•DISCONTINUED• As Long As You Love Me

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen:

Jennifer's Point Of View:

"Justin Bieber sleeps with Brazilian Prostitute?"

"Okay, that was way before you got here." Justin defended. I nodded.

"Okay," I shrugged.

"No," He whined. "Don't be mad. You're mad, aren't you." He groaned. "Don't be mad at me. Let's forget everything that happened before, yea? Please."

"I'm not mad." I shook my head as I put down the magazine. "We were broken up. There is no reason for me to be mad." I said.

"But you're disappointed...?"

"Very," I nodded. He frowned. "But, its the past. And I get it. She wasn't ugly." I shrugged.

"Let's forget about that, alright." He asked.

"Sure thing, Bieber."

"Now tell me," He reached into the big bowl full of popcorn, and put four in his mouth. "What have you been up to the last six months?"

I took a sip from my Pepsi can, and put it back on the bedside table. "Nothing much. I've just been relaxing, honestly." I shrugged.

"Well, what happened to that modeling thing from like, two years ago?" He asked.

"Oh... Nothing, really. They seemed to really want me, so when I told them I wasn't really ready for that, they told me there will be a spot for me when I was." I said.

"Well, why haven't you called them?" Justin took a sip of his drink.

I shrugged. "Never really thought of it."

"Well, call them!" He leaned over to grab my phone.

"No, I don't.. I don't think so." I shook my head.

"Why? You'd be perfect for it! Do you know what you would be modeling? Is it swimsuit? Shit, come on, Jen, call." He pressed.

"Someone's hormonal." I rolled my eyes, taking my phone from his hand.

"You're going to call?"

"Yes," He did a little dance in the bed. "Only so they can tell me what I would be doing. If I like it, I'll accept. If not, I'll decline, and never look back." I said, as I texted my dad for the number. He texted back seconds later, and I found myself dialing the number.

"Speaker?" Justin asked.

I giggled, but put the phone on speaker. "Beaú Modeling Agency, how may I help you?" A lady answered.

"Hi, this is Jennifer Braun-"

"Oh, Ms. Braun! I will pass you over to the boss. One moment please." And some waiting music came on.

Justin chuckled. "Its like they expected you to call. Like, when you call, pass you straight over to the boss." He smiled.

I shrugged. "Guess so.."

"Hello?" The music ended.

"Um, hello. This is Jennifer Braun."

"Ah, Ms. Braun. Its amazing to hear from you. I'm hoping you're calling to take on our offer?" She asked.

"Well, I was thinking about it, and I think this might be an amazing opportunity. I was wondering if you can fill me in on what I would be doing. Like what clothes I would be modeling, and stuff like that." I said.

"Oh, of course. If you come to Beaú Agency, you will be modeling all types of clothing. Winter, Spring, Fall... You'd do swimwear," Justin threw his hands up in happiness, and I kicked him off the bed. I stifled a laugh. "We will provide you with a manager, who will get you appointments for photoshoots, and all."