Fall (Justin Bieber & Shay Mitchell Love Story)

4: "K"

Justin Bieber POV

Once she was out of sight, it was too late to tell her she had dropped her headphones. She was so in a rush to get away from me. I was so stuck on figuring out why. Tabloids and press...

I've never met someone so open, well not to a celebrity. But she made it clear that she wasn't a fan. It'd be a lie if I denied that it didn't hurt slightly. As an artist, you want everybody to love your music and in some way...like you. It was different when reading that someone didn't like me or wasn't a fan on social media. But when someone says it in person, it hits differently.

I picked up her earbuds and noticed that they had writing on the back of each bud. 'K'. Her initial, I'm guessing. Maybe, Kaleigh, Kayla, Kara, Karly...too many names to the think of.

I stuffed the earbuds in the pocket of my sweatshirt and pulled the stings of my hood tighter. Turning around, I ran the opposite way, back to Kenny's house. His car wasn't there so I used the spare key.

"Yo, where've you been?" Scooter asked once I came through the front door.

"Just went for a jog." I admitted.

"Where's Kenny?" He asked.

"Ran some errands."

"You were alone?" He asked.

"Scoot, I'm fine. "I can go out for fresh air for a half an hour without anybody glued to my hip."  I said, taking off my sweatshirt and hat.

"Besides." I continued. "I ran where there were no people around."

"Alright dude." Scooter nodded. "Whatever you say, but remember-

"You're no ordinary person. "I know, I know."  I said, cutting him off. "I'm not 15 years old anymore. "I'm a man."

Scooter chuckled, patting my shoulder.

"18 years old is not a man." He said.

"Well, I grew up kinda fast so, I think I qualify."

"Good point, kid." He nodded.

"And it would help if you didn't say things like kid anymore." I groaned.

He held his hands up in a surrendering motion then left for the kitchen.

I pulled the earbuds out of my pocket and studied them again. Who initials their earbuds? I'm guessing it was to keep them from getting mixed up. I unlocked my phone and opened up Instagram, debating whether or not I should post them on my story. Nah, that would attract too much attention.

I couldn't keep from replaying her words in my head...."Trust me, I'm not a fan and I don't wanna see you in concert."

Why did this stick to me? Why was she sticking to me? I sighed, running my fingers through my hair.

"Who's 'K'?" Scooter asked from behind.

Sure enough, he had returned from the kitchen and was looking over my shoulders.

"Nothing." I said, quickly shoving the earbuds back into my pocket. "I mean no one."

"They aren't yours." He pointed out to obvious.

He was really a nosy shit...

"No, somebody dropped them earlier."

"I thought you said there weren't any other people around while you were out."

"Maybe I left out a person." I shrugged.

"A girl."

"Maybe." I shrugged again.