Dark Blue (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Ch. 9 -Awkward Moments

Justin Bieber

Life is f*cking complicated.

That’s one solid fact I’ve come to learn through all of the experiences I’ve had in the past year and a half.

And I’ve had a f*cking lot of those.

It’s been several days since that whole thing went down with Mandy Nash at Drake’s party in Toronto.

And...to keep things short and sweet...I’m still confused as hell.

I don’t understand it; I can’t stop thinking about what happened.

It’s not like I haven’t hooked up with girls before. In fact, I hook up with girls all the time, whether they’re random hot fans or chicks from my school. (And yes...several times, I’ve been drunk when the make-outs occur.)

But I think it’s the fact that it was Mandy Nash that’s been freaking me out.

I hate her. And she hates me.

It’s a simple fact.

I’ve known of her my entire life, but never really knew her until I returned to Stratford this year to graduate secondary. She and her uptight best friend have always shown resentment towards me and my friends (with the exception of Ryan, who’s Mandy’s cousin), and so in return, I’ve shown resentment back.

I don’t even know why I can’t stop thinking about that night, but for the past four days, that’s been practically all I could think about.

I kept finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate and pay attention when I was in the studios in Atlanta working on new material, or when I was at radio stations for interviews, and it was ridiculously annoying.

I mean, any other girl, this wouldn’t have been a big deal at all.

And...it still isn’t.

We were at a party. We were drunk. We made out.

End of story.

...But it was still Mandy Nash.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s hot as hell. Her face is ridiculously gorgeous, she has a killer body, and if she weren’t such a stuck-up bitch, I’d totally want to tap that.

But the fact that we hate each other kind of contradicts all of that.

To be completely honest, I think she was definitely more wasted than I was. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s drank before, but I’m almost certain I go out and party a hell of a lot more than she does.

Plus...she’s tiny, and I’m a guy. I can handle more alcohol than she can.

Regardless, I was still pretty drunk, enough at least to get me to start grinding with her and eventually making out with her.

I remembered Kenny coming up to me about twenty minutes after she and I had stopped making out. He’d told me we needed to get in the car and head home, because it was past midnight and we needed to be home by one. 

Or at least before my mother got home from the date she was on.

Which, going off on a tangent here, I was p*ssed about. My dear mother has been seeing the biggest fucking douche in the world named Frank - or, as I call him, Dickwad - and she doesn’t even have the slightest clue. She thinks he’s some wonderful man, when in reality, he’s just trying to use her to get to all of the money I’ve made. I can tell by the way he acts and the way he treats me. He treats me like I’m some worthless and insignificant piece of shit when my mom isn’t around, but whenever she is, he gets all fake and sh*t.