Chapter 8- The Bieber Talk

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“You got it, I want it, I’ll do whatever it takes. You got it, I need it, your love is what makes my heart break.” You Got It, *NSYNC

Jordan’s P.O.V

“If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you go….”

My phone started going off in the middle of the night. I grabbed my pillow and put it over my head, but that didn’t stop the noise.

I let out a frustrated sigh and then grabbed my phone from the little nightstand. “Hello?” I answered it.

“HEYY SHAWTYYY!!” a very familiar voice said on the other end.

“Oh gosh, Bieber, I will seriously kill you for waking me up in the middle of the night.” I said and turned to my other side. Heather was snoring like a dying pig.

“Woops, I forgot about the time differences. Anyway, I just wanted to call and see how my best friend is doing on her vacation!” he replied innocently.

I shook my head slightly and laughed, “Well it’s going great. We’ve been here for like a week already and it’s been wonderful. We kinda ran into some guys at the airport our first day here because they kind of stole our ride to the hotel, and ever since then we’ve just been getting close to them and they’re really amazing guys.”

“How close?” he asked.

“JUSTIN!” I whisper-yelled. That boy can be so protective when he only like, what? One year older than me? “Look, we’re all just basically friends. Some of the girls are really getting it on with some of the guys though. Rachael finally has a boyfriend and Kat claims that she’s in love.”

“Oh Kat. I miss that crazy Redhead! Well anyway, what about you? Are you hooking up with any of them? How tall is he? I bet I can take him. You know, just in case he hurts you.” he said seriously.

“Look Bieber, I can take care of myself. And I got my girls here, so nothing bad will happen. Plus, his name is Nathan and he’s so sweet. And he’s like 5’9, so good luck with that.” I said and got up to get a drink of water.

“Nathan? As in, Nathan Sykes? From The Wanted?” Justin clarified.

I bent down to take a look in the mini fridge and then realized what he just said. “Umm yeah, you know him?”

“Know him?! Remember, Scooter said that he signed a new British boyband? And they even came out and supported me in South America like a year ago or something?” Justin said, trying to get me to remember that.

I grabbed a water bottle and closed the fridge, “No, I don’t remember that, Popstar. ‘Cause while you were on stage singing to a huge crowd of screaming girls in Latin America, I was still in school getting my exams done.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. Well anyway, I know him and his friends. They’re pretty cool. Good choice Jordan, I approve.” He said.

I took a sip of my water bottle and sat on our little couch in front of the TV. “Thanks for your approval Justin.” I said with a hint of sarcasm. “Now let me get my sleep! Night Popstar!”

“Night shawty! SWAGGYYY!!!!” he said in that childish voice again.

I chuckled and ended the call.

“Well now I can’t even fall back asleep.” I sighed and turned on the TV. I put on TLC and started to watch some Cake Boss.

“Jordan? What are you doing?” I heard Rachael ask. It was dark, but I could tell her eyes were probably half shut and she was full of sleep, by the sound of her voice.

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