Lost in love

8. Clowns

>The song for this chappy is Roger Rabbit by Sleeping with Sirens<

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       Justin's P.o.v

  After Chris dropped me off at my place, I walked in and saw Selena just sitting on the couch like it was all good, and looked like she was waiting for me to come back? “What are you doing here? And how'd you get in?” I said. She looked at me with lost eyes, than smirked. “Scotter called” she said before getting up, walking to the kitchen.

I followed her, and then saw Scotter and the rest of the crew. Am I missing something?!

“Hey guys.... Not to sound rude but what are you doing here?” I looked like a lost puppy by now. “Management called, they told us that they had some news for us” Scotter said plainly. I’m a little nervous now.

“I'll meet you guys there” I said getting the keys to my car, I hopped in and drove with thoughts funning through my head.

       A few minutes later

I was still driving to Management, until I saw a girl familiar to me but sill beeped the horn, I was so close to running over... Angie?

I quickly got out of the car and called out her name. “No Justin, leave” her words sounded weak, I shook my head and jogged by her side. She pushed me away with her free hand; the other hand was on her cheek. I tried to get her small hand to let go of her cheek, but she just kept slapping my hand away.

I huffed and ran a hand threw my hair “c'mon” I said leading her in my car. She just walked in the car and shut the door, waiting for me to get in also, “Well than”

I jogged over to the driver’s seat and drove to Management. While driving in silence, I noticed Angie finally removing her hand from her cheek. When I saw the bruise on her fragile cheek bone, I pressed the brakes making the whole car Holt forward. “What the hell?” she said looking forward.

“Who did that to you?” my fist are balled up, knuckles turning white, I gripped onto the steering wheel and looked over to Angie looking at my fist in horror. “Tell me” I growled, it only caused her to flinch. “Sorry” I mumbled, I was still waiting for an answer. “It doesn’t matter Justin, it's over with” she looked away. “No, I won't just drop it, look at yourself” I said, rubbing the bruise on her cheek with my thumb softly. “I can't” she said. Sighing I began to drive again “I'll find out one way or another” and I promised those words. The car was completely silent. “Where are you headed?” I heard her soft voice. “Management” I said still looking ahead.

        Angie’s P.O.V

 My right cheek hurt very badly. But I tried not to whine out loud. I really wasn’t in the mode for management; I mean I’ve been there with my brother once. And it is straight up hell. Like all they do is just bossing your life around, like your some toy. I sighed and looked out the window, should I tell Justin? I finally decided to do so, because if I don’t then he would go all Sherlock on me. We finally made it to the 12 story glass building, Justin hid me from the paparazzi, and we were inside. I saw the whole Bieber crew “Hi?” they all waved.

“What is she doing here?” I heard the screeching voice of my old dear friend, Selena Gomez. Justin looked down at me “What?” I was confused. “Is it alright if you stay here, then I’ll take you home” “I’ll just call for a cab, Justin, don’t worry” “No, I want to take you, now stay” he walked with his crew to the elevator, I put my hands under my chin like dog paws “woof”