chapter 2

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my mom had begged me to go with Justin tonight, and that was the only reason I was going. for her. that's it. I had no intrest in Justin drew bieber. none. and I wanted it to stay that way.

he wanted me to join him and a few friends and his house so I could meet more people here and get used to thwarted environment. seemed harmless. but nothing was harmless with That kid. I honestly think the only thing he loves more than sex is himself. god bless em, I guess.

I got ready, trying not to look like I cared. I think the crazy dreamer in me wanted something to happen tonight, but I blocked it out.

iinterrupting my thoughts, my phone buzzed.

"hi".I said, while brushing my teeth and trying to pin back my insanely curly hair.

"aye, beautiful . I'm on my way . you better be ready." Justin said. I could hear his smirk and pleasure in how he delivered himself. I dreaded everything in one iinstint.

"k." I replied and hung up.

a few minutes later, he showed up, parading around my mom being a suck up. I just stood there, watching it all play out. I wished he never was born. I don't know why I hated him so much. I never really gave him a chance. but the entire thought of him made my stomach twist and turn and I didn't like That.

"can we go?" I asked, annoyed.

"alright."

we walked to his car and rode in silence for a moment. I wanted to go back. but I couldn't. not now.

"you look good. I mean it." he said, breaking the silence.

"and millions of girls want to be me right now." I answered.

he smiled. he almost looked perfect. I guess it was a mix of pride in his fans and a little embrassement, but it was sweet and kind of adorable.

"I'm not a bad guy. I promise. I wish you'd see that yeah, I like my women, but I like my family and my friend and my fans too. it's not all just bad stuff."

"never said that." he seemed shocked by my quick and sharp reply. I almost regretted it a little.e

"yeah, but you implied it. I know that. and you can't lie."

he was right. and I felt bad. just then we got to his house.

I would regret ever feeling bad about my first opinion on this kid.

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