My Best Friend's Roommate: (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

Eleven | Movie Night

I like Bieber.

Just a little.

Okay? I'm admitting it. I wasn't going to tell him this though. For one, I am not one that's well with being rejected. What if he liked me but, not in that way? For two, he goes out with Bailey. Ew. He could do so much better.

I fall back in my bed and let out a huge sigh. Today was exhausting. All of my classes were bumped for the morning until around three. I got no breaks. I felt like I was in high school again. Maybe they did this because it was Friday, I don't know. As much as I don't want to move, I have to go downstairs to the lounge and buy a drink or something. I'm thirsty. I reluctantly sat up in my bed and slipped on my flats, not fixing my sloppy bun. I opened the door and Bieber's standing there with his iPhone in his hand.

"I need your number." he stuck out his phone but I didn't take it.

"Why?" I was confused.

"So, we can talk. We need to discuss meeting times because I'm tired of coming here and we get nothing done. Stuff like that." He still has his phone in my direction.

Without asking me anymore questions I punched in my number and gave him his phone back.

I leave my room, locking it, walking down the hall.

"Where are you going?" Bieber's walking beside me.

"The lounge. Just to get a few waters for my room." I answered.

"I'll walk with."

I don't say anything back. I just walk like he's not even there. My feelings towards him wasn't going to chance my actions towards him.

"Oh yeah." he said as if a lightbulb lit in his head. "I'm planning on taking you to the movies tonight. Just you and I."

I get on the elevator and raise my eyebrows. "Really?"

Bieber nodded.

"You don't ask? You just tell people when you're taking them places and they're just suppose to go?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah."

"Well I pass. Besides, I don't want your girlfriend to get all mad and have her running off with blood on her face." I was serious. I can tell Bailey was one of those popular snobby bitches in high school. Well, I dare her to try that popular snobby bullshit with me. I'm not scared of anyone.

"We're just going as friends." Bieber sighed. We stepped off of the elevator as it stopped and walked into the lounge.

Great. Just fucking great.

Bailey was here.

So was Mark.

I closed my eyes and only hoped for the best in this situation. When Bailey's eyes landed on Justin and I, she frowned, stopping her friend from continuing the conversation. She marched over to us and stopped in front of Justin.

"Why are you with her?" Bailey looked over at me in disgust.

I waved playfully and smiled. This bitch wasn't going to get to me.

"Bailey, stop." Was all he could say.

"No! I'm not stopping." she turned to me. "You need to stay away from what's mine and find your own man."

"Please." I chuckled. "I most definitely do not want your man."

From the corner of my eye I could see Bieber's jaw set and he swallowed.

"Good." She wrapped her arms around Bieber's neck and kissed him, then bit his lip. She looked at me one final time and leaned over in my direction. "Mine." Letting go of him, she walked back to her friends and finished her conversation still shooting quick glances.