Lost Without You (Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 2-Unordinary

School was always same-old same-old: Boring. Lonely. Depressing.

My whole life was boring. It was the same thing every day — go to school, talk to no one, get laughed at or looked at funny, hear kids gossip about me, eat lunch alone, walk home, do homework, eat dinner, play with Ricky for a little bit, do more homework, and then go to sleep just so that my mind could be filled with horrid images of terrifying nightmares. I constantly had nightmares about Bryce, or being raped, or being beaten up — or being raped/beaten up by Bryce. And that was pretty much normal at this point. My day was the same cycle stuck on repeat.

Except this day was different.

After that whole thing with Justin in first period, he didn't try anything the whole rest of the day. He didn't seem like himself. Girls threw themselves at him, and he did absolutely nothing! I didn't get what was going on with him.

All day I avoided his gaze. His eyes were locked on me in class inquisitively, like he was attempting to figure me out. I felt weird.

"Yo, Cruz!" a football player named Jason shouted. "You get my text this morning?"

I refused to meet his gaze, holding my head down and beginning the walk home.

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It was ten o'clock at night. I had just finished my homework and was checking my Twitter before going to bed. I started crying because I saw pictures of Bryce kissing his new girlfriend, kids from school tweeting shit about me, more stuff about Bryce...

Okay, in case you haven't noticed, I mention him a lot. I just missed him so much: his hugs, his kisses, his strong arms that held me tight, giving me the illusion that they would never let go, his sweet face, his "I love you" texts... I just missed him. He was the best thing that ever happened to me and I lost him. It was my own fault. I let him walk out on me. He didn't deserve someone like me; he deserved so much better. Yeah, he was a stinking douchebag but I was just trash. I didn't even deserve someone like him, but I still loved him. I couldn't just let go and it killed me every day being without him. No one understood.

Suddenly I got a call from an unknown number.

"Hello?" I breathed, slightly annoyed.

"I-Is this Diana?" I heard a quiet, calm voice ask. It sounded like a guy. But not just any guy. This voice I recognized. However, I couldn't figure out just whose it was. One thing was for sure: he seemed nervous.

"Yeah. Who is this?"

"Uhm... Just a... A friend from school ..." the voice stuttered.

Yeah, not creepy at all.

"So... What'd you call me for?"

Nobody calls me. Ever. There's gotta be a freaking reason.

"I... I uh... Uhm..."

Silence for a minute or so.

"Okay, I'm sorry but I'm hanging up now..." I said coldly.

"Wait!" They quickly replied.

"What?" I snapped back a little too quickly.

"I just... I was just wondering..."

Here it comes. This is when they ask me for sex. Horny little pervs.

I sighed. "Yeah?" I asked bitterly.

"H-how are you doing? You seem sad all the time."

...Not the question I was expecting. I furrowed my eyebrows a bit. "Oh, uh..." I sniffled and took a deep breath as the tears filled my eyes again. I choked back the tears. If I started crying, there'd be no going back. I put on a fake smile to help get me in the mood. "I'm fine, just... Tired."