P.S- I Hate you. *Justin Bieber Love Story*

P.S- I Hate you.

          So let me start of by saying I hate Chelsea James. Harsh? Yeah well I very strongly dislike her. She's my mom's best friends, Daughter. Shes 18 like me. She has long, blonde hair, sometimes pin straight sometimes in lose curls. Usually guys, drooled over her finding her so, attractive including my best friends Ryan and Chaz. We grew up with Chelsea and when my music carrer took off, having me go all around the country they were hanging around her, being all buddie-buddie. They were good friends with her. Not me. I guess the reason I hate her is because she treats me like im some stupid rude, asshole of a guy. Never the less, I never made the effort to prove her wrong, she wanted to see me as that, I would treat her that way. Even better this is both our senior year, and my mom had agreed to let me go to regular high school with Ryan and Chaz, little did I know, Chelsea came with the package.

           “Justin Chelsea's here” my mom called and I groaned, dreading her moving in right next door. Why did my neighbors have to move? Why did my mom even suggest the move back to stratford? This is fucking ridiculous. “Justin now” “Im coming, my god” I shouted back, slumping down the stairs as slow as I possibly could. I saw Chelsea's mom, Brenda and I smiled. Her mom was a different story, she was nice, a good person I was always excited to see her. She was like a second mom to me. To bad her daughters a bitch. “oh Justin” She squealed and hugged me tight. “Your so tall” She gasped and I chuckled. “it's been so long since i've seen you Brenda. How've you been?”i asked and she smiled. “Good, Chelsea's excited to be back.” “Im sure” I mumbled, low enough for only me to hear. “Why don't you go help her next door with some things?” My mom suggested, but it wasn't a ''you don't have to if you don't want to' type of suggest it was a 'go right now and be nice' type of suggest. “Fine” I growled, storming outsideand slamming the door behind me.

            Sometimes I wish Chelsea and I got along but then I remember, I hate her. With more passion then anything. I saw her, wearing skinny jeans, and a hockey sweatshirt. Her hair losely curled, and blowing in the wind making her brush it away with a few sweeps of her hand. “oh mr.singer came to see me” She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at me. “very original. And I see your still as bitchy as ever, things haven't change that much huh?” I replied, knowing i'd hit a nerve in that pretty little head of hers. “Your really annoying” “Sorry to disapoint” I chuckled and I heard someone running behind me. “Chels!” ryan ran over to her, nearly knocking her down in a huge hug. “at least someones happy to see me” She mumbled, glaring back at me. “more like excited, your our best friend. We missed you like hell, now you live here again” Ryan exclaimed, grinning over at me. “Friends. Mhm” I said, grabbing one of her bags. “Should I take this to the dog pound down the street?” I asked and she raised her eyebrows at me. “Well, that is where the bitches live isn't it?” I asked, and her jaw set, as she glared at me. “Fuck you” She mumbled, hitting my shoulder as she stormed passed me.

            “Look Justin I know you guys hate each other but could you maybe at least try and get along?” Ryan asked and I huffed. “She started this in 7th grade, she's never given me a chance why should I give her one?” I asked and he sighed. “That was only because you decided it would be funny to write a fake love letter from the guy she liked and stick it in her locker” He added and I chuckled at the memory. In 7th grade she had the biggest crush on Tommy Wilcons. So we were all friends at the time but I thought it would be funny to write a fake love letter telling her to meet him in the gym at 3. When she went to the gym no one was there and she waited there for like 2 hours thinking he was running late until she confronted him about it and he had no clue what she was talking about. She soon found out it was me and It was only a joke but she took it as so much more. “It was a joke” “I know Justin but she's sensetive you know that” He replied and I laughed. “I'll try but no promises.” I mumbled, following him into my house. Alright Justin, you can handle this.