•DISCONTINUED• As Long As You Love Me

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten:
Jennifer's Point Of View:

"Pick a number one through ten." I said. 

"Seven." Justin guessed. I was about to shake my head, but it was exactly what I guessed. "I'm right, aren't I?" He winked. 

I rolled my eyes. "Pshh, no. It was three." I lied. 

"Yea, yea," He swiftly wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me toward his chest. "I win. Now give me my prize." He said. I smiled, and leaned in, kissing him quickly. He pouted when I pulled away. "Too short." 

I shrugged. "You said a kiss. I gave you a kiss." I smirked. He smiled, kissing my cheek. I blushed, looking down at my heals, finding them interesting. 

"You're a cutie," He took my chin in his fingers, having me look up at him again, and kissed my cheek once more. 

"Stop making me blush." I whined. He laughed. 

"Why?" 

"Because, I look like a tomato." I said. He shook his head, poking my cheek.

"I think you look cute." He told me, making me blush even more. 

"Shut up," I turned around in his arms, but he held me tightly, hugging me from behind. I giggled, and tried to wiggle out of his grip. "Everyone is going to be looking for you, Justin." I told him. 

He turned me around to face him. "Why do you always say everyone is looking for me? Why don't you ever say us?" He asked. I shrugged. 

"Because they will all be worried about you, Mr. International Pop Star." 

"But you are Little- Miss. Scooter Brauns daughter, who is also a singer, and probably soon to be model. They are worried about you if they're worried about me." He said. I shook my head. 

"I don't think so." I said. 

"Yea? Well I do." He told me, seriousness in his voice. I shrugged.

"Eh, whatever. It's not really important. They'll find me, if they're looking for you, and vise versa. Plus," I wrapped my arms all the way around his neck. "I'm hungry. So we should get inside." I said. 

"Alright." He agreed, kissing me quickly before we began walking inside to the venue. I felt myself frown slightly. It's like we're hiding.. Us. Even though I don't know what us is right now. I mean.. We're dating. We've been on a couple of dates, so we're dating. But, I don't think anyone knows. 

Are we hiding whatever we are? 

I mean, we're always going away in private when we are going to do anything. Privacy isn't anything bad, honestly. I don't mind it. I just think.. What if Justin wants us to be.. Private? 

That might be a good thing. His Beliebers might not like that. But, we've been together before.. Not really, just for publicity, but still. And they know we're still close. So, they might have expected something? 

I don't even know what i'm saying..

"Don't pout," Justin kissed my forehead. "You'll get wrinkles." He smiled down at me, his hands cupping my cheeks. I smiled back at him, but couldn't stop thinking about what I was thinking before. Justin frowned. 

"What's wrong?" He asked me. 

"Noth-" 

"Don't lie to me. Tell me.." He whispered, his thumb moving on my cheek softly. 

"I'll tell you later." He gave me a look. "I promise." He sighed, but nodded, letting his hands drop. He took my hand, and we walked over to where everyone was.