Broken Trust

Chapter Fourteen

Justin's POV

Why do I always mess things up with Nichole? If I didn't go out last night then Nichole would be mine right now. I sighed and walked back inside after watching her car speed off into the distance.

I walked in and the girl was sitting down wearing a tight dress and was on her phone. She looked up and saw me walk in.

While standing up she said "Thanks for last night. I had a lot of fun." And winked before walking out.

What the hell is going on in my life right now? Maybe Chaz knows what happened. I pulled out my phone and clicked on twitter first to send out a tweet so my fans know I'm okay. I felt sick to my stomach when I realized that I posted an Instagram post of that girl in my car. She was in the drivers seat wearing my jacket in my yellow Lamborghini. I quickly went on Instagram and deleted the post immediately. I scrolled through all the tweets. Some were funny ones like "You know they're fucking right now" but some were serious like "Who is that bitch wearing his jacket?" I hated those kinds of comments. Sometimes they assume things too quickly and it scares the girl away because they can't handle the hate they get when they're seen with me. But I don't care this time because she's not the girl I need right now. I need Nichole. I clicked on the tweet button and said "Wild night. I have to admit that I regret 99% of it.."

I then clicked on my contacts and called Chaz.

-Conversation-

Chaz: Dude are you okay? I'm surprised you're even awake right now after last night!

Me: What are you talking about? I can't even remember what happened.

Chaz: After you started dancing this brunette girl named Brooke or some shit like that got you even more wasted and you wanted to race cars with me to show off to her and I wasn't that drunk so I decided to just take you home and make sure you didn't do anything stupid but you demanded that you at least drove home with the girl so I let you go and was worried sick that you didn't make it home safe.

Me: Dude. I slept with that girl and Nichole knows.

Chaz: -Laughs- Oh shit you're screwed..

Justin: Whatever dude. Bye

Chaz: -Laughs more-

-End of Conversation-

Suddenly I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and saw two tall men wearing a uniform.

He cleared his throat and said "Mr. Bieber, we have a warrant for your arrest."

I looked at him confused and said "What the fuck? Why?!"

They took a step in and said "Please don't make this harder than it needs to be, Bieber."

He then pulled out some metal hand cuffs and said "You under arrest for a DUI. There's photos of you drinking in the club and then leaving with a girl and you were clearly intoxicated. Is this true, Mr.Bieber?"

I scratched my neck and said "Yes but please don't do this! Please I'm sorry I was being stupid! My fans need me! My beliebers! Please sir!"

He rolled his eyes and said "You wanted to be treated normal and this is normal. You're a punk and I don't like you so don't expect special "Star Treatment"

My voice cracked as I yelled out "Please don't let me go to jail. Everyone will hate me even more!"

They grabbed me and hauled me into the cop car. I sat down and at the silver cuffs on my wrist. I'm an idiot.

I sat in my cell hoping someone would come bail me out but my team is furious and said that I was on my own this time.

I sat there all night alone in the freezing cell. I was isolated away from the other inmates so that nothing would happen to me.

Finally at 8:00 a.m an officer came and said "Mr.Bieber someone has came to bail you out. Your court date is on 1/27/14. I hope you can make it. Have a nice day." and unlocked my cell. They gave me my wallet, phone, and car keys and led me to the front of the police station. Nichole was standing there smiling. She looked happy but tired. There was dark circles under her eyes and she looked like she's been crying. She had on high wasted shorts and a hoodie that I have given her a while ago with some black converse on. She looked over and saw me she stayed quiet and swiped her credit card to pay for the bail fee. My bail was 2,500.. I'm definitely paying her back for this day. I ran over to her and hugged her tightly. She quickly hugged me back. We were in complete silence but I knew that everything was okay between us. She gave me a back hoodie, shorts, sunglasses, and a SnapBack and told me to change out of my orange jump suit. I quickly changed as came back out.

I smiled and said "Thank you so much!"

She nodded and grabbed my hand and we walked out of the police station.

Paparazzi swarmed around us shoving Nichole and my fans to get to me. There was around thirty fans and at least ten paparazzi shoving them while shouting things like: Hey Justin what happened? Is it true that you had sex with that model from the club last night? Are you and Nichole still dating? Did she really cheat on you?

Why did you get arrested?

A fan got shoved to the ground and I quickly helped her up and made sure she was okay.

I kept yelling out "Everyone back up! Give us some space!"

But no one would listen. I opened the door and let Nichole inside my car while everyone followed us. I quickly shut her door and ran around to the other side and let myself in.

Over all the shouts I heard someone say "Why are you still with that whore?"

I completely lost it and said "You better fucking leave her alone befo-"

Nichole grabbed my hand and shook her head sadly and said "Don't. It's not worth it."

Everyone slowly backed away and I raced out of the parking lot to go home. What a long day.