I Was Made For You

4.

"You left me, remember?"

Emma's POV

My phone lit up with a text and my stomach filled with butterflies, just as it always does when anything that involves Justin does. I unlocked my phone and opened the text,

From: Justin Bieber

I need to see you.

I mentally rolled my eyes.

To:Justin Bieber

No you don't. I don't need your help.

From:Justin Bieber

Yes, I do. And you do need help, I want to help you.

I sighed,

To:Justin Bieber

I don't want your help. Just go back to your life and I'll put mine back together myself.

From:Justin Bieber

I still love you.

My eyes widened and I felt like I was going to pass out. That's not fair. He can't tell me he loves me, knowing what I'm going through and what my life has been like since he left me. No, he can't. He has a girlfriend.

I walked out of the lecture hall, not caring if it was still going on, other kids walk out all the time. As soon as I walked out I dialed Justin's number,

"Hello" he answered after one ring.

"Don't do that." I cried.

"Don't do what." he sounded confused. I was crying now, for god know what reason,

"You can't tell me you love me, knowing the condition I'm in. You can't. That's not fair." I cried even harder.

"What do you want me to do Emma, lie to you and say I don't love you?" he said. He sounded almost like he was angry.

"I don't know. You left me remember? You replaced me with that blonde chick two weeks after you left." I yelled.

"How do you know about her" he said.

"That doesn't matter. What matter's is I need to get better, and you telling me you still love me isn't helping. So just stop." I said quietly.

"Emma-" he started.

"No Justin. I need to go. Goodbye" I said and hung up the phone.

Justin's POV

Well, that's a nice conversation to have with your ex-girlfriend, who you're trying desperately hard to get back and even transferring schools to be with her. I sat there in my dorm with all of my things packed in boxes. I leave tomorrow to drive to Indiana. Andrew knows I'm coming obviously, but not Amber and definitely not Emma. She's a wreck. And I can't help but feel guilty about it. She's right. I left her. But I did not replace her, well kind of, but not really. How does she even know about Lindsay? I haven't told any of them about her. Speaking of Lindsay,

"Justin, why are all of your things in boxes?" she asked. Remind me again on how this girl got accepted to Duke?

"I'm transferring schools." I said quietly.

"What?" she asked. I swear, the only word this girl knows is' 'what'.

"I'm leaving, going to another school, not going to Duke anymore." I explained, hoping she would understand this time.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because, I've told you. I'm in love with another girl. A girl who is an emotion, mentally unstable, wreck, because of me. And I need her." I said.

"You choose her over me?" she asked crossing her ams. Good fucking lord, haven't I explained to her that there never was an 'us'? We we're never together.

"First, there was never a you and me to begin with. Second, yes, I choose her. I'm always going to choose her. It's always been and always will be her. No matter what, I will always, until I die, choose her." I said. Lindsay didn't say anything. She just left, storming out of my room. I sighed and sat down on my bed, and put my face in my hands.

"This is going to be a long week" I said to myself.

Emma's POV

After my little tantrum on the phone with Justin, I went back to my apartment. I couldn't be around people. It's like I'm afraid of people now. I don't want to get attached to anyone and have them leave me like Justin did. I can't go through this again. I walked into the building,

"Ms.Brooks" the advisor said from the desk. I stopped and looked at her,

"Someone has rented out the extra room in your apartment. Another student. They will be arriving here tomorrow." she said. The fuck? I just nodded and walked up the stairs. How can someone rent out a room in my apartment without consulting me? Then again it's not my apartment per say, it's the schools, but still. But after thinking for a second, I don't care, I don't care about anything anymore.

I opened my door and threw my stuff on the ground. Still crying, I went into the bathroom and opened the cabinet. I picked up the razor blade and stared at it. I thought about it and took out my phone instead and called the one person I needed to talk to right now, Elizabeth.

"Emma are you alright?" she answered,

"No, can you meet me in my apartment?" I sobbed.

"Of course, I'll be there in five minutes." she said.

"Thanks" I mumbled and hung up the phone. I dropped the blade onto the bathroom counter and went into the living room and curled up in a ball on the couch. I heard a knock at the door and yelled come in and Elizabeth walked in,

"Are you alright?" she asked, sitting next to me.

"No. I called you before I did anything." I cried, turning my face towards her.

"Good. That's making progress." she said rubbing my back.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" she asked,

"I think I'm afraid of people." I said.

"Why?" she asked.

"I'm afraid to get emotionally attached. And then have them leave me. I don't want to get close with someone and have them forget it all and push me behind them. I'm afraid of being alone though." I said staring at the wall in front of me.

"Maybe your just not ready to open up to people yet. You will in time." she said. I just nodded my head since I didn't know what else to say.

"What I think you need to do is get into bed, get some rest, and then maybe tomorrow you and Amber can go out and have a girls day." she suggested. I nodded and said okay. Maybe that's what I need more of. More days with my best friend, and less days of me pushing her away like I have been with every single person who tries to help me.

Elizabeth left once I got myself together. I called Amber and asked her to come over and she did,

"Hi friend" I said as she walked in. She came over and sat next to me on the couch and wrapped her arms around me. I started crying yet again and just let it all out,

"It's okay" Amber said.

"Look" I said handing her my phone, showing her the text Justin sent me, the text that caused this random outburst.

"I called him and told him he can't say things like that to me. It's not fair." I said.

"What if he means it" she said.

"If he meant it he wouldn't have gone and got together with a girl within two weeks of leaving me." I said quietly.

"Can we go for a drive tomorrow? Please?" I asked turning my face to look at her.

"Sure. Where?" she asked.

"I don't know, anywhere." I said shrugging.

"We can do that" she said hugging me again.

For the rest of the night I sat on the couch with Amber, watching movies and eating ice cream. I told her about someone coming in and is going to be staying in the extra room I have. She was just as confused as I was.