Chapter Two: The Truth

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JUSTIN'S P.O.V

I know what you're thinking. Why do I hate Miley? Well, truth is because I know Miley has so much talent. If she actually becomes a hit, she might just be better than me. I can't have that happening. Especially not now, that I was caught drag racing and with an expired license.

I knew that I had to think of a plan to go all out with my fans and make the media understand that I am the best.

Then it hit!

There's going to be a vanity fair 2 days from today. I was invited, but I wasn't really looking forward to it. Now, I can go to the vanity fair in a very classy suit and impress everyone.

'@justinbieber: going to the Vanity Fair in 2 days. Hope to have a nice time.'

I shut my phone off and put it back in my pocket as I walked to the studio.

"And here is the microphone and the other headphones," I heard someone talking which sounded like Scooter.

Who was he talking to?

"That's so cool. When can I start recording music?" Oh great. It's Miley. What is she doing here?

I entered the studio as everyone's eyes were on me. Not only was Scooter there with Miley, but so was Dj Tay James, Nick, and Usher.

Removing my shades, I walked over to Usher and gave him a bro hug.

"I have a new song to record," I said blankly while I entered the small room where the mic and headphones were.

"Do you mind getting out?" I growled at Miley, as she rolled her eyes and got out into the main part of the studio.

She gave Usher a hug and sat down next to Nick and Tay James.

"What song JB?" I heard Scooter say through the headphones.

"Let's do 'Looking For You,'" I answered back as I eyed Miley and she looked away.

I heard the song begin to play. I adjusted the headphones tight so that they wouldn't fall out.

"Yo where the party?"

After a couple hours, I stopped the song and finished off some that I wasn't able to.

"Okay, well if you need me, I will be showing Miley to her hotel room which is one door away from yours Justin." Scooter said with a sort of smirk on his face as Miley rolled her eyes.

"You know, if you keep doing that, that's how your eyes are going to stay." I pursed my lips and told her what I thought.

"You don't demand me Bieber," she said back with a tone of sassy on her.

She walked out as I made a face at her.

"What's with you?" Usher asked while turning off the mic and the headphones.

"She's such a piss-off. She's so annoying and rude," I complained to Usher about Miley.

"You hardly know the girl. She seems really nice. You don't have to be rude about it," he said back with a lecture.

"She wants to steal my fame. She's just like Selena," I said remembering the time Selena embarrassed me on national tv.

"Not every girl is the same bro. Sorry to tell you this, but I really like Miley. I actually talked to her about a collaboration," he said opening the studio door to leave.

"Are you serious?"

He just nodded and got in his car to drive off.

Why does everyone like this girl? I'm going to have to change something very important. She's not going to be bigger than me. I'm the biggest and the best.

Good bye Miley Cyrus.

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