Beauty Inside

Chapter 4

Justin's POV

She slapped me.

She fucking slapped me.

She slapped Justin Bieber.

I was mad. No, I was furious. Who the fuck did this bitch think she was? And who was she to reject me? I mean. My eyes get every girl, every time. First, she spills my beer, now she's slapping me? Hell no.

I decided I was too mad, and had to let off some steam, so I took my beautiful baby to a private area I bought just to drive her around.

I took her up to about 180 mph, did some donuts, I felt like I was flying. But every time I stopped driving, she popped up into my head. I couldn't get her out. Shit, I didn't even know her name.

I took out my phone, went on twitter and made a what my beliebers call it "indirect" tweet towards her. I know my beliebers are probably already going crazy thinking it was about Selena, so I made a mental note in my head to text her to clear things up.

The driving was getting boring and my tires couldn't really take anymore. So I decided to scroll through my contacts and click on three of my closest buds. Scooter, Fredo, and Ryan.

Come over and play some ping-pong. I'm in the mood for some ass whooping.

Scooter: yeah, you wish. I'll be over in 20 mins.

Fredo: I'm down.

Ryan: I'll be over soon.

Fredo: hey, do you have any Oreos at your crib?

I made a sharp u-turn, and started driving back home. I didn't really enjoy the silence in my car, so I decided to plug in my phone to listen to my music.

Literally my music. I know it may sound stupid but I actually enjoy listening to myself. Sometimes I do just to admire the work I've accomplished, or I might listen to All Bad whenever TMZ spreads another shitty rumor.

I finally make it home, and pull up into my driveway. Three cars were already parked, so I assumed the boys were already here. I walked in the door to be confirmed by a bunch of yelling and screaming.

"His foot was most defiantly on the line! Come on!" Scooter gets so in the game it's hilarious.

"Yeah, yeah. You're just upset that the Jets are down by 13." Ryan said taking a sip of his beer.

"You guys are a mess," I laugh walking into the kitchen. I come back into the family room throwing a package of Oreos at Fredo. His smile lights up just like a kid who found money under his pillow from the tooth fairy.

"Hey Justin, I know you have three phones, but do you really need another one?" Fredo said chewing down his Oreos.

"What are you talking about? I didn't buy a new one recently?"

"That's not your phone on the counter?" My heart races hoping the phone belongs to her.

Wait. I don't care about girls. I don't care about the phone...

But what if it is hers? I walk to the kitchen to find a white Iphone on the table. I click on the home button, disappointed, when I see this girl in a bikini with long brown hair holding up some peace sign as her background. I put the phone back on the counter and head back to the boys.

"So you guys ready to loose to the Ping-pong champ again?" I say taking a seat on the armrest of my couch.

"I'm putting down $100 that I can win this time. I learned a few tricks." Ryan gets up from the couch with this bright grin on his face.