Broken (Justin Bieber)

chapter 23!

he laughs at my reaction, "yes Annet I'm serious." he says as if he did not just waist like 2 thousand dollars on shoes for me.

after like 7 minutes of fighting he wins. I still cannot belive it though.

I go up to the shoe rack and get some jean looking vans. Justin gives me a look

"i already got those for you though." he says.

" I know I want to get these for Louis though.He loves vans and Jordan's but only has vans and a couple of adidas." I explain to him

"wait, wait who's Louis?"

"my brother?" I tell him

"ohh! how old is he?"

"about a year older than you if not the same age I think."

"so he likes vans, Jordan's, and adidas?" he asks

"yeaa. . ."

"alright good to know. good to know."

ok that was weird. For the next 20 minutes we end up buying more matching stuff just for fun. we got matching bracelets, matching shirts, pants, and some cutee matching hoodies.

I take my phone out and look at the time. Oh shit!! soccer practice starts in five!

"shit! I groan

"what?" Justin asks

"im going to be late for soccer practice" I face palm myself

"you play soccer?!" his jaw drops for like the fifth time today. I just nod in reply.

I take my phone out and start dialing the cab number.

"what are you doing?" Justin asks.

"calling a cab."

"what? for what?"

"i need to go practice."

"no don't call a cab ill drive you."

I hesitate but agree to let him give me a ride.

"Justin asked if they could send most of the stuff we bought to his house and he could take them to me when they get there I didn't put up a fight I mean all that stuff take it now especially in my condition no thank you.

we walk out him carrying the couple of bags I have to take home with me. I follow Justin to what looks to be a damn Lamborghini. my jay instantly drops. no fricken way bro.

I while Justin puts my stuff in it and goes to open my door for me I stand there just admiring the beauty.

"you coming?" he snaps me out of my daze.

shanking my head I nod and walk towards him thanking him for opening the door for me.

minutes later we arrive at the school. I walk into the nurses office to get my sports bag. while I'm walking back I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and I'm sure its not from the broken ribs. this is different. I'm also feeling very nauseous. weird.

I shake it off and walk outside. I spot Justin sitting on the grass. I walk towards him and sit next to him.

"What are you doing here?"

"ehh I have nothing to do. so mind if I watch?" he asks keeping his eye sight straight.

"yea suree. but we practice over there." i say pointing to where you can see two goalie nets.

he nods and smiles.

this is honestly very damn weird. I mean like I said its not everyday Justin Bieber asks to go shopping with me nor stay to watch me practice. its not like it bothers me though.