Falling for the Enemy

Chapter two: things just keep happening

I sat against the wall, looking straight at the mirror. I could see everyone perfectly, which was pretty fun. I couldve sworn he winked at me twice, which was annoying. I couldn't believe he had the nerves to wink at me. scooter called everyone to a ten minute break. as everyone began to seperate into their little groups, justin started to approach me. "what did you think?" he looked me dead in the eyes when he asked. "it was ok." he sighed. "ok? thats all you have to say?" I took a sip of my water and stood to me feet, "like I said,  it was ok, do you have a problem with that?" the room went dead silent, but i didn't care. he stepped closer to me, inches from my face,  "yes i do. I worked awfully hard to impress you and show you what we are capable of, and it was just ok?" I stepped back, hitting the wall, "tooo close bieber, wayyyyy to close." he looked down and laughed, and I began to walk away.  who does he think he is? approaching me like that? I went to find scooter to  ask for the schedule,  but I couldn't find him, not in the studio anyways. I went outside to look for him, and there he was. leaned against the wall, he exhaled the disgusting smoke from the cigarette.  I walked up to him, faster than I normally walked, and I snatched the cigarette from his mouth chucking it to the ground and stomping on it. he looked at me with shock on his face. "what are you doing? " I asked,  throwing my hands up. "what does it look like?" he rolled his eyes. I balled up my fists, letting them hang by my legs. "what are you thinking? smoking is awful!" he rolled his eyes at me, so I punched his arm. he rubbed it and looked at me with a shocked expression. "I don't want to ever catch another cigarette in your mouth ever again, got it?" he laughed, "how bout you go tend to your people and worry about you, and if you punch me again,  ill have bieber take care of it." I rolled my eyes and began to walk away. when I reached the door, I grabbed the handle but stopped walking. I turned to him and said, "does he ever...... you know...." " I know what? talk about you?" I shook my head. why did it matter, I hated him. "nevermind." I walk in to see everyone crowded in a circle. "call 911!!" I didn't know what was going on. but deep, DEEEEEEEEPPP down inside,  I prayed that he wasn't the one on the floor in the middle of all those people.