Beauty Inside

Chapter 6

Justin's POV

Summer. The name I couldn't get out of my head.

It's been a week since she spilled my beer. A week since she stormed out my house. And a week since she slapped me. But it's been a week since I saw her beautiful eyes. A week since I saw her stunning smile that could light up a room. Summer had managed to get herself in my head, and I didn't know how to forget about her. I've tried everything. I played basketball, did some driving, went to the skate park, I even sang some songs about fucking bitches and getting money(I know. It sounds stupid, but it sounded like a good idea at the moment)... But she was still there.

I've been laying on my bed for about five hours trying to figure out what to do. Should I see her again? A part of me said no. But even a bigger part was begging, eating my insides for me to just catch a glimpse of her one more time.

But what would I say? What would I do? I couldn't just go up to her and say "I just came to tell you that I can't stop thinking about you and I'm going crazy because all I keep seeing is you and nothing else." Well, I mean I could. But I ... I just can't.

I was stuck in a hole that I dug myself too deep in and I didn't know how to dig myself out.

Maybe I just need to apologize to her! Yeah that has to be it! I just feel so guilty about the way I treated her, and that's why I can't get her out of my head.

I got up from my bed and decided to get dressed for the day, walking towards my closet. Now my closet is something I am very proud of. I would say I had about 1000 different pieces of clothing in here that I could choose from. But I had to look nice and clean, yet casual. I finally decided on a nice white button up shirt, and some jeans. I walked over to my mirror to approve of my attire to only be distracted by my messy hair. I am very cautious about how my hair looks. My hair has to be a certain way. It must be perfect. No ifs, ands, or buts.

After making peace with my hair, I walked into my kitchen, filling up a cup of coffee. Taking a sip, I started thinking about how I was going to apologize. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and took a seat on the stool and started writing.

I'm sorry I was such a jackass on Saturday, I just really like my beer.

Wow. I really do sound like an asshole.

Hello summer. I'm writing to you to apologize for the way I acted on Saturday evening.

No, sounds too formal.

Dear Summer, I'm sorry I tried to have sex with you, you're just so-

I crumbled up my paper and threw it in the trash. Instead I grabbed my car keys and left my house driving to Summer's place.

...

After about 30 minutes of driving around, trying to recognize the route I took last time, I finally found her house. I pulled into her driveway and got out my car, locking the door behind me. As I started walking to her door, I froze halfway and quickly turned around and got back in my car.

"Come on Justin. It's not that hard! Just go to the door and ask to speak to Summer." I said to myself.

Wait.

Shit.

I can't just walk to her door. What am I supposed to say if she didn't open the door? "Hello, I'm Justin Bieber, and I would like to speak to Summer because I spilled beer on her and then tried to make a move on her. Can I come in?" Yeah right.

I sat in my car debating for about 20 minutes whether or not to go talk to her. I finally convinced myself to just suck it up and be a man. I stepped out the car closing the door behind me and made my way to her front door. I rang the doorbell, and waited for about a minute, rocking back and forth on my heels, waiting for someone to answer.