Life With Him---UNDER CONSTRUCTION

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16:

*About 2 years go by. Justin is 15, so is Kaylin. Justin's single 'one time' is a success. He has also released his first album 'My World'*

Kaylin's P.O.V:

"Love me , Love me, say that you love me. Fool me Fool me, oh how you do me," I sang as the song was ending. It ended but I replayed it.

Oh, how I love this song..

Actually I love all the songs on this album. But my favorites are One Less Lonely Girl, Love me and Favorite Girl.

I finished singing and turned around at the sound of clapping. Usher was standing right there.

Great...that was embarrassing

"I never knew you listened to Justin's songs. I thought you were sick of listening to him sing around the house!" Usher laughed.

Yeah well his perfect voice is something I'll never get sick of. He's my boyfriend for crying out loud. He sings songs to me every night before I go to sleep. How am I supposed to get sick of that?! It would mean being sick of my own boyfriend, ha. 

"Um, I like his songs actually. They're pretty catchy," I admitted.

"Okay, okay, " he smiled. "By the way your singing: it's unbelivable!"

"Thanks" I replied. He then went on to tell me how he'll leave me alone, in peace, and then he left. 

Me and Justin have been dating and having this whole relationship thing going on for two years now. Ever since that night with the game we played: seven minutes in heaven. 

This is honestly the longest relationship I've ever thought I would have. Which is pretty damn awesome if you ask me. 

I walked across my bedroom, sat on my bed and I sighed. I mean it was hard keeping a secret for two years from about every damn person. Chaz and Ryan are the only people who know about us. 

I've talked to Justin about this. He's the one that thinks it's better we don't tell. But me, I really don't care. Well I kinda maybe, somewhere deep inside of me, want to tell the whole world. Then maybe people will back off of him. He's always having little parties where some girls come over and kiss him, on the cheek of course, but still. I don't know. It gets to me.

I think he wants to keep it a secret because of his fans. But I mean how many does he have? He can't have that many right? 

Urgh. Who am I kidding? He's the best guy ever. He's so talented and sweet.  How can he not have  a million fans? Magazines have made effin posters of him because of all the fans. I bet about half the population of woman like him already!

Oh good lord. If Justin has so many fans, young and old, what if he leaves me for someone? What if one day he decides to walk out on me and get with some fourty year old stripper.

Or worse: a fifteen year old slut.

I mean, he can literally have any damn women he wants in this world, so why would he choose me? He could have a whole pile of women waiting for him. There's obviously someone out there, who's I don't know, "better".

Great. Now I'm insecure about our relationship. What if he's cheating on me?! I'll just go talk to him. I don't think I can live with this thought in my mind. I shut out all my thoughts and started working on my homework. 

School has been interesting. Both Justin and I are being homeschooled. With the rough scedule and everything, Mom thought it would be better if we were both just homeschooled. 

I tapped my pen on my paper. Who was the sixteenth president? Ugh. History in the United States was so much harder than Canadian history. Why do I even have to know this? I doubt I'm gonna major in history one day...

And plus, I'm practically learning first grade material, when I should be learning things an actual sophmore in high school should be learning. I groaned as I skimmed through my notes from last class.

Abraham Lincoln. Score. 

I quickly wrote down my answer and moved to next one. I was having a test next class on this crap so I better be ready. 

After an hour passed by I had already finished my chemistry homework and then moved on my geometry. As i started on the first math question, though, my thoughts of Justin crept back into my head and I couldn't take it anymore. I slammed my math boook shut and stood up. 

I walked over to Justin's room. The door was already open so I walked to find Justin blow drying his hair.

"Hey Mr. Perfect hair!" I said while laughing.

"Hi," he smiled. "Cant resist this hair can you?"