The Bad Boy

I met him

VICTORIA'S POV:

I'm terribly bored. It's Friday night and I'm at home. Again. I just wish my parents would let me do normal things, be a normal teenager and let me live my life. They don't give me any freedom to do anything and this is my last straw.

It's 10:30pm and as I was getting ready to get into my bed, my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, it was my best friend Nikki.

Me: I'm not in the mood to talk

Nikki: well get your ass over to my house! I'm throwing a party. Everybody cool is here!

Me: I need to sneak out. If my parents catch me, I'm dead. I'll call you when I'm out.

Nikki: ha good luck Tori.

I hung up the phone and went to my closet. I have nothing in here. Nothing.

Just as I was about to shut the closet door something caught my eye.

Yes!

I found a pair of white, high waisted shorts and a dark purple crop top that came up just far enough to show my belly button. How the hell did this get into my closet!?

I combed through my long, straight, dark brown hair and put it into a high pony tail.

I re-did my makeup just a little bit then put my black Vans on.

I was just about to sneak out of my window when my mom came in.

"Victoria, what do you think you're doing?" She sounded sleepy so I probably didn't have to lie too well.

"I'm going to Nikki's house. I didn't want to wake you up so I'm going out this way. I'll be sleeping over and I'll be home by nine tomorrow. I promise."

I think that was a good enough lie. She just nodded and walked out. Ha mom you're easy.

I opened my window and threw both my feet over the ledge. I stepped onto the small wooden balcony that my dad installed and slid down the pole.

As soon as I was away from my block I called Nikki.

Me: Hey! I just got out I'm on my way over right now.

Nikki: I didn't think you'd actually come! Congrats loser hahaha.

I hung up and took a deep breath. This feels so damn good.

I walked up to Nikki's driveway and entered the big tan house.

Holy crap it's loud in here. I turned around and fell face to face with Nikki.

"Hey you're here!" She sounded absolutely drunk.

"Yea haha I told you I was coming!"

She handed me a beer and I chugged it down.

"Damn girl you're good." She slurred.

I started walking towards the kitchen when I saw someone. Justin Bieber.

He's the bad kid in this town and nobody messes with him.

I then headed towards the back door but I guess he saw me staring at him.

"Hey shawty! I saw you looking at me."

"Yea I know."

He grabbed me by my waist and started to make out with me. What the fuck dude.

I pulled away rapidly.

"Justin what the fuck?!"

"You have really nice lips hun."

Okay I'm going outside.

I walked out onto her patio and guess who followed me.

"Come here babe." Justin slurred.

Wow what a party Nikki.

Before I could say no he grabbed me and put my body over his shoulder.

"You're coming with me." He whispered just loud enough that I could hear.

Someone saw us and started to run up towards us so they could help me. Before they could though, something happened that I never imagined I'd see in person. Justin pulled out a gun from his pocket and shot him.

"Justin! You just killed that guy!"

"Yea? Okay."

Justin shoved me into the passenger seat of the car. He quickly ran over to his side and started the engine.

"What the fuck are you doing Justin!?"

"You just saw me shoot a person. I'm not letting you go and blab your mouth to the cops just yet."

"Ha trust me I won't. I'm not up to getting myself killed by you."

"Smart girl."

I sat silent for the next twenty minutes until I decided to speak up.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Back to my place. I gotta talk to my crew."

"Okay. Will I be back to my place by nine tomorrow?"

"So many damn questions. Yes I'm sure you will. I don't want to deal with you, bitch."

Ouch. Well at least I won't get in trouble by my mom and dad.

How the hell did I get myself into this place? Out of all the things that could've happened, I got kidnapped by Justin Bieber.

"We're here get out now."

I got out of the car. Wow. He has a nice house. How does he pay for all of these nice things?

I followed closely behind him and stopped in his kitchen. He grabbed a blanket and pillow from the living room.

"Here. You're sleeping on the couch."

"Um thanks bro but where is your crew? I thought you needed to talk to them so I could get back home. My parents are going to kill me."

For real though. I'm not in the mood to get my phone and privileges taken away for a week.

"They're not going to be back until tomorrow. I suggest you shut your mouth and do as I say."

Wow okay Justin.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

I sat down on the couch and covered myself with the blanket. What the hell did I get myself into?