Wanted (A Justin Bieber Story)

Chapter 8

Justin's p.o.v

I fumble with my phone and stuff it in my pants pocket. "Everything okay there, Bieber?" Za asks, raising his eyebrows at my nervousness.

I swallow the hard lump in my throat. I clear my throat and make out the word. "Yeah."

"Chill, it's just a party. No biggie!" Alfredo chuckles.

"Yeah, no biggie." I try to sound excited for the party. Alfredo knows something is wrong but doesn't dare to say anything yet.

We walk along the streets, on our way to the club that just opened. Za had been dying to go. So was I. There was just one problem at the moment; I couldn't get my mind off that damn message. Go away Rusty.

The club was packed. People were everywhere, a lot which I knew. Everyone I passed gave off the scent of liquor. All kinds. Vodka, beer, whiskey, all kinds. The music pounds in my ears and I can feel the beat through my body. I follow Za, Ryan, and Alfredo through the crowd. Carly follows behind me. I have my hand wrapped in her hers, making sure I don't lose her in the crowd. I was sweating; the club was hot as the sun. Alfredo finally finds an empty and clean table we can sit at.

I sit down next to Ryan and Carly. A perky ass waitress comes strutting to our table. "Can I take your guys' orders?" She asks with her annoying squeaky voice.

"Yeah, can we just order a round of shots." I ask with a smirk on my face. "Mmhm." She winks at me with a flashy smile on her makeup covered face. Time for a show. I wrap my arm around Carly and whisper in her ear.

"Go with it. This bitch waitress isn't going to leave me alone unless she thinks I have a girlfriend."

I look at Carly and she has a huge smirk fixed on her face. She turns her face to me and grabs my chin. Her eyes sparkle from the flashy club lights. She kisses my cheek repeatedly and makes herself blush. At least I think she made herself. She wraps her arm around my waist and puts on a sweet smile. She turns back to the waitress, who is now pissed off. "Your orders will be right up." the waitress mutters and then turns to get our drinks.

"Thank you so much." I whisper in Carly's ear. Surprisingly she doesn't take her arms from my waist away. She doesn't even loosen her grip.

I look Ryan and Alfredo who are staring at me endlessly with smirks fixed on their faces.

"Shut up." I mouth and they start bursting out laughing.

"Ooooh, dang she's hot." Alfredo yells.

"Who?!" Za makes a girly sound. Alfredo flicks his finger and points at a girl sitting with another girl at the bar.

"Oh dang." Ryan yells.

"Back off! She's mine!" Alfredo yells, flicking at Ryan's shoulder repeatedly.

I spot the perky waitress bouncing back to our table with a tray of fresh shots. She sits the tray down on our booth table.

"Thanks." Ryan says. The waitress smiles at him and goes bouncing back to the bar. Ugh. Alfredo slides a shot to Ryan, Za, Carly, and I.

Carly stares at her shot. "Do it! Do it! Do it!" Za calls, beating on the table. Alfredo joins in and I do too. Finally, Carly brings the glass up to her lips and gulps down the sour liquor. She slams down the glass and laughs.

"It burns my throat!" She giggles. We all do another shot.

Carly laughs hysterically as she slams down another shot glass. She has had six shots. I have had eight. We order another tray of shots from the perky waitress that I hate so much.

Before I know it, our table is filled with shot glasses and I get a glimpse of Carly that looks drunker than ever.