Why me?! (A Justin Bieber Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Why don't you like me?

My phone buzzes indicating I have a text, I groan and blink a couple of times. I look at the text and it's from an unknown number.

????: Hey Sheyla, this is my last day in LA meet me at the Staples Center. Justin x
I look at the text and sigh.

Sheyla: Fine whatever Justin what time?

I stare at my phone wondering how he got my number, damn it I gave my number to Chaz he must have given it to Justin.

Justin: No 'x' back? And don't bring Elena and don't tell her, come at 12pm x

I look at the time and its 10pm. I have 2 hours that should be enough time, to shower, get ready, eat and go to the Staples Center.

Sheyla: No and fine only because I don't have anything to do and I'm skipping school.

My parents won't find out until well ages, they're on a business trip so it's just me and my brother and he won't tell. He's protective of me and doesn't want me to get in trouble or hurt, physically or emotionally.

"Matthew!" I shout, I only call him that when I want something.

"God I hate being called that, call me Matt for God's sake." Matt says walking into my room.

"While you're playing basketball, I'm going to the Staples Center to sort this whole Bieber thing out." I say, he looks at me confused.

"I'll explain later, now go to basketball practice." I say pushing him out of my room, he laughs and begins to walk away.

"There's an omelette for you in the kitchen, please remember to lock the door when you leave this time." he shouts as he walks down the stairs. I roll my eyes even though he can't see me, I only did that once and I was in a rush, I grab my towel and run to the bathroom.

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2 Hours later outside the Staples Center

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"Hey Sheyla," I hear a familiar Canadian voice say. I look behind me and I see Bieber in a grey hoodie, skinny jeans and red supras. Have to admit he looks pretty damn sexy today, compared to how much of an idiot he usually looks, especially with the snapback and sunglasses. I smile half heartedly.

"Hello," I say, he hugs me and I stand stiffly. I clear my throat and he lets go of me awkwardly.

"Sorry," He says and blushes. I look at him confused, he laughs at me and takes my hand and pulls me to a taxi.

"Where are we going Bieber?" I say, he smiles and pretends to zip his lips. I glare at him but get into the taxi and Bieber tells the taxi driver to take us to the nearest starbucks.

"It's Justin... Call me Justin," Justin says, I nod.

"Yeah yeah... Justin," I say, it sounds weird to say Justin.

"Let's just start to get to know each other today, okay?" Justin says.

"Do we have to? I mean I don't even like you, I only came because there was nothing for me to do." I say, Justin laughs and nods. I hear the taxi driver chuckle too.

"Yes we do and hurtful," Justin says and fakes being hurt, I roll my eyes. I see the taxi driver glancing at us in the mirrror, I wonder what he's thinking.

"I want to leave now, I don't even know why I came." I say looking out the window. There is silence for about 2 minutes. Then the taxi driver stops outside my favourite place, starbucks. Justin pays as I get out the taxi, I walk in leaving Justin by the taxi. Why would I wait for Bieber when I don't want to be here with him anyway?

"Sheyla wait up," Justin says, I roll my eyes and walk into starbucks and walk to counter. I order a white chocolate mocha, my favourite drink, Justin comes next to me and buys his drink. He pays and we sit down at a table, while we wait for our drinks.

"So ask away," I say leaning back on the chair.

"Okay so any siblings?"

"Yep one brother,"

"Called?"

"Matthew and he's older than me, as if you need to know that anyway."

"Okay, why don't you like me?" Justin says leaning forward so his arms are resting on the tables, I sigh and roll my eyes.

"I prefer rock music and I think you're gay and sound like a girl, I prefer more manly men like Austin Carlile. Pure sex god." I say and shrug, Justin's eyes widen.

"But Sheyla... That's so mean, don't you hear my manly voice and see my manly muscles?" He says while flexing, have to admit his muscles are quite big. It doesn't change anything though, I still pretty much hate him with a burning passion.

"Comments like that make me realise how much I don't actually like you," I say and sigh, he glares at me. I smirk as my name is called for both drinks, before he can answer back I go to the counter and collect the drinks. I kind of wish I was mean enough to just leave his at the counter, I blame my parents for making me such a polite... Well sort of polite girl.

I go back to the table, I sit down and pass Justin his drink and he mumbles a 'thanks' while he looks at his phone. I feel my phone vibrate, I get it out and see Chaz's name on the lock screen. I slide the lock slider thing and see the full text.

Chaz: Hey Sheyla, sorry about last night and what are you doing? I want to meet up xx

Sheyla: I'm out...

I sigh.

"What's wrong Shey?" Justin says. I cringe at the fact he called me Shey, he's not allowed to do that. He's not my friend, he cannot have a nickname for me. I receive another text, I look down and only to see it's s Chaz again.

Chaz: Out where exactly?

"Do not call me by my nickname, full name or don't talk to me. Nothing's wrong," I say and I sigh again.

"Alright fine just relax, I know something's wrong."

"It's just Chaz okay?! It's your stupid friend Chaz, are you happy now?" I say and sigh again, I lean back and roll my eyes. I stand up and Justin looks at me with confusion. "I'm going home," I say, I take a sip of my drink.

"But we only just got here"

"I'm. Going. Home." I say through gritted teeth and I walk out of starbucks. I can't believe this one day is ruined by one person, I check my purse to find that I don't have enough money to get a taxi so I start to walk. Chaz is really starting to annoy me, he needs to leave me alone. I hear Justin calling my name, obviously I ignore it and then I feel someone grip onto my wrist. I turn around and see Justin.

"Leave me alone," I say, he looks at me and shakes his head.

"Look Sheyla. I like you I'm going to let you walk away, just let me get to know you. I'm going tomorrow and I doubt you're going to want to keep in contact," he says, I can see hope in his eyes and he raises his eyebrows waiting for an answer. I sigh and I'm sure it can't be that bad, right?

"If I stay, will you leave me alone when I want to go?" I say pulling my hand away from him, he shrugs and smiles.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"I promise you that I hate you with every fibre in my body, but it won't kill me to hang out with you... That and I have nothing better to do," I say and shrug. I sigh regretting my decision instantly as he takes my hand and we walk back into starbucks.