Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Seven.

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(Arianna's P.O.V)

"Just hear me out okay.." 

My eye's narrowed. I knew exactly where this was going, she was going to try and persuade me into doing something I would never do. I refuse, whether I know what she wants or not. I am not doing some ridiculous shit. Not again.

"Oh no you don't." I stop her right there, standing from my bed. Setting my laptop on the bed. I point an accusing finger at her "You do this every time you want something..."

"Oh Come on...  Ari!" She whined, she only used that name when she wanted something, I never went by Ari for short. I always liked the way it sounded, fully. "Please. Just listen!" She begged, sighing in defeat. I took a seat on the desk chair, lifting an eyebrow. Awaiting her explanation.

"A concert.." She said slowly, "That's all I ask is for you to come to a concert with me." She smiles, furrowing my eyebrows. A concert? that didn't seem all that bad, what if it's drake, or oh my god Miguel or Trey songz...

"I'm broke,"

"No! Look, I already have two tickets bought. A friend didn't want them and they're amazing seats. Fourth row!" She waved the tickets in front of my face, a free concert. hmm, doesn't seem all that bad. Grabbing her wrists to stop her from waving them in front of my face any longer my eyes scan the ticket.

My eyebrows furrowing.

"Justin Bieber. You want me to go to a fucking Justin bieber concert." I spoke disbelievingly,

"Yes! Please. I understand you have, well. You have whatever you have against him. But his music isn't bad at all! and I've been dying to go! You're my only option Ari please!" Carly rushed out, a frown covering her face. She knows I don't like him, not particularly why. I would never tell her why, I don't want anyone to know about that affair.

"Fuck, Carly." I groaned, she knows I despise him. His music isn't bad, ok. I'll admit that but I hate him for my own personal reason. No. It clearly isn't because I don't find him attractive. If anything he got even hotter after high school. But. I still hate him.

"Come on!" she began, giving me puppy eyes. "It won't be bad. It'll end before you know! I'll even take you shopping before it. On me." Lifting an eyebrow, I nodded my head slightly. Free shopping also, fine.

"Deal." I sighed, I listened for minutes as she squealed with excitement. I swear she is like a 15 year old girl, crying over her idol. Ugh. Whatever..

I would have to agree either way, and since she offered to take me shopping. I might as well accept now, Carly doesn't take no for an answer. Ever, I am completely serious. No isn't in her vocabulary. Is that good? I don't even know. But this will be a hell of a night.

"It isn't like he'll notice us anyway. There will be tons of screaming girls, we are bound to not get spotted." She reminds me. Fucking hell, fourth row? Come on now..

(That night)

(Arianna's P.O.V)

I wasn't planning on dressing up in anyway, a pair of tight black leggings. And a white tank top. I left my hair in it's natural long waves. I don't own anything, how do I put this. Ugly, baggy. I've always been into fashion I have to accessorize correctly and match my make-up correctly. Other than that. I'm not trying to impress anyone here. I wore light eye liner, top eye liner, mascara. And red lipstick. Once again not to impress anyone it just went with the outfit.

I followed behind Carly, walking in a slow line to our seats. Screams echoed throughout the place, I don't understand the big deal. He's just a guy. Horny little middle schoolers... Shaking my head. I groaned as we finally made it to our seats, I watched as Carly shook with excitement. I will never understand the fuss over Justin Bieber.

"This is so exciting!" She squealed, "maybe, if we're lucky. We could get pick to be OLLG"

Shaking my head, I grabbed my phone out of my back. Typing away to my boyfriend, I was rather bored right now. We've been sitting here waiting for him to come out, how long do we have to wait? Unfortunately, I am always up to date on what's going on in Justin bieber's life. Due to this dedicated fan. I heard he just got out of his two year relationship with Selena Gomez. Fucking cheater...

Distracted on my phone, the crowd roared louder then usual. Glancing up, I watched as he slowly walked out on the stage. Shirtless. Tool. I can't sit here and lie about the fact that he got incredibly fit. I watched, as he danced. And actually sung his heart out. He was good, his music wasn't bad. But the anger fluttered right back to my mind. He betrayed me, to think I started to actually trust him. 

I think during some part of the concert, they take a break right? Well, because he walked off stage. And everyone was still standing there screaming and crying. Looking to my right, Carly was no longer there. What the fuck? Had I actually been paying that much attention to my phone? Looking all around me she was no where in sight, maybe she told me she had to go to the bathroom. And I just didn't hear her. Sliding past people, I mutter a few sorry's and excuse me's. Looking to my right and left, I turn left. And then go straight. Finding some door, these fans are wild. Jogging through it. Jesus Christ. I could have died.

"Carly!" I called throughout the hallway, what was this place. Continuing my running past, until running into a hard body and falling to the floor. Holy fucking shit ow.

(Justin's P.O.V)

"You have ten more minutes. Then you go back for One less lonely girl!" One of the stage managers shout, the concert is halfway over.

"I'm going to grab a water!" I shout at them, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. Looking behind me, I wink at one of the girl assistants. Damn she was cute. Feeling a hard pain running throughout my chest, my gaze hardens.

"What the fuck?' I mutter out in pain,

"Maybe you could watch where the fuck you are going." The girl cried out in pain...

"Arianna?"