1: Bieber

All I could hear in my head was that one name. It felt like I had been forced to hear it replay in my head for years.
Bieber. Bieber. Bieber.
It never stopped and perhaps it never will...
It always brought trouble, yet it always brought happiness..
Will it ever end?
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27. Chapter 27


Okay so, maybe I wasn't prepared to have my old best friend and a really fat guy try to kill me. Butch--the fat guy--ran at me, basically at the speed of light (surprising, I know) and knocked me down. I couldn't breathe. I felt like a freight train had hit me more than once. 

Chaz hovered over me and sneered. "Not so tough are you now, Justin?" 

I held up a finger signaling him to wait for a moment. And if you're wondering--it wasn't my index finger. Then, even though I was uber exhausted, I heaved myself off of the floor. Butch grinned as I tried to catch my breath. 

"Are you done being a wimp? Come on, now even I'm better than you." Chaz snickered. 

"Well," I saw Butch, out of the corner of my eye, watching the TV that was mounted above the bar. I took that as my chance to roundhouse kick him in the face. Butch crumpled to the floor. "There. Now you know what it feels like to be unconscious." 

Chaz looked down at Butch, then back at me. His eyes were dark. "You won't get through me that easily. Remember, we used to be friends? Best friends. How could you possibly kill your best friend?" 

I thought for a moment. "You're about to kill me." 

"Touche. But I have to." Chaz swung his fist at my face. I dodged out of the way at the last second. 

"Well, if you have to kill me; then I have to kill you." 

Chaz glared at me. "I don't think it works that way."

I smiled. "I do." 

I punched his nose. He stumbled back and fell over Butch. His nose was bleeding badly, but he returned to his feet anyways. 

"Okay, now you're asking to be killed." Chaz snarled. 

I raised my hands and smirked. "Go ahead." 

He grinned evilly. Then he lunged for me again. I stepped away at the last second, causing him to hit his head on the floor. I knelt down beside him.

"I don't want to kill you. But I don't want you getting in my way when I kill Colton." I whispered. 

Chaz groaned--yet he nodded in agreement. 

"Good. Now it's time for the fun." 

*Peyton's POV*

"This room is tiny. Can't we just go back to the one that Justin is in?" 

Colton shook his head and laughed. "Not going to work. Anyways, this is a jail. That other room was an add-on to the building. Quite nice, isn't it? It's better than the warehouse." 

I crossed my arms. Colton propped his feet up on the desk in front of him as he took a sip of his beer. I was seated in an old, leather chair that was placed in front of the desk. The room wasn't very big. It resembled a principal's office at a high-school.

"So this is your headquarters then." I observed. Colton nodded. 

"It seems more professional than that lame excuse for a house owned by your boyfriend. Don't you think?" 

"He's not my boyfriend; and no, I don't think. This place is creepy." 

"Oh, come on. We all know you have feelings for each other." He sneered. 

I shifted in my seat. "Well, yeah. That doesn't mean that we're officially boyfriend and girlfriend though."

"Fair enough. At least you've admitted that you have feelings for the pathetic idiot." Colton smirked. I mentally slapped myself. 

"He's not an--you know what? Never mind. Let's move on. How did we get here?" I asked. Colton sighed. 

"Well, you see, I sent Butch and Chaz to capture you after my endless nights of watching you. I figured that since you and Justin were as close as I wanted you two to get, it was the perfect time to bring you here so we could...talk." 

I lifted an eyebrow. "Right...I should have guessed." 

Colton opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, but was interrupted by the door swinging open, revealing Justin. My heart did jumping-jacks as I ran over to hug him. The embrace didn't last long. I heard a click behind me and Justin whispered:

"Peyton, don't turn around."

I heard Colton laugh. "Come on, Justin. Let's go have a little talk."  

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