Broken Trust

Chapter Five

Justin's POV

I asked Nichole about a notebook on her bedside table. She was acting really strange about it.

I gave her a confused look and said "What is this for? Answer me."

She angrily took it out of my hands and said "Give it to me!"

I listened to her and immediately handed her the notebook to avoid a fight. She stuffed it behind her pillow and said "Please don't touch my stuff Justin!"

I nodded my head and then suddenly my phone rang. It was scooter. I quickly answered to see what he needed.

-Conversation-

Justin: Hey whats up?

Scooter: You're in big fucking trouble Justin. Are you oblivious to the fact that there is an article in every magazine about you smoking weed!

Justin: What the hell are you talking about scooter?

Scooter: Get your ass to New York. You have a show tomorrow. We have to do an interview this week to clear things up.

Justin: Alright bye.

-End of Conversation-

I sighed and then rain my fingers through my hair trying to figure things out. I texted scooter to ask him what time my flight left. I had an hour to get ready to go to LAX. I looked over at Nichole and grabbed her hand. She smiled at me as I stroked her thumb ligthly.

She sighed and said "Is everything okay?"

I faked a small smile and said "Everything's fine but I do have to go to New York for three days. Do you want to come, baby?"

She thought about it for a second and then nodded her head. We both stood up and she walked over to her closet. She bent down and grabbed a suitcase while I opened up her drawers.

Nichole's POV

Justin began helping me pack up for New York. I was excited because I've never really anywhere except for LA. Once me and Justin finished packing he grabbed my suitcase and we began to walk down stairs. My mom was standing in the kitchen looking at me confused. I walked over and began telling her about going to New York with Justin. She said yes but wanted me to drop by my school to pick up some homework so I don't fall behind in class. After me and Justin picked up my homework we began driving to LAX. As soon as we walked in we were being surrounded by tons of people. I looked up at Justin somewhat scared of all the attention. He sighed and grabbed my hand trying to lead me through the crowd. Soon we met up with Kenny and finally people stopped trying to get pictures with Justin. I sat down on Justin's lap while we waited for our flight. He had his arms securely wrapped around me as if he were holding a baby. I laid my head on his chest. Justin seemed stressed out. I was scared to ask why because I didn't want to be the reason. My stupid job is going to ruin him. Finally our flight was ready. We both stood up. He quickly grabbed my hand and we got onto the plane. We sat in the first two seats we saw and Kenny sat across from us. A few minutes into the flight I looked over and saw Justin staring out the window. He looked sad, worried, and stressed out. I'd give anything to know what he was thinking.

I scooted closer to him an said "What are you thinking right now? What's wrong?"

He sighed and said "Everyone knows that I smoke weed now. Everyone hates me. Even some of my beliebers. I can't believe this is happening. How could I be so stupid?"

I gave him a sympathetic look and said "No no no, baby. Don't say that. Your fans could never hate you and neither could the whole world."

He smiled at me and pecked me on the lips and then said "I'm so lucky to have you."

I uncomfortably shifted in my seat because I hate when he says stuff like that. In reality I'm lucky to have him. I can't believe I'm actually doing this to him.

Justin's POV

Who could have done this to me? Why would someone I know try and ruin my career. Was it Ryan? No. He'd never do that to me. Chaz or Christian? Nah. Lil Twist? Maybe. It wouldn't be the first time he's done something like this. I bet he's the one who told everyone about my parent's actually reason for splitting up too. I mean it'd make sense. He is famous enough to get an interview with any magazine and tell them all my damn secrets. What an asshole. I mean he's the only person who could have the connections to do that. I don't think Nichole would be writing articles about me. I think she cares to much about me to do that.

I looked over at Nichole and said "Do you think Lil Twist is the one who told everyone? Maybe he's the one telling my secrets."

She sighed and said "I don't know, baby."

A tear slid down her cheek. I quickly wiped it away and grabbed her hand. I need to get to the bottom of all of this.

Notes: Sorry it took so long to update. A lot of things are gonna happen in the next few chapters! I'll post the next one probably on Friday or Saturday. Maybe sooner! Please vote and tell me what you think :)