Dark Blue (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Ch. 21 -Out of Place

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I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and rolling my shoulders back, staring blankly at the bleak brown gym door.

After a moment of standing there, I took a step forward and pushed open the door, walking through it back into the gym, where the chorus of S&M by Rihanna was currently blasting.

I stood there awkwardly for a moment, glancing around in search of any of my friends or people I even relatively knew.

I hesitantly took a few steps forwards on my obnoxiously high heels, looking around yet again.

I had just spotted Becca, who was dancing with Chaz and Leah, and I had barely taken two steps in their direction when someone came up behind me and touched my shoulder.

"There you are!" Natasha's voice came. "I've been looking for you everywhere!"

I turned around to face her, my lips parted the merest bit. "Oh, hey!" I said, smiling at her.

"Hey!" She replied back. "Yeah, I went to go dance with some other people when the slow song came on, and when I came back, you and Greg were gone."

"Oh." I stated, giving a nervous giggle. "Yeah, I had to go to the bathroom." I began searching around then, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I don't know where Greg went, though..." I trailed off.

I turned back to face her, only to be met with the sight of her standing there with her arms crossed, a smirk evident on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"Nice sex hair." She commented, stifling a snort.

I froze, staring at her. "What?" I said, my hands flying to the top of my head. I began quickly finger-combing my hair, self-consciously attempting to make it look perfect.

"Yeah..." She trailed off, smirking at me with amusement.

"Are you serious? Does it look okay now?" I asked worriedly, continuing to finger-comb my hair.

Natasha reached up and brushed the top of my head, fixing my hair. "There." She stated, pulling away. "Now it looks fine."

"Thank you." I said.

She nodded.

There was a pause before a sly grin spread across her face. "So you went to the 'bathroom', huh?" She said, smirking.

I gave her a puzzled look for a moment.

She suddenly looked exasperated. "Did you and Greg go off somewhere and make out or something?"