Dancing With You. (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 5

Was I really doing the right thing? That question kept ringing inside of me while I was pedaling my little way to Mr. Bieber. I wasn't really sure if I should trust him, especially because he's famous and all, and that I just met him just a while ago. He might be just showing up an act of his, or throwing in a pun, I don't even know if he was gonna be there waiting; sipping hot coffee, making sure he can read the newspaper properly--I don't know if he even does that, but there was a little part of me that actually wanted to go there--I wasn't sure why. The only thing I was sure of was that I can't turn back now, people around me might be wondering why I just turned around for no particular reason. Stuff like that happens here.

I pressed on the breaks easily and slowly, checking if it was safe to land on my feet, and it was. I hopped off and strolled with my bike on the right side of me, bringing out the lock from the basket attached to it. There were so many people in the sidewalk that I thought there was a big heavy giant squeezing in just to get to McDonald's. Some people I passed by were talking on the phone, late for a meeting--at this point of time? Really? or even smiling with their loved ones. As I was passing by, I didn't even realized the guy who was in a hurry not even looking at where he was suppose to look so he bumped into tiny me instead, At that time I was holding a bike, so it landed on me. I think the spots where the bike hit me were swollen.

"Watch where you're going numb butt!" I said lying on the ground and gazed up to amazing orbs. "I-I, I mean it's my fault, I should've watched where I was bringing this." I quickly said.

"No it's fine," he began to say. "I was suppose to be the one who's sorry, I wasn't looking."

Oh gosh, when he looked at me, it felt like the world was stopping just for us. It felt like the people around us were blurred, the only main focus was just the two of us. And that accent, that fragrance that I can just smell forever until the world ends.

I began leaning in just to get a closer scent of his.

"Excuse me?" He asked breaking up my little cumbersome action. "Are you alright?" he said that as if he let out a chuckle in between his breath and his voice.

There was a problem, I stuttered out of no where.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine." I said chuckling still feeling awkward with what I did.

"Oh, wait, let me get off so I could help you up." And when he said that he got up and helped me put up my bike.

Before I could even say thank you, someone barged in my encountered moment with this cute hottie who I just met and made my bike fall on me, I was thankful it did.

"Hey! Constance! Come with me inside! I've been waiting for you!" His voice, that annoying voice, which I will never and ever forget.

I rolled my eyes when that voice entered into our moment. "Yeah, I'll be in in a second, Justin."

"Oh you know him?" The guy I bumped into who was wearing this blue sweater with khaki pants said giving me back my bike.

I groaned in disgust. "Sadly, I do."

He laughed at my reaction. "You're funny."

I knitted my eyebrows and smiled. "Thanks. And thank you for helping me up-?" This was an opportunity to get his name. Nice moves, Constance, nice moves.

He chuckled again. "I'm André, André Kurtz" he let out a hand.

"Hi! I'm Constance Spark, Well thanks André" I looked at his hand and shook it. I glanced back up and smiled.

I heard a knock on some glass so I glassed at the cafe, I saw Justin tapping on his watch, impatiently.

I sighed. "Well, I have to go. I have an "appointment" with Mr. Impatient." I laughed softly.

"I see, well goodluck with that, and I hope to see you around, Constance" He said putting up a smile on his face.

"Yeah" I said putting my hair behind my ear. "Nice meeting you, André."

With that, he left me and we went separate ways, Him going to wherever he needs to go, and me going to stupid starbucks with Justin Bieber. But before that, I locked my bike by the café and entered to the smell of brewed coffee beans.

"Who was that?" His face appeared as soon as I entered.

"It's none of your business, Bieber." I said pushing him away going to where he was seated and sat on the opposite of it.

From my distance, I can see a smirk slithering up to his lips. Oh no, Mr. Smirk Monster's going near me. Oh no, he's sitting down with me. Oh no, he's talking about date. Wait....WHAT?!

"You? Me? A Date?" I scoffed. "Now that's what I call a joke." I crossed my arms below my breast and falling back on the comfy chair.

"Hey Just--whoah mama mia." Someone behind us called out but realized he was with a girl.

"Oh, Constance, I would like you to meet Ryan and Chaz." Justin stood up to join them.

Oh wow, two more of his friends? Wonder what they have in common, is it the jerkness? Or the impoliteness? Or maybe both.

I groaned to myself, rolling my eyes. But I stood anyways. "Hi"

"Hi, I'm Chaz, the cutest of them all." The guy in a blue hoodie said letting out a hand which I "gladly" took.

He does have a baby face, but I'm not agreeing with his statement there. I mean come on, even Borat is cuter than these idiots.

"And I'm Ryan, the sexiest of them all." He said that as if he was winning the best statement. He did the same, lending a hand forward for me to shake so I just shook it. With regrets.

"So is that a yes?" Justin asked me.

"Hm, let me think about it...No." I answered facing him.

I started leaving the café because it turned out he was just a waste of time. I can't believe I even went to this. I just met him, and I'm already sick of him. You heard me, Sick. Of. It.

"Wait, wait! Constance!" Justin called out my name, from the place where we just were. But I did not give him a glance or a sign that I was listening to his call.

I started unlocking my bike from the metal brown bar for the bike parking. I just didn't care about him yelping out my name, for my attention. Doesn't he care about his fans? What will they think of me? Some random person he saw from the studio? Actually come to think of it, yes I am a random girl who got chosen to be one of his back up dancers and nothing else.

"Costance! Please wait!" He said running up to me and catching my shoulder.

I shrugged his touch off. "What do you want Bieber?" And I went back to what I was doing, unlocking my bike.

"A date." Justin said.

I stopped and looked back at him. "Bieber, do you what you're asking for?"

"Yes, a date." Justin said.

I scoffed. "Yeah a date, with a random girl whom you just met a while ago at the auditions for your crazy stupid dance crew? You don't even know me."

"Exactly the point, I want to go on a date with you. To get to know you better." Justin smirked.

He's right. "But I don't want to know you, Justin. I'm not anyone special. So just leave me alone? Okay?"

And as I said that, I placed my keys back in my pocket and my lock in the basket and paddled away from this mad, mad, mad world of Justin Bieber.

I didn't even dare to look back at him, I just want to stay in a normal life, and be someone just normal, I don't want diamonds, new clothes or even make-up. I just want to keep it all simple. In fact, I have a baby to take care of. Which reminds me, I have to tell Bieber soon. Oh shoot, I totally forgot, I just blew him off. Sorry buddy, I'm not ready for a date.