Beauty And A Beat ~ (Justin Bieber Story)

Part 3

Kat's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning with the most terrible headache ever.

I groaned and sat up, only to realize that I was actually laying on my bed and I still had my dress from last night on.

"Still ruined." I mumbled as I ran my fingers over the huge stain that Fefe caused last night. "I hate Fefe."

I jumped off my bed and started making my way downstairs. Breakfast sounded great right now. Actually, food itself just seemed wonderful.

I stopped when I realized I was still in my messed up dress. I sighed and ran back up to my room to change into some PJ's.

"Sleep well, Beauty?" my older sister Monica joked. She leaned over the table and gave me a smirk. "Heard that Justin Bieber himself was at your prom last night. And that you actually danced with him."

I opened the fridge to see the vast amount of food in there. Yet nothing really interested me. "That would be correct." I replied and grabbed the carton of orange juice.

Monica leaned her head forward, waiting for me to say more.

I raised my eyebrow as I pulled a cup out of the cabinet.

"Annndddd?" Monica said.

I shrugged and unscrewed the cap of the orange juice carton. "And what?"

"Oh don't play that with me! You know what I mean!" Monica exclaimed and jumped to the other side of the kitchen. "Let's cut to the chase, did you make out with Bieber?"

My jaw dropped slightly and I turned around to face her. "Monica!" I exclaimed. Is that really all that goes through her crazy 21 year old mind?

Monica shrugged and grabbed a piece of toast from her plate on the table. "It's Justin Bieber for crying out loud."

"Yeah, but ya don't just go off assuming that I made out with him or something like that."

Monica bit a piece of her toast and I started to pour some juice into my cup.

I was about to walk away when she suddenly opened her mouth yet again.

"Well did ya?"

I rolled my eyes and ran up the stairs, "NO!"

Justin's P.O.V

I fell onto the couch and rubbed my face. I was so tired and Scooter just had to pull together another "talk" he needed to give to me.

"Teenagers need sleep." I mumbled.

"They also need to keep up with their responsibilities." Scooter chimed as he walked into the room. He caught sight of my sleepy look and slowly shook his head and he fell on the couch in front of me. "Hey, how was the dance?"

Thoughts about the dance last night ran through my mind.

Kat. Our dance. Fefe. The way Kat ran out. How embarrassed she was.

"It was fun. Nice to be able to get some sort of normal high school experience I guess." I replied. Scooter didn't need to know all the details.

He nodded his head and pulled out his iPhone, peering down at the screen and looking closely at some things on it.

I reached for my pocket to pull out my phone, but Scooter was quick to speak up before I could. "You better not be pulling out that phone, Bieber."

"Why not?"

Scooter put his phone back in his pocket and leaned forward. "We need to talk."

I nodded my head and sat back on the couch, letting my arms rest against the sides. "I was assuming."