Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 27 ~ The Witch From Salem

(Randy's POV)

The karaoke bar was fun and busy. It was so dark and private that Justin could easily go unnoticed amongst the crowds. But I was convinced that our so-called 'Mocktails' were not mocktails at all. I tasted alcohol.

Justin and I were both taking turns singing with fans and making our fool out of ourselves. There was unwritten rule that went with Karaoke; if you can't sing, pretend you can. And if you can sing; pretend you can't.

We followed that rule to the key.

Rachel refused to partake in any of the singing so she sat at our table alone, except she wasn't really alone. She was being sent drink after drink by passing bartenders who pointed out hopeful admirers in the crowd.

Rachel was pretty, but she was also very protected.

"No!" Justin shouted, "No she doesn't drink!!"

After Rachel was approached the seventh time, Justin went looking for a private bodyguard.

He found Rachel a guy named Paul.

Paul had emotional issues, he carried some extra weight around the middle, and he was the last person who would even consider hitting on a girl like Rachel.

"You sit here Paul and if anyone comes near her... bam!"

"Are you sure I can sit next to you?"

Rachel shrugged, "Why not?"

She didn't understand her effect on people.

Paul held off the admirers and kept the attention at bay, but when we went back to check on Rachel another problem arose.

"Rachel did you drink all of the drinks those guys sent you?"

"He helped" she motioned towards Paul, "We shared"

Paul hiccoughed loudly.

"Rachel!"

"What? He's depressed. And he was thirsty...."

"Why are you depressed dude?" Justin asked, "You don't like Karaoke?"

"He loves Karaoke" Rachel answered, "But he also loves Nina"

At the sound of Nina's name the two of them glared over to a not so distant table. A couple sat shoulder to shoulder, and their affection towards each other was obvious. I assumed that the girl was named Nina.

"See that guy she's sitting with..." Paul sighed disheartened, "That's Neil...he just sung a song to her..."

"Is that her boyfriend?" Justin asked.

"No. But he will be" Paul said, "She likes him"

Justin shrugged, "So make her like you?"

"I can't"

"Yeah you can"

"Why would she choose me over him? He's good looking, popular and I'm just the fat guy that she's known since she was a kid..."

Justin never got a chance to reply. Something Paul had said had greatly offended Rachel. She slammed her fists into the table and shook the glasses right to their sides.

"No! No Paul! No!" she yelled.

What she said next made no sense at all.

"Your not fat! And you're not even four! You are a hot piece of ass and you are capable of getting up on that stage and stealing your girl back!"

Paul puffed hopefully "Really?"

"Hell - yes!"

"These are so not mocktails..." Justin analyzed his own glass.