Gummy Bear (Justin Bieber Fanfiction)

Make Me Remember You

"Ahem," I hear a voice from the other side of the counter.

I stand abruptly, banging my head on the cigarette holder ahead. "Shit!" I exclaim, then I grab the bag of gummy bears the person had put on the counter.

"How are you today sir?" I ask. I normally don't ask the customers this, but my manager Daley was in the store watching the cameras.

"Pretty good, and yourself?"

The voice is all to familiar. I look up into the face of Justin Bieber.

"Oh, I guess I'm good."

"Good?" He smirks "You should be feeling fine."

I haven't been a fan of him, I really wasn't. All this crap about him spitting on fans and crap really pissed me off. What human with good morale spits on another person? You don't do that. Ever.

"Your gummy bears cost a dollar and seven cents." I say, not looking directly at him.

He scoffs, hands me a dollar and a dime and goes "So you aren't happy to see me?"

"Listen, I don't know you."

"Cassandra, you don't know me."

I look down at my name tag, then glance back up "No."

"Cassie, we were in the third grade together."

I shake my head "Wrong Cassie. I'm sure I would remember Justin Bieber being in my class."

"Cass, I sat next to you," he says, grabbing the gummy bears off the counter "Our last names fell side-by-side. Bieber then Byrd."

He was really making me feel uncomfortable. Of course I remember him. Who wouldn't remember Justin being in their class? Who is that stupid to not acknowledge the fact that a celebrity was their classmate? Not me. At least I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of knowing that I thought about him.

"Aren't you on your or something with your little groupies, or whatever?" I reply, coming from behind the register. Walking over to the candy aisle to restock the chocolate, I feel his eyes on the back of my legs. I immediately regret wearing the shortest shorts I owned today.

"I'm going to be in Canada for a few months. And groupies? What do I look like?" He asks, slapping his chest hardly. His cherry red t-shirt is too big for his scrawny little self. I know he works out, but he was pretty skinny. And he needs to pull his cargo shorts up.

"You don't want me to answer that question." Snickers go next to the Twix bars, Twix are under the M&M's, and the M&M's are below the Hersey bars. "Is there a reason to why you keep staring at my ass?" I ask, turning to Justin.

"If I call you tonight, will you answer?" He opens the bag of gummy bears and offers me a red one.

I take it out of his hand and shove it into my apron pocket "Probably not. But you can try."

He bites his lip "Could I at least get your number?" He hands my his iPhone 5s.

"Whatever" I roll my eyes, but put my phone number in anyway.

He dials it and my phone rings in my pocket. I take out my white iPhone 4 and answer. "Hello?"

"Just making sure you weren't playing me. I'm going to leave now."

I ignore him and bend over to pick up a bag of Mega M&M's off the floor.

"Damn," he whispers, "I'm serious Cassandra. I'm calling you tonight."

"Okay. Bye." I answer, then walk into the back room. I peek around the corner and watch him sit the bag of gummy bears on the counter, along with a little slip if paper. He leaves, I walk back in.

Cassie, it reads, You remember me. I'm not stupid -Justin.

My knees start to buckle slightly and I nearly topple over onto the floor. Damn, he was sexy. But I'm faking that I don't like him.

"Cassandra!" Daley yells from the chip aisle "There's a red gummy bear over here on the candy aisle."

"Can't you pick it up," I mumble under my breath "I do more work around here than you ever do. When you ever come to work."

"I heard that!"

"Whatever, Daley."

When I look onto the aisle he was on, he looks at me funny "Wassup with you, looking all lovestruck and whatnot."

I look down at my feet, blushing "Do not."

"And wasn't that Justin Bieber? Why didn't you take a picture?"

"Because, I don't like him."

"Who doesn't like Justin Bieber?" He snorts, opening a bag of Ruffles.

"Half the world, I assume."

"You're funny. I'm going home, lock the shop up for me tonight?"

I push a strand of brown hair behind my ear "Do I have a choice?"

"Not really, see you tomorrow, Cass."