Believe...

"Don't ever forget me," I say, pushing a gold locket into his hands. His forehead presses against mine. "Never," he promises, and kisses me for what could be the last time ever. Sophia Smith is Justin Bieber's best childhood friend, and first love. But when he gets a record deal and leaves to Atlanta and away from Canada, Sophia is torn. But Justin promises he will never forget her... but has he really kept that promise? A story of love, fame, hope and believing...

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3. Catching Feelings

Jenny's sprawled across the red sofa, holding her phone up to her face, her eyes flicking across facebook updates.

"Me and Damien broke up this morning," she says casually. I raise an eyebrow, although it's no surprise. They've been on and off for months now.

"Mmph," I mumble, and twist a lock of dark hair round my finger.

"I think we're broken up for good now. There's no...spark, no feeling anymore."

I nod, and feel slightly jealous that she's been in heaps of relationships, and I've only been in one. The best one. With Justin. Tears prick my eyes, so I quickly look away, and hide my face behind my cardigan.

"Pia?" Jenny whispers softly. That's what she calls me. Not Sophia. Pia. She can always tell when I'm upset. I don't meet her eyes. "Are you okay?"

I sniff back tears. I don't nod, because that would be lying, and I don't shake my head. I just stay unresponsive. She's quick to sit beside me, and squeezes me like a good friend does. "It's Justin isn't it?" she says. I nod this time, and she gives me a sympathetic smile. "Awwh, sweetie, boys are such pains."

"Don't say that!" I snap before I can think about it. "Justin's not a pain, he's my life. And always will be."

"But honey, he's with Selena now. Maybe it's time to move on?" She brushes my arm reassuringly. Selena. I grit my teeth every time I hear her name.

"Move on?! Jenny, maybe it's easy for you to move on, your relationships mean nothing to you. You use guys like trophies, there is no love for you. But for me it's different! Me and Justin had an irreplaceable relationship!" I shoot. My hands immediately dart to my mouth, realizing what I just said. "Oh, God, Jenny, I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

It's too late. She shakes her head and walks out the room sniffling, and I sigh. I look around and see other girls chatting and a couple guys drinking cans of stuff and eating sweets. Me and the girls usually come to SYC (Stratford Youth Club) on Fridays, but the others bailed on us this week, leaving it just as me and Jenny. Well, now it's just me. I reach over to grab a green  cushion and bury my face in it. I scream, but it gets muffled in the cushion. Tears roll out of my eyes , and when I look back up, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Red faced, bloodshot eyes, and messed up hair. My eyes flick back down to the cushion, which is now stained with black mascara. A group of bitchy girls all look over at me and stare over and snigger. I glare at them. One of them, with bleached blonde hair and orange foundation comes over and sits besides me.

"You're making yourself look like a fool," she says. She has big brown eyes that are surrounded by too much eyeliner. Anger builds up inside me. She has no idea.

"You'd never understand. You're a slut, you have no clue, do you?!" I take a deep breath, and look away.

"What? Excuse me little miss teary, but I'd prefer if you don't call me a slut. Just because you've never had a boyfriend," she sniggers. I grit my teeth, and release my contained anger.

"Never had a boyfriend? I had a freaking 4 year relationship with Justin Bieber, and he loved me like no one will ever love you!!" I rage. She laughs in my face.

"Justin Bieber? Get a grip!" She says, in hysterics. I storm out the room and slam the door. A youth worker tries to come after me, but I yell something to rude for words, and promise myself I will never return to that dump.

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