Obsessed. (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 18

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Few days later.

I was lazying in the living room like I've been for the last few weeks. Justin hasn't called me in weeks and that was driving me crazy on the inside. I've been talking to Isabelle, everyday, since I had nothing else to do.

I'm thinking about going home...

"No you can't!!!" Isabelle yelled through the microphone as I told her about going home.

"Why not?" I asked, "I'm basically nothing to him. He hasn't talked to me in weeks either. I should just go home and-"

"So that's going to be it?" she asked, "you're coming back without becoming his grirlfriend?"

"I'm already his girlfriend..."

"Really? Well, then, Justin Bieber is doing a horrible job at doing his own job."

"Well, that's because..."

"Because what, Jessy?" Isabelle asked, "Because he's a super star so he's been too busy to even text you? Oh please, Jessy! That's just a stupid excuse! And that hasn't stopped you ever since you met him over there in Hawaii! You've been bothering him non-stop, even if he was sucking Selena's face! What's wrong with you, Jessy?! You haven't done anything lately. You've just been lazying around that hotel room and doing nothing! Jessy-"

"Isabelle."

Isabelle abruptly stopped talking and waited for me to continue.

"I...." I started, "I can't do it anymore..."

"That's wha-"

"No, Isabelle," I continued, interrupting her, as tears began welling up in my eyes, "it hurts me in the inside...."

"Jessy... Are you...?"

Tears suddenly gushed out my eyes and I used both my hands to wipe them. "It hurts..... I think he's just using me.... I think he doesn't even care about me.... I think.... I'm in love..."

"What are you going to do about it?"

I looked at the laptop screen to see Isabelle with a hard look on her face. "What?"

"What are you going to do? You're not obsessed with Justin Bieber anymore, are you? You're obsessed with Justin Drew Bieber, right? So what are you going to do about it?"

 "I don't know... I'm just going to leave it... Keep it inside and... not do anything about it... That's better for both of us..."

Through the screen, I could see Isabelle staring at me with the look that told me that she was going to kill me if she was right here.

"You know what, Jessy?" Isabelle started with an abnormally quiet voice.

"What?"

"Get your ass out of that fucking room, right now and go find a paparazzi and tell them that you've fucked Justin Bieber last night! Right now! Or I'll fly over there to Hawaii and tell them!" she yelled.

I blinked at her.

Then I ran out of the hotel.

I found a pap.

And told him that I screwed with Justin freaking Bieber.

I ran back to the hotel room before he asked me anything.

And sat on the couch.

Oh god. 

I'm so dead.