Bieber Struck

Jackie Chapter 13

I showed up to the warehouse ready to dance. I was actually really late so I ran inside. Since I'd been in so much of a rush, I wore the first thing I could see, which consisted of leggings, a crop top that said 'DANCE' across it in large black letters, and Bieber's hoodie. It was lying on the floor and I had to leave. Plus, he had my clothes, so it worked out, I guess. Before walking into the warehouse, I had a weird text conversation with Justin. He texted me saying thank you and I told him I had to because I was late and told him I danced in a warehouse. I'm such a nut. Now he probably thinks I'm even more weird then before. But, why should I care? I mean he hit me with a door for crying out loud. Then, I ran in and slipped on my jazz shoes. My friends had already started and I joined in. A group of my old childhood friends and I had decided to take this abandoned warehouse and make it into a dance studio a few years ago. We all pooled money and renovated it and we currently hod classes for some younger kids. None of us had the money for actual lessons, so we just watched videos together and, well, practiced. We work on all styles of dance. Literally. There are probably only a few types of dance we haven't 'mastered.' But out of all the styles, hip hop is my favorite. And right now, my friends were working on our hip hop routine and I joined in. Some of my friends were musicians who sang at local gigs so we added that to our routines. My partner and I had a pop song that we sang and had a routine that went along with it. We were in the middle of running the routine and it was my solo dance and singing. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone standing off in the corner. Was that my hoodie? Wait, it couldn't be. It better not be!

"Wow. That was good! The guy in the hoodie said coming up to me and my friends. Everyone practically screamed when he took of the hood.

"Calm down everyone please!" A big man standing behind Justin said.

"Hey guys. Who wants to dance with me? Justin said smiling. What was he doing here? And why did he have my clothes? I yanked him over and hissed,

"What are you doing here!?"

"I'm here to return the clothes you lent me!" He said pointing.

"Here." He said pulling off my sweatshirt and sweatpants. Underneath he had on a plain whits shirt and some of his signature 'dance pants.' Then he walked past me and up to the entire group.

"What are you guys working on?" He asked.

"Stuff." I said. He then went and started talking to my friends. I saw my dance partner, Adam, introduce himself.

"Come on guys! Let's give Mr. Bieber a show!" I said sarcastically. We might as well show him what we all got. We all got in positions with our partners and waited for the music. Me and Adam were a perfect duo. Our bodies moved in sync and our movements looked natural. I caught Justin watching us. Was he jealous? He seemed to be glaring at Adam. Don't get me wrong, Adam was really cute, but outside of dance, he was like the brother I never had. I told him everything. That's why I think we dance so well together. We were intimate, but not in a sexual way. If that made any sense. After the routine, Justin applauded.

"Wow! That was great! But why don't we freestyle? It my favorite. That's how I come up with ideas." He said.

"I have an even better idea! Let's have a dance off!" I yelled. Everyone whooped and cheered. Dance offs always gave everyone a chance to show off. I bet my entire crew could easily beat of the great superstar Justin Bieber. We formed a circle, turned the lights down to 'club lighting' and started blaring music. I watched Jason go up with David. It was hilarious to watch everyone go nuts watching them battle by dancing. After a while there weren't many people left. It was me, Justin, my friend Julie, and Adam. I hope that I either got to go up with Julie or Adam. No way I was dancing off with Bieber. I saw Julie watch Justin for a minute. It seemed like they were telepathically communicating. Then she grabbed Adam and ran to the middle. What the heck happened? Well, if I was going to dance with him, might as well try to one-up him, right?