The Rollercoaster Of Love (Justin Bieber Fanfiction) DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

The terrace doors of the hotel flung open as Justin Bieber walked over to the private pool. Sat sunbathing along the edge of pool was just one girl who seemed to be minding her own business. She was none other than Jade Bloom who couldn't care less as to whom had entered the private area. The doors opened once again as a small crowd of both paparazzi and camera crews gathered on the large terrace. Justin slowly pulled off his white tank top as the cameras turned towards him, hungry for some juicy pictures and footage. He ignored the constantly flashing lights whilst he strolled over to where Jade was attempting to contain her happiness. Justin nudged his bodyguard when they were just about half a metre away from Jade who sat upright to absorb her surroundings.

"She looks like my kind of bitch" he said, facing in the direction of the TV crews who were shooting the whole scene.

The bodyguard was shocked at Justin's choice of language and chose not to make any comments. Jade got out of her seated position, only to grab Justin's forearm and pull at it to ensure that he was facing her.

"I'm not deaf, stupid. You don't look any better than a bitch yourself anyway so you can't say much" she answered back to put him into his place.

Justin grabbed her elbow and dragged her in to close the distance in-between themselves. Their faces were almost touching as he asked a rhetorical question, "do you even know who I am?"

"Who doesn't know you, you attention seeker! You visit brothels, fuck with prostitutes and are an arsehole by nature. You just need a girl to look at you and you'll have sex with her. That's all you want!"

Jade kneed Justin in the private area before she flipped her lovely hair in his face and exited the scene. Justin's mouth hung agape as he watched the girl who had just dissed him leave the room without a tear on her face.

Justin's POV

"Ooh, you just got served! How does it feel being answered to insuch a way Justin?" The paparazzi asked question upon question and I had no intention of answering any, therefore I left before I completely lost it.

Sean, my bodyguard, escorted me to the penthouse in the building where we were staying. As soon as the door unlocked, I entered it and threw myself onto the couch in front of the TV. Sean locked the door behind himself as he came in and then he went into his own room where, I presume, he went to have a midday nap. I knew that there would be nothing on TV apart from gossip so instead I went onto Twitter to view my account. When the profile loaded, I came face to face with about 200 mentions which I scrolled through to see what they were about.

"@justinbieber funny when the girl you shit-talk kicks you in the balls!"

"Who's da bitch that kneed @justinbieber balls?!"

"F'ing funny, you go girl. @justinbieber got told!"

I scrolled through all the mentions, skimming them all while more poured in endlessly. My phone was snatched out of my hands and put to a side; I looked up to see that it was Sean.

"Ignore them, Justin. What are you planning for tonight? I need to arrange for some stuff if you're gonna go somewhere."

"Forget that, I need you to find out who that girl was. The one from the terrace. I want to have a word with her," I said.

"Hey calm down man, no need for any violence. You did arouse her anger so just ignore it now that it's over. Jus-" I interrupted Sean who had misinterpreted what I said.

"No, no you got it all wrong man. I wanna talk to this girl because she's different. She didn't scream when she saw me but she didn't back down when I questioned her looks, like other people would have. Can you see to it, Sean?" I begged.