Broken: Sequal To Losing Me

Chapter Four

"Broken" Chapter 4

Selena’s P.O.V

My phone lit up with a text and my stomach filled with butterflies, just as it always does when anything that involves Justin does. I unlocked my phone and opened the text,

From: Justin Bieber

I need to see you.

I mentally rolled my eyes.

To:Justin Bieber

No you don’t. I don’t need your help.

From:Justin Bieber

Yes, I do. And you do need help, I want to help you.

I sighed,

To:Justin Bieber

I don’t want your help. Just go back to your life and I’ll put mine back together myself.

From:Justin Bieber

I still love you.

My eyes widened and I felt like I was going to pass out. That’s not fair. He can’t tell me he loves me, knowing what I’m going through and what my life has been like since he left me. No, he can’t. He has a girlfriend.

I walked out of the lecture hall, not caring if it was still going on, other kids walk out all the time. As soon as I walked out I dialed Justin’s number,

“Hello” he answered after one ring.

“Don’t do that.” I cried.

“Don’t do what.” he sounded confused. I was crying now, for god know what reason,

“You can’t tell me you love me, knowing the condition I’m in. You can’t. That’s not fair.” I cried even harder.

“What do you want me to do Selena, lie to you and say I don’t love you?” he said. He sounded almost like he was angry.

“I don’t know. You left me remember? You replaced me with that blonde chick two weeks after you left.” I yelled.

“How do you know about her” he said.

“That doesn’t matter. What matter’s is I need to get better, and you telling me you still love me isn’t helping. So just stop.” I said quietly.

“Selena-” he started.

“No Justin. I need to go. Goodbye” I said and hung up the phone.

Justin’s P.O.V

Well, that’s a nice conversation to have with your ex-girlfriend, who you’re trying desperately hard to get back and even transferring schools to be with her. I sat there in my dorm with all of my things packed in boxes. I leave tomorrow to drive to Indiana. Andrew knows I’m coming obviously, but not Amber and definitely not Selena. She’s a wreck. And I can’t help but feel guilty about it. She’s right. I left her. But I did not replace her, well kind of, but not really. How does she even know about Lindsay? I haven’t told any of them about her. Speaking of Lindsay,

“Justin, why are all of your things in boxes?” she asked. Remind me again on how this girl got accepted to Duke?

“I’m transferring schools.” I said quietly.