Bieber Struck

Justin Chapter 8

The girl hit her head on the pavement a second time as she fell. She actually looked kind of familiar. Weird.

"Shit. What just happened?" I thought to myself panicking.

"Did I just hit you with the door?" I asked. I was really concerned, I mean she could let amnesia or get paralyzed or something!

"No I just decided to fricking slam my head into a heavy metal door, of course you hit me idiot!" She said coating her words with sarcasm. I don't think she realized who she was actually talking to, though. I mean she was wearing one of my hoodies. Shouldn't she be freaking out? Maybe she hit her head way too hard or something. Then she shook her head and looked down at her sweatshirt and then back up at me. Before she realized who I was, I covered her mouth with my hand. I couldn't have her screaming my name. The paps would show up in ten seconds.

"I will give you anything you want if you promise not to scream! What do you want? Money, tickets, autograph? Anything!" I said whispering and screaming at the same time. She looked disgusted and slapped my hand away.

"I don't want your fricking money! I want some help! Help me up. God my head hurts a lot." She said holding her head. I was shocked. She wasn't going to scream or make a scene? What the fuck is going on? She doesn't want an autograph or tickets?

"Of course! Shit, I'm so sorry. This all my fault. Fuck." I said motioning to Alfredo, Ryan, and Chaz to help me.

"Stop swearing! It's so annoying!" She yelled at me. I didn't even realize I was swearing. What is up with this girl? Anyone else would be dying to see me. I know it sounds self-centered, but it's the truth, right? I think she recognized Alfredo because she looked at him and asked,

"Wait, isn't your name Marinara or something?" Ryan and Chaz started snickering. I have to admit it was pretty funny.

"The names Alfredo!" He said looking annoyed. She was probably one of the only girls I've ever met who didn't know who Fredo was. This was so confusing.

"Sorry, I just remembered that it was like a sauce or something. I think I have a concussion. Where is my sister?" She said. Words were just spewing out of her mouth. Then I remembered why she looked familiar! She was the girl who didn't get a ticket!

"Oh, geez. I don't feel so good." She said tilting towards me. I saw her looking around and then her eyes locked on my hat. She grabbed it and THREW UP IN IT!

"Woaahh!" We all said and took a big step back. Is this really happening?

"Seriously?! Why my hat? I said awestruck. How is this even possible and out of all he nights this could happen!

"Really you're worried about your stinking hat!? I think I have a concussion and you're worried about your hat? What a douche!" She said trying to get up. I didn't even realize what I sounded like. I tried to help her get steady but she shook me off.

"Don't touch me jerk!" She said as she walked up to a dumpster and threw my hat in. All of us guys looked awestruck. Any other girl would pass out if I even touched her. But not this one.

"Dude, this chick must've really gotten messed up in the head. She doesn't even know who I am! And I don't think any girl would ever talk to the famous Mr. Bieber like that! Geez." Fredo said to me. He was right. I watched he not knowing what to do. She just sat there and shook her head. I didn't even know her name.