You deserve to be happy | Justin Bieber + Selena Gomez = Jelena

Chapter 3.

     "POV SELENA"
     The next morning I was awakened by the screaming of my friends.

      "YEEEEES, everything works out!" they rejoiced.
      "What happened?" I asked in a sleepy voice.
      "Well, our plan.  Your affair with Bieber.  Look, here's a photo from the paparazzi who caught you yesterday.  This news blew up the entire Internet", they handed me a laptop.
      "Yes, but it doesn't mean anything, nobody confirmed anything", I decided to fight for justice.
      "Yes, but nobody cares.  You know the modern people: they will see and draw conclusions."

      I didn't want to continue this conversation.  I don't like the whole idea at all.  I don't want to deceive anyone: neither myself, nor him, nor, above all, my fans, they do not deserve this.
     Silently I left the room.  My only task today is to go to the recording studio and create new music.  I was at my destination already at 3 o'clock, given the fact that I woke up at 1 pm

     “Today you have a date with Justin,” Aleen said during a break between recording.

       I let out a heart-rending groan, thereby showing my indignation and reluctance.

      "And where at least are we going?" I asked.
      “I don’t know, it’s up to you."

      Three hours have passed like an instant.  I was already getting ready: I ​​am packing my things and returning the inventory to its place, when the door swings open and Justin flies into the studio.

      "Baby, are you ready?" he murmured.

     And he got used to the role well.  He plays convincingly, that I myself felt that he was really my boyfriend.  He began to help me with packing, and then, having finished this dreary task, he hugged me by the shoulders and we left the building.
      There was a car near the entrance, as it turned out, it was waiting for us.  Justin, like a true gentleman, helped me get into my new Mercedes.  Of course, we did not go unnoticed.  Soon new photos of our "sweet couple" will appear on the Internet.  The annoying paparazzi tried to get us talking, but we ignored them and walked away.
      The first couple of minutes we drove in silence.  Justin turned his attention to the phone, and I looked out the window, examining the lights of the city at night, seemingly blurred by the pouring rain.

      "Well, where are we going?" I was the first to decide to break the silence.

       In response I heard silence.  I repeated the question again, the reaction was the same.  I poked Bieber with my log under the side from which he jumped.

      "Are you crazy?!" he exclaimed, pulling the headphones out of his ears.
      “You're actually on a date, so be kind enough to at least answer me!" I exclaimed.
     "This is not a real date.  Or do you really think that I would fall in love with you?" he quipped.
      "What's wrong with me?" I frozed with shock.
      “You're not my type.  And your figure doesn't suit me. Especially since I'm superstar number one", the guy proclaimed.
      "Rather the number one super bouncer", I mimicked, "Listen, I'm not happy with our "romance" either, but be so kind to treat me in an amicable way".
      “Okay, but only if you don’t meddle in my business."
      "Like I care about your business".

       And again the silence, broken only by frequent tapping on the glass from the rain.

      "Where are we going?" I again decided to defuse the situation.
      “To the restaurant,” Justin said sternly.

       The rest of the trip we sat in silence, not paying any attention to each other, each carried away by his work.

Did you like the chapter?  Continued in part 4!