Beauty Inside

Chapter 15

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Justin's POV

"I'll call you later tonight." I gently placed a kiss on Summer's forehead hoping she would understand that I'm sorry. I threw a couple hundred dollars on the table, enough to cover dinner and the damage, before leaving the table.

Storming through the door, I was instantly swarmed by an enormous group of paparazzi. Using my arm to cover my face, I pushed my way through the crowd finding the valet.

"Where's my car?" I impatiently asked.

"Sir, I can get it for you!"

"It's fine! I'll get it myself."

"But Mr. Bieber it's my job to get -"

"Just fucking tell me where my car is!" I raised my voice, getting everyone's attention who wasn't already watching me.

"It's d-down the road, f-first corner to your r-right." The man stuttered in fear, handing me my keys.

Just as I was about to make a run for my car, I was distracted by a too familiar voice calling my name.

"Justin! Wait! Please!" I turned around to find Summer, running after me. It only took seconds after she was out the door, before the paparazzi was able to put two and two together, surrounded her with those fucking blinding flashes.

"Justin?" I heard her yell. Trying to push off the paparazzi and fans around me, I made my way to Summer, reaching my hand out for hers.

"Summer! Grab my hand!" I reached for her, pulling her hand towards me, as we both ran to my car. If anyone were to watch us from the other side of the street, you would've thought that we were a game of temple run; the crazy, psychotic monkeys --oops, I mean paparazzi-- chasing after us.

Still holding on to Summer's hand, I pulled her around the corner to where all the vallet cars were parked. Spotting my red fararri way to easily, we both ran for it, quickly jumping inside.

Catching our breaths, I started up the car, making sure my engine was really loud trying to scare of the paps. But this damn group of paparazzi didn't even budge!

They were engulfing the car, bombarding both of us with their stupid questions that I never answer.

"Give us a kiss will ya?"

"Justin how did you meet?"

"What's the girls name?"

"What about Selena?"

The questions were never ending, and it seemed like we weren't making any progress moving either. Honking the horn, I tried my best to get the paparazzi out the way, with the help of some of my security, pulling some of them off me too.

One man in particular just wouldn't move. He looked pretty young to be in the business. He was obviously dumb hence the fact that he chose to sit on the hood of my car. My car! He must be a rookie around here.

"Hey Justin, I bet chocolate taste really good. I trade you for it! How about, ten bucks? Maybe less." the young annoying, ass, fuckery of douche said.

Out of instinct, I got out of the car, walking towards the guy, giving him a full blow to the right cheek.

"Talk about her like that ever again. I dare you! Watch what happens." I tried lunging back at him, but security was dragging me back to my car making sure I didn't do anymore damage.

I got into my car, slamming the door shut, before I rammed my foot on the gas, no longer caring about running them over. Fortunate for them, they all moved out the way. I speed off, driving somewhere close to 100 mph down the street of California, before pulling to the side of a random dirt road. I was way too furious at the moment, and I knew that if I drove any longer like that, it wouldn't end well.