl I've been texting for weeks.

I'm just now leaving.

don't get your thong in a twist.

I rarely ever wear thongs.

.......... okay what the fuck.

are you leaving?

yeah, just left.

I don't get why you always want to gang up on me :(

i've been so nice to you

it's entertaining

and i get bored.

aGAIN WitH thAT EXCusE

choke.

........ on what

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I clicked off my phone and walked outside to my car. I put the key in ignition and started in the direction of the restaurant. My heeled shoes awkwardly pressed down on the pedals. Kudos to me for dressing up. I pulled into the parking lot and got out.