Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 6

I stare out the crystal clear window at the bright Vegas lights. Alfredo is sticking his hand out of the window, feeling the wind in between his fingers. I stare at the dancers that walk along the streets wearing beads and crazy hula skirts with a flashy belly shirt. I smell the aroma of fried food. Huge lights reflect off my face.

Oh how I love Vegas. I had been to Vegas once when I was 18. That's where I met Kyle. Stop thinking about him! You hate him! Your done with him!

We pull into a parking garage that belongs to a huge hotel. Probably at least 15 floors, maybe even more. I feel my heart race. A tall guy with tattoos steps to the side of the door and bends down.

"Ryan!" He yells in surprise.

"Nate! Hey, dude!" Ryan responds. Justin stares at Nate who is staring at me.

"Here. Go park. No fee." Nate says quietly, making sure none of his coworkers hear.

"Thanks bro." Ryan smiles. We pull into an empty spot.

I gaze at the huge chandelier that hangs over the long check in booth. Justin was talking to the guy, getting the key to our room and stuff. This hotel was by far the biggest, most expensive, hotel.

Za slams open the door. "What. The. Fuck." I gaze into the room. Forget room. It was practically a small mansion! I plop down on the big white bed that's so fluffy.

"Don't get comfy! We're going out to a party!" Alfredo yells into my room.

"I am not party ready! I need to change! Hell, i don't even have clothes!" I yell back at him.

"Here! Go shop!" He yells throwing a silver credit card at me.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah! Ain't nobody like a hoe wearing shit like that!" I smile and hug him.

I grab my flip flops. "Where the hell is she going!" Justin snaps at me and Alfredo.

"Shopping. She can't wear that!" Fredo pulls at my dirty tank top.

"She can't go alone." Justin mutters.

"Why not!" I snap. "Your not my dad! Hell, your not even my boyfriend!" I yell. Fuck. What did I just say?

"Fine. Go. You don't even have to come back for all I care. Leave! No one will care! I did care! But not anymore! You push away everyone that could possibly care about you! I'm done! Just go!" He screams at me and stomps down the hall to his room, slamming the door behind him.

"He doesn't mean it. He is just mad you pushed him away when you guys almost kissed." Alfredo comments.

"It's okay. I deserve it." I mutter before leaving. I wouldn't come back. I never want to see Justin again. He is just another dick.