Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Eighteen.

(Arianna's P.O.V)

"Well, I'm glad to call you Justin's new girlfriend Miss. Brooks."

This has to be some sick joke, me and him aren't even considered friends. Hell, I don't know what you would consider us. But me and him? In a relationship? Oh no.. that would never end well we bicker constantly, he's a pain in my ass. And oh let me not forget his a pain in my fucking ass!

"What!" I finally allowed myself to screech. Justin's eyes widening. I am close to lunging across this table and attacking this women, this delinquent women. We could never pull of being in love, it just wouldn't work it wouldn't.

"Arianna." Justin warned, I huffed sitting back down in my seat. I am going to have a freak out, I can't handle dating him. I can't handle the constant flashes in my face, being followed so everyone can know what you're doing every step of the way.

"We want you to date, Justin. Only for maybe a year or less we haven't decided. Just whatever gets the paps away from him. They will eventually be bored with the fact that he's in a real. Well fake, relationship."

"No, no you don't understand. I can't deal with the flashing lights and the constant screams. I don't think I can do that." I growl, fame was never for me. I mean maybe it has it's perks but it sucks you away, into a world where you think you're better than everyone else.

"We don't care, sweetheart."

I gasped, frowning. This woman was such a bitch, and I swear if we were just on the streets. I would show her how scummy and bitchy I can really be.

"Look, we are management. We make the rules, and now you are a part of them. You do understand, if you don't do this. Justin will loose us as management. Which means, he could lose his job, his fans, his money. Everything.."

"There are better girls!" I shout, I'm getting angry really quickly. Justin's just sitting here watching everything unfold. I can't be his girlfriend I just can't.

"You both made the mistake, you both fix it. Arianna go with Amy to sign your year contract with us."

Bloody hell. How can they not take no for an answer, I mean Justin would get his consequences not me so I don't have to do this. But the caring part of me, means I can't let Carly down. His fans down, I could give two shits what happens to him.

"Fine." I sigh in defeat rising from my chair, and following the other bitch to sign this damn year contract. Putting up a fight wasn't going to do much, all of these people were plain rude. I don't understand why anyone would want to be in this business. All's they care about is money.

After signing everything, I walked out of the small area. To find Justin, scooter and Carly starring at me wide eyed. I was more than angry, I was beyond angry. I was so angry that I could cry out of anger. That doesn't happen to me not a lot.

"Look-"

"Save it!" I spat, I coudn't believe he dragged me into this. I wanted to give him another nice punch right in the face, I can throw a punch I know that. But unfortunately for me my hand was still sore from the last, I got dragged into this mess for what.

"Maybe you shouldn't have called me last night." He gritted through his teeth, I sighed. Okay, maybe it is partially my fault.

"Whatever, fucking call me for the details on this stupid shit." I cussed, yanking Carly away and continuing to cuss under my breath. Fuck this shit.

(Justin's P.O.V)

I had to keep my anger to a low back there, Arianna did nothing to control hers though. Which, could have been a huge fucking mistake. She has no idea what this company can do, they can sue her for some shit she probably didn't even do. Or make up some lies, I hate management but I have no choice in the matter.