Be Alright (Jelena Fanfic) *Part 3*

Chapter 16: The Text

Selena's P.O.V.

Springing up from my bed, I remembered it was Friday. Meaning this was the day I got my phone back, and the day for my plan to take full effect, Throwing on clothes, I put a soft pink maxi skirt on, paired with a simple white crop top that barely revealed my midriff. Slipping on my sandals, I then left my room.

Walking across the hall, I stopped at my parents door and knocked on it. No answer. Anxiously tapping my thigh, I waited. Did my mom not realize what day it was? I needed my phone back, and I needed it now! Knocking again, I hoped there would be an instant response. Still nothing.

Grunting, I pounded on the door again. Then I heard footsteps coming towards the door. 'Well finally!,' I thought. The door opened and I saw my dad in the doorway. He was dressed yet still looked more than halfway asleep. Yawning, he looked at me confused.

"Selena? What do you need?," he asked. Shaking my head, I waited for him to hand me my phone. He knew just as well as I did that I was getting my phone back today. Waiting, he just looked at me confused. 'Just give me my phone already,' I thought.

"My phone. It's Friday, remember?," I asked. He nodded then went back into his room. He came back into the doorway then began to hand me my phone. He pulled it away as my hand reached for it. Rolling my eyes, I looked at him with annoyed eyes.

"Just remember to be in on time," he demanded. Nodding, he handed me my phone. Finally! After he closed the door, I jetted off to my room. Closing my door behind me, I then plopped onto my bed. Taking my phone out from under my pillow, I unlocked it.

Taking a deep breathe, I begin to type. The text became somewhat lengthy. Oh well, this was important. Plus I'm sure Scooter will read the whole thing, since it was about Justin. Well I know I should be calling him, but I had to leave soon and I wasn't sure how long I would be on the phone.

Me: Hey Scooter! It's Selena. And if you fon't remember me; I'm Justin's girlfriend. Now I'm sure you remember him. Look, he needs you. You and I both know how talented he is. He needs to share it with the world! I need your help. Now I know he denied your offer, but this is why I'm contacting you. Justin needs help more than ever right now. And with his talents, I'll know he'll go far. Plus I'm sure you know that. If you still want to help him become famous and everything please, please text me or call this number. Thanks, Selena

Reading through the text again, I hoped he would text back. Grabbing my purse, I threw my phone into my bag. Leaving my house, I soon arrived at school. Checking my phone, I saw there were no texts from Scooter. Rolling my eyes, I put my phone back in my purse then headed off to my first period class.

Feeling someone wrap their arms around my waist, I giggled. Blushing, I thought of Justin. He was so adorable. Turning my head, my eyes widened. He then pushed me up against a wall. Turning my head, I avoided looking at him.

What was he doing? More importantly why was he doing this? He put his hand under my chin, then forced me to look at him. He began to lean in towards me. Please, just stop!

Justin's P.O.V.

Chaz and Ryan walked up to me in the parking lot. They both had smirks on their faces. Great, now what did these two want? They stopped in front of me. Looking at them confused, I waited for someone to say something.

 "Did you hear?," Chaz asked. Keeping a confused look on my face, I had no idea what he was talking about. They both rolled their eyes. Shrugging, I waited for them to tell me. They both shook their heads. What was their problem? So what? I didn't know. 

"About Taylor?," Ryan asked in a duh tone. Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. What happened? Literally, I was talking to her yesterday. She seemed fine to me. So what happened to her now?