Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 90

I was back to stalking the message boards again. They told me more about Rachel and Justin then they did themselves, so I resurrected my 'Ryanbutler sucks' account and started stalking the news feeds. Everyone thought they'd broken up, but only a few clues were available. I couldn't deny or confirm the rumors, because I myself didn't know.

The first clue was posted a week before we were due to go back to the hotel. It was a picture of Justin and Rachel out on the slopes, and body language said everything. I was there when it was taken, but I wasn't really paying attention. I missed the awkward shrug Rachel gave Justin, when he tried to help her up after a fall.

Then there was the phone interview that Rachel did the day before we left to drive back to the Ross. At first I thought it was quite normal, but the Beliebers picked up on clues I missed. They asked Rachel what sort of guard she thought Justin would make and after a long pause she sounded out of place.

"He's... yeah, I don't think he'll be mean or anything. We haven't really talked about it"

They asked her how she dealt with the rumors. She didn't really give them an answer.

"He's better at that stuff then I am. So I don't really pay attention"

On the drive back to the Ross we were all photographed again. This time they captured a small moment of Rachel refusing Justin's hand as he tried to help her out of the car.

That's just princess Rachel one reader wrote, that doesn't prove anything.

Princess Rachel loves showing off Justin. If they hadn't broken up she would have taken his hand.

I almost posted my own clues but decided against it. I knew things that a typical user wouldn't know, and I didn't want to blow my cover. I was kind of pissed of that Justin wasn't telling me, but I was pissed off at him for other things too. To be quite honest I wanted to know that they were broken up, because the end of their relationship ended half of my problems.

I still had the Monet problem, the Quinn problem, the fact that my mom thought I was a whore problem, and the whole Tanner Reed thing too. Add that with the idea of spending the week with Monet as my guard, and I was left feeling completely miserable.

"Fuck..." Justin said as the car pulled up. The paparazzi were there and waiting. Neither of us had a huge problem with it, but Rachel tended to act like a three year old.

"I'll go first" Justin said.

"If you go in without me they'll say worse things!" she yelled.

"So can I walk you in?"
"No!"
"Then what the hell am I supposed to do?" he asked.

"How about not argue in a car when they're taking pictures!" she said.

"The windows are tinted!"
"I don't care!"

I opened my door and tried to push my way out. They weren't after me so it didn't matter, but I couldn't exactly just leave them there.

Opening Rachel's door I held her arm as she covered her face with her jacket.

"Stop it!" she yelled from behind the fabric. I prayed that someone wasn't videotaping, because these moments weren't flattering.

Justin was absolutely no better. He passed his keys off to the valet and tried to catch up with us, but when he heard Rachel complaining he got angry too.

"Give us a fucking break!"

"JUSTIN - JUSTIN OVER HERE! RACHEL!"
"Stop it!" she said again. She covered her face into my arm too, which meant that all shots were ruined.

Rachel's reputation was slowly becoming worse then mine. There were a million YouTube videos of her showing the exact same behavior, and all of them received hundreds and thousands of views. She wasn't the 'bitch' they claimed she was, but she was high maintenance. And that was just another reason why she wasn't going to make a very good prisoner.

The three of us grabbed our room keys and made our way up to the lifts. And this was when Justin said the most obvious clue, and a clue that made me see red.

"Can I get my stuff out of your room?" he asked.

Rachel looked horrified. She remembered that I was there but he didn't.

"You have shit in her room?" I demanded. "Why?"
But there could only be one reason.

"You've been sleeping in her room, haven't you?"
"RANDY!" Rachel screamed. While I tried to find a way to make Justin's head and the elevator doors become one.

I could feel my pulse beating in my fists, my anger beating in my ears. I didn't know when the doors closed or when they opened, but before I knew it the production crew were pulling me off.

"Did you sleep with her?!" I shouted. I knew I was being filmed but I didn't care.

With blood trailing down over his lip, and his eyes glaring tight, Justin didn't need to say yes. I knew. I finally knew.

"Randy, wait!" Rachel called after me. I threw the arms off my sleeves and charged towards my room. Then I said possibly the worst thing I've ever said.

"You're a slut" I told Rachel, before slamming the door.

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