Smooth Criminal Volume 2 (a Justin Bieber fan fiction)

CHAPTER 1 "You're still him, the Smooth Criminal."

First chapter of volume 2 guys!!! I'm so exited! Hope you're too!! And I hope you'll like it. You guys have no idea of the plans I have for this 'book'. A lot's happening!!

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PAULA'S POINT OF VIEW:

They all left the room, leaving me al alone with the freaked out nurse. She sat down on the edge of the bed and fumbled with her papers. She was pale as snow and her eyes were wide open, totally scaring me.

"The blood sample we took on you shows that there's nothing wrong with you, everything is the way it's supposed to be. But you were lucky, the drugs didn't affect your heart and blood, but they could have. They did get to your brain and that's why you felt like you had a migraine and fainted but there won't be any permanent problems or damages. You were very lucky, miss Bernal." The nurse smiled as I let out a big breath in relief.

"If everything's okay, then I don't get why you look so freaked out.." I said and furrowed my eyebrows.

"But." She began and took my hand. "The drugs affected your actions and you weren't fully conscious about what was going on. The drugs gave you amnesia and that's why you might not remember what happened." She said as I cut her off.

"Yes I know that. Is that what you wanted to say because I'm aware of that." I said, getting impatient.

"No, what I was going to say was.. Even though it's been just a couple of hours the doctors can see, with all the modern tools and machines, hormonal changes in someones body." The nurse said in a matter of fact, trying to stay as calm as possible.

"What are you talking about?" I asked and furrowed my brows in confusion. She was scaring me.

"The samples of your pee showed a positive reaction." She said and stared at me with wide eyes.

I shook my head, not understanding a thing. "Meaning what?" I questioned harshly.

"It means that that you're pregnant."

"I'm WHAT?" I shouted with wide eyes. Her words got stuck in my throat. I shook my head in denial as I felt the sweat start to slid down my forehead. "How can you say that to me?" I hissed and tried to get out of bed, getting pissed as hell.

"Miss, you need to calm down." She said and took my arm with a strong grip making me gasp as I noticed a nameplate on her doctor shirt saying Jessica . "I'm telling you, you're samples were positive." Jessica said darkly, getting all my attention as I shook my head harshly.

"You're bluffing."

"You are just having a hard time accepting it." She smiled, making me nausea and wanting to puke. "It is fully normal to deny a pregnancy in your age." Jessica said, still holding onto my arm. "We have special educated psychologists if you need to talk to someone."

"I'm not pregnant!" I barked and and waved harshly my arm, making her lose the grip.

"Answer honestly." She said. I calmed down. "Have you had any sexual intercourse with someone? Because the doctors couldn't seem to see who the father is." Jessica asked, staring into my eyes, hoping I'd be honest with her. I had no reason to lie to her. I stayed quiet, thinking about my answer. Should I say the three of them?

"Yes." I mumbled after a long pause.

"Was it yesterday?" Jessica asked.

I gulped hard as I pressed my tights together, feeling how sore I was. "Yes." I breathed.

"So he's the dad?" She asked again, looking confused as hell and pale as paper. I sighed loudly and rolled my eyes in annoyance.

Doesn't she get it? "I'm not pregnant." I hissed ignoring the fact that she was maybe right. Deep down I knew that I was pregnant. I froze.