Forbidden Love (Justin Bieber FanFiction) {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

Many thoughts are coursing through my mind. Thoughts that I think about every single day. And these thoughts became words I hear every day. And I always wished that they could stop or slowly disappear over time. But they won't seem to.

"You are worthless."

"No one likes you."

"You are nobody."

These words replayed in my head over and over. I hear these words every day, and they impact me more each time. I let out a hitched sigh, trying not to cry.

I laid on my bed, my face facing towards the ceiling. I had a difficult time going to sleep last night. Its been like this for a few days now. I would always stay up late at night, just staring up at the roof, my mind wandering off into space. I let out a groan as I flipped my body so I was on my side. I closed my eyes and forced myself to go to sleep, for just a few minutes, which it still didn't work out.

"Rose! Time to get up!" I heard my mom shout from downstairs. I rolled my eyes, ignoring her. I could hear her stomping her feet up the stairs case.

"Ugggh... five more minutes mom!" I shout back. I put my pillow on my head, covering my ears. After a few minutes, I smiled in triumph when she didn't shout back at me. As I was about to go back to sleep, the door slammed open.

"Get up now! You are going to be late for school!" My mom yelled so loud that my eardrums almost popped. She walked to my bed and removed my blanket, making my skin exposed to the cold air in my room.

"Hey!" I jumped up and looked at her. " I was sleeping!" I tried to reach for the blanket, but she pulled it out if my reach.

"Get up! And I won't tell you again! You are going to be late!" She shouts louder, glaring at me.

" Okay! Okay! I'm up! You don't have to fricking yell!" I sat up so my long legs were over the bed. I made a fist with my hands and placed them on my face, rubbing my eyes.

"Don't use that tone on me, young lady!" She yells.

"Why do you always yell at me! Dang! I'm going to get ready!" I said, getting off of my bed walking to the bathroom. "Ever since dad died you start acting like a jerk to me! I hate you!" I slammed the door shut. I walked and stood by the mirror, staring at my reflection.

It's not been easy living with just my mom. Ever since my dad died in a car accident, it was difficult for both of us. She worked so many jobs that I lost count. Ever since his death, all she would do is to yell at me at everything I do and she is never home. Most of the time.

I look at myself in the mirror one last time. I sighed, poured some toothpaste on my toothbrush, and brushed my teeth. I quickly rinsed my mouth and brushed my puffy, black, uncontrollable hair into a high ponytail. When I finished, I got out of the bathroom and head towards my room.

I sighed in relief when I saw that my mom wasn't in my room anymore. I looked through my closet to find a cute outfit to wear. I finally decided to wear skinny jeans, a brown sweatshirt, and to complete the outfit, I wore brown sandals. I grabbed my backpack, my purse, and my phone and rushed downstairs to the kitchen.

"Bye, mom! I'm going to-" As I turned to the corner she wasn't there. Only a note on the table. I walked to the table and grabbed it.

Went to work. Won't be home until tomorrow. Don't be late! ~Mom

"Jeez, thanks mom, not even an 'I love you'..."

I crumple the note and threw it in the trash. I rushed out of the front door of my house, slamming it closed behind me. I jogged down the three steps towards my car. I sat on the driver's side and opened my purse for the keys. I jammed my hand inside my disorganized purse, ramming through it, trying to find my stupid keys. Once I found it, I took it out of my purse and jammed it into the ignition, put the car in reverse and drove off. I looked at the clock. It's 7:46.

"Damn! I'm going to be late!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Come on!" I yelled to the slow car in front of me. I drove around it and raced along the road. Once I finally made to the school, I saw that there were still some kids outside. I sighed in relief, I want late. I drove around the student parking lot, trying to find a parking space. But, by my luck, I will probably find none by now. Then I found one upfront, but there's a small catch.

Justin Bieber's Ferrari 458 Italia was parked right next to it. And there he was with his no-good, slutty girlfriend, Alyssa, along with his little clique. Justin and Alyssa looked up, glaring at me. Alyssa rested her chin against Justin's shoulder, whispering to Justin. I averted my gaze, staring right up ahead. At the corner of my eye, I saw Alyssa whispering something into Justin's ear. Once she pulled away, an evil smirked formed across Justin's face.

"You've got to be kidding me..." I groaned. I threw my head back, hitting the back of my seat. Please tell me there is another parking space...

Yea there is... if you want to be late, go ahead and park all the way in the back.

At least it's 1,000 times better than parking by Justin.

Want to know why I don't want to park next to Justin? It's not because we used to date and it's awkward to see each other. No. Heck no! It's because he is my bully. He bullied me for 4 years, for a reason his friends told him years ago. He made my life like hell all of those years. Including his friends. I tried my best to avoid them, but it was impossible to do. They would hurt me, physically and mentally. I suffered so much that it's hard to explain.

A car behind me honked their car horn, making me snap out of my thoughts. I turned the stirring wheel to the left so I was going into the parking space, so I was out of the other cars' way. I stomped on the brakes, making the car screech to a halt. I could hear the laughter coming from my left side. Behind the window, I can hear Justin's laugh, it was more audible, recognizable than the others. I rested my head back, gripped the stirring wheel tightly with my hands. I snapped my eyes shut.

What am I going to do?

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