Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Six.

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*PRESENT DAY*

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(Ariannas P.O.V)

I made it. I'm finally out of Canada. And in L.A, I'm certainly not complaining I made it into one of the hardest schools to get into. Majors in the medical unit and law. I have everything planned for my future. I like it that way.

I'm here in UCLA. And I couldn't be happier, for the most part. I don't really get to see my friends back at home. So, I mingle around campus. Everyone seems to like my humor, so there's a bonus. 

L.A was a nice and busy city, which was enough for me.

I applied to a ton of colleges, I'd rather be prepared for a let down. Then get my hopes up for my favorite college. I got accepted into the one I couldn't say no to. UCLA has the perfect medical unit, I couldn't turn it down. Although it's my first year, everything is running smoothly as planned.

I was more than happy with this university, from the perfect roommate I have Carly, to the frat houses, to the bomb ass parties and lastly the amazingly attractive frat boys. And luckily, one of them are mine. Alex Adams. I'd been infatuated with him sense the moment I had stepped foot into this place, he wasn't some cocky frat boy. He was sweet, down to earth. All of the above..

I thought it was cute, the way he would make himself look like a complete fool in front of me. The way he acted meant he was nervous around me, and that. Could never make me more swoon over him. After having a dared kiss at a party. We kind of just clicked, started hanging out a lot. He would meet me after my last class, and also walk with me in the morning. We'd laugh, we'd flirt, we would just have fun and that's what I loved the most.

After that I kind of just, well. Fell in love with him. He was perfect, to me anyway. Many girls were swoon over him, and the day we made it official. I couldn't have been happier, that was months ago though. We are still going strong, and not even on a physical connection yet. Considering, he was still a virgin. And I didn't want to rush into things. Anyway, I was actually happy about this. I mean, after graduation. I'd been down in the dumps. Re-living that horrible memory over and over again. When I wanted to forget it and Justin bieber.

Speaking of which. Justin Bieber, Pop star heartthrob. Can you believe that? I never even knew he could sing and all of a sudden he's famous. Which only made it harder to forget about him, Carly was a huge fan. Which was absolutely horrible on my behalf. I didn't want a single memory of him. I hated him. Despised, no longer envied just complete hatred.

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I was in my dorm. Finishing up any work that had to be done for tomorrow, and weeks ahead. I liked things in an orderly way. And If I finished now, I wouldn't have to worry later, knowing the syllabus is the easy way for me. I concentrated on the words filling my head, typing quickly on my laptop. I've got a week worth of all classes work. Done. And I could never be more proud.

"Why do you finish the whole weeks work. In one day anyway?" Carly's face contorted of confusion and disgust, for those of you that don't know who Carly is. She's my roommate.

"Well, It's much better then struggling to get it finished the last day it's due." I pointed an accusing finger, watching as she tilted her head back in laughter. Putting her hands up in defense, she slammed her laptop shut. Starring at me with soft eyes, I turned my attention back to my computer screen. Still feeling her gaze.

"What!?"

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(Justin's P.O.V)

"They hold on tight...

They hold on tight.

Them lips won't let me go. (Won't let me go)"

I couldn't have been more pumped. Adrenaline rushing through my veins, the way the crowd would roar gave me a satisfaction I could never explain. Giving my seductive smile to a girl in the front row, I watched as she jumped and squealed. Finishing the last song, I listen as the crowd roars, I love my fans. And that song was well about the one and only.

"Arianna Smith"

What can I tell you? It was a hit, and it wasn't some emotional song. It was more about, all the moments we spent in our bedrooms. Clothing off, and pleasure in the air.

"Thank you all! I love you!" I shouted, before stepping off stage. I never imagined being where I am today, I didn't even think I would go to college. Now I'm a world teen heartthrob. I wonder what Arianna would think about that, she must have heard... She thought I'd be nothing. But I'm more then she'd ever be.

Now, I've changed. But, I still fuck around with girls. Pleasure at it's finest. I can have any girl I want, I mean. I never thought lowly of girls, my mother always taught me different. But. ever sense my break up with the Selena Gomez.

I haven't been myself. I've never been in love. I've never cared so much about a person. It was all supposed to be some publicity thing, but feelings got thrown into the mix. And I fucked up. But so did she, and the drugs, the sex, the using of girls is my way of forgetting about her.

It's my distraction.