LiarLiar

Chapter 8 - You're Screwed

Who ever thought getting ready for a dinner could be this hard. I put on my little blue dress that sat a little above my knees; it has a row of silver sequences along the bottom as a border and a little belt to tie around the back. It doesn't show too much cleavage but just a little. I put on my sliver love heart neck less that has a blue diamond in it and set it so it looked perfect. Making sure my hair was perfectly set I back-combed it to puff it up a little and let the curls flow down my shoulders. I put on light make up, some foundation, mascara, eye liner, a little lipstick coated with a shiny gloss and light blusher. Okay it sounds like I'm over dressed but I'm really not. It's actually quite simple. I asked the girls what their wearing and I think we're all dressed quite casual but a fancy casual. You know, perfect for dinner.

I slipped on my sliver high heels and grabbed my clutch making sure I have my money, my keys and most importantly my phone.

"Hello beautiful" Chris smiled taking my hand as I approached him in the lobby.

"Hey handsome" I chuckled linking my fingers with his and we walked out to the car that was taking us all to the restaurant. I have to admit, all of us look pretty damn hot... Justin in particular. The boys had on their normal jeans and a shirt and us girls had on our dresses.

The restaurant is beautiful, it's so quiet. I'm guessing Justin booked out the whole place so we wouldn't be disturbed. How considerate. We all took our seats, I sat across from Justin. Bad move Charlotte. He kept kicking me under the table, winking at me, giving me that charming boyish smile and I couldn't help but give him a flirty smile back.

"I'll be right back" I smiled politely and got up. I need air. I walked away from the table and went to stand outside. Maybe my father was right, maybe this is not the life for me. Maybe I should just become a doctor instead. Maybe my dreams really are hopeless and pointless.

"Hey, Charlotte" I heard Justin's voice call

"Y-yeah?" I stuttered

"Come here, let's talk" he made his way over to the bench

"I really don-" I began but he interrupted me

"Sit" he order like I am some sort of dog. I growled at him scoffing as I took my seat. "Listen" he began "you work for me now, so get your shit together or else, I'm sure you don't want to go back home and prove your father right" the threatened

"How the fuck do you know about that?" I spat out ignoring his previous warning standing so I towered over him.

"I overheard you talking to Christopher" he calmly added standing with me

"You were eavesdropping" I corrected

"Sweetheart, I'm your boss now. Watch your tone when you speak to me" he hooked an arm around my waist pulling me in closer his lips inches from mine.

"Stop" I commanded

"Shut up" he growled. Throwing my hand at his crotch I squeezed it tightly.

"Now how would you feel if someone was to go tell the media that the world famous Justin Drew Bieber forces himself on his dancers" I warned my eyes burning through him

"For one you wouldn't dare and for two your ass gets dropped and you're out of job daddy was right and he won't let you forget that for the rest of your life" he spat venomously

"I can get another job Bieber you're screwed no matter what" I spoke through gritted teeth pushing past him making my way back into the restaurant.

Once dinner was finished we all went back to the hotel. Quite the eventful evening but now it's time for a nice hot shower and pyjamas. Closing my room door behind me I pulled the belt that held my dress letting it fall down my shoulders as I shook out of it, taking off all my jewellery and taking out the pins in my hair I let myself relax for a moment.

"You're good at what you do" I told myself taking a wipe removing my make-up.

Stripping down completely I stepped into the steamy hot shower letting the hot water pierce my delicate skin as all my stress slowly started to fade away just for a moment life didn't seem too bad. I washed up and went back to bed. My muscles ached as I fell back. Eventually tiredness too over and I drifted off....

*Justin's PointOfView*

"Hey Justin" Scooter called after me as I made my way to my room

"What's up?" I groaned running my hands through my hair. I'm so tired I can't even stand. It has been such a long night and nothing sounds better than bed right now.

"Found this, find out who's it is." he ordered handing me a book, a diary of some sort. I gave him a nod took the book and went into my bedroom.

After freshening up and getting comfortable I lay down in bed with the diary.hjkkkjjhhg

"You have to read it" "You gotta know what's inside" "It could be about you"

No. I can't. Can I?

"Just do it"

Sticking the little key on the lock that kept the diary shut I twisted it unlocking it. I opened at the first page and I cannot believe what I'm reading...

"Dear Justin, I'm starting this diary today because I've been going through a lot. I know I have no chance of meeting you or ever giving you this, heck I don't know if I even want to give it to you. I probably won't but I feel like I am talking to you and you always make me feel better. I made a stupid mistake. I did what I said I would never do. But your music pulled me through. I know this is going to be hard for me I mean, how am I meant to keep something like this from my parents? I know I have you, though it might not be physically, though you don't know I exist and you never will. You are still here you always are. Justin... I'm pregnant.

- Charlotte Alfaro"