Make You Believe (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Part II: Anger

Justin left Olivia’s and headed for the hotel. He pushed all thoughts out of his mind. He couldn’t be late for the plane, Scooter would be pissed. He opened the tall glass door to the hotel lobby, where Scooter himself stood. “There you are. We gotta go.” The manager said nodding at Justin.

They filed into the black escalade waiting outside the hotel. People stared, snapped pictures and chased after the singer. Like usual.  All of the sudden headache came over Justin. He winced and grabbed his head. “Shit.” He muttered. He could really use a drink right now.

-A Little Later-

Justin’s headache had lessened thanks to the shot or two he had taken. He sighed as he situated himself in the cushy leather chairs of the private jet. His eyes fixated on the sky outside the window. It was close to four. The sky had perfect white clouds all over it. White. He smiled as he thought back to the seventh grade dance…

FLASHBACK:

-Six years ago-

“Now spin!” Olivia’s mother squealed, her hands clasped against her mouth. Olivia twirled in her crisp white dress. The dress was ruffled, white and came a few inches above her knee. She adorned the outfit with a pair of three inch silver heels. Her hair was down natural and she wore minimum make up. The twelve year old grinned. “Beautiful as always!” Her mother chided, pinching the little girl’s cheek. Olivia giggled and pushed her away. “Picture time!” Mrs. Blake announced. The children groaned. She snapped a picture. “What do you think of Olivia’s dress, Justin?” Mrs. Blake asked looking up at her daughter’s best friend who happened to be standing off to the side awkwardly.

Olivia scrunched up her face. “Mooom he doesn’t have to answer that.” She whined. Justin chuckled and flipped his hair.

“You look hot.” He smirked, locking eyes with Olivia. Her eyes widened as she burst out laughing. She knew he was joking but her mother didn’t.

“Mr. Bieber I believe your mother brought you over a suit. Go and change.” Mrs. Blake instructed giving him a glare as he scurried away laughing.

He changed into his suit when there was a knock on the door. “Yep.” He popped the ‘p’.

The door opened and Amelia strolled in. “Oooh. Someone looks snazzy. Hoping Beyoncé might show up?” She giggled.

“Oh didn’t you hear? I called her up. She’s my date.” He said shooting her a teasing look.

“Abandoning your best friend now? Wow. I’ll remember that one. I might just have to show everyone that video of you singing as payback. I’m sure Mr. Rochester will play it.” Olivia retorted. Justin shoved her playfully and she fell back onto the bed laughing. “With you with youuuu with you shawty with you.” She screeched mimicking Justin.

Justin pinned her to the bed. “Shut up or I’ll tell everyone about Sawyer.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You wouldn’t”

“I would.” Her glared, challenging her.

“Fine. I’ll be quiet.” She huffed as Justin released her. He laughed. She held her glare for a minute until she couldn’t keep a straight face anymore. She laughed.

FLASHBACK END.

Justin groaned. Why wouldn’t she get out of his head? He was miserable to say the least. And he didn’t know why. In the past he’d had girlfriends and he hadn’t cared what they thought or felt. But this time it was different and he wasn’t even dating her. So why was it so hard for him to leave?