Filming the bad boy

Chapter Twelve

I knew Justin was bad boy. Yes he was the football captain but he did dumb shit. Party, drink, drugs. He did it all, and probably even more. But i guess thats what attracted me, and seeing him at the dance tonight was probably going to kill me, but i knew this was going to happen. Deep down inside i felt it coming. 

Justin didnt want me. It kinda made me have hate towards him ya know? Like i hated him because he chose Jasmine over me. I hated him because he didnt look at me how he look at her, or just because he didnt want me. 

I use to hate him because i didnt know his heart, and now that i do, its hard to un know his heart. Anyways Demi and her date came over to get me for the dance, we took some pictures and walked outside and stood in the yard to take more pictures. I looked over at Justin house and seen him standing behind Jasmine taking pictures. I turned away quickly so he wont catch me starring. "We should get going." I said, i gave my mom a kiss and held my camera tight to me and walked to the car.

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"I dont like these things." I said as we walked into the huge gym.

"Listen Selena its our senior year, enjoy yourself for one night." She said.

"I wish." I said holding up my camera. She rolled her eyes. "Really Sel?" 

"Extra Credit points, trust me the yearbook would pay big bucks for these stupid dance pictures."

Demi shrugged her shoulders and i left her and her date to go take the pictures.

I mean im not here with the guy i want to be here with so why not?

I began taking action shots of people on the dance floor which was funny because half of our school didnt know how to dance.

Every picture i took everyone seemed so happy. It made me smile a little ya know. I turned away from the dance floor and someone bumped into me.

My camera dropped to the floor and busted open. My heart dropped, I looked up and seen the person i bumped into. 

Jasmine. 

"What the fuck?" I say. She smriked,

"Oops."

"Wow you find this shit funny?" I said.

"Very funny." 

Justin walked over. "Woah Selena what happened to your camera."

"Your fucking girlfriend just broke my camera." i said. "Someones gonna have to pay. This was a special ass camera to me."

My dad brought me that camera when i was 10, obviously i didnt know how to use it then but it was such a expensive camera i only brought it out on special occasions. 

"No ones gonna pay for your shitty camera." Jasmine said.

Justin stepped in between me and Jasmine.

"Your gonna let this bitch talk to me like that?" I asked Justin.

He swallowed hard and looked at Jasmine, then he looked at me. Then thats when he did it, he stepped on the camera shattering it in smaller pieces. I looked down at it in shock, then i looked back up at him and Jasmine, and next thing i know my hand quickly flew across his face turning it red and making his head move a direction.

"Your a dick." A small crowd noticed out encounter and was in shocked that i just slapped him.

I got down still standing on my heels and started picking up the broken pieces of my camera as they stormed away. I was right. Justin was pure evil. A bad boy.

"Need help?" A guy asked. I looked up and noticed Beau. "Uh no im fine." I said standing back up with broken camera pieces in my hand.

"You dont look like your fine." He said and rubbed the tears off my face. At least i had expensive make-up on so it won't rub off.

"Look i seen what happened with Justin and i just wanna say with Jasmine he can be a jerk sometime."

I nodded. "Ive noticed. Can you help me find a plastic bag or something?"

He nodded and went away on a search. I looked around to find Justin it took me a while but their i seen him. Jasmine was distracted from him talking to her friends but his eyes. They starred at me deeply and truly. I could feel my eye water a little more.

"Here we go." Beau said returning and i put all the pieces in the small store plastic bag.

"Thank you so much." I said. I hugged Beau and he hugged me back. "I dont like seeing you hurt. And by the way you look beautiful tonight." I blushed. "Thank you. So do you?" I said out as a question. He chuckled. "Thanks. Would you care to dance?"

"I would love that."