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?
© 2012 by beliebervision. All Rights Reserved.


4. Chapter 4

My books dropped about 5 times, every time I rushed to get to my next class. Anxiety built up in my chest and you could say I was pretty scared. I had no idea what was going to happen to me. If my life would be taken, or if I’d be perfectly fine. I just didn't know and it was bugging me.

I didn't see any sign of Faith for the rest of the day, which also made me worry. What if that Bieber kid took her or something?  And Max didn't show up either, not that I care.

I decided to just try and clear my thoughts so I could focus on my last class of the day. At least this would be a class where I wouldn't be anxious and weird the whole time… hopefully.

“Okay class, please get out your books and yesterdays assignment, we will be passing that forward.”

Crap, Crap, Crap. I had totally forgotten to do that assignment because my mind was so focused on that stupid gun after I got home! I've never, not done an assignment before and what if my parent’s find out? I’m so dead!

How ironic it was, that I’ll probably be dead before my parents have the chance to kill me! Which I shouldn't be happy about, at all, yet I am.

“Ms Barillas?”

“Um,” I started, not knowing what to say. “Yeah?”

“Do you have your assignment?”

“Not exactly…” I squeaked.

“And why is that?”

“Because I…” my mind couldn't come up with an excuse, but it didn't have to because the teacher’s phone rang.

“Hold that thought for a moment, would you?” she asked.

Gladly, I thought.

I sighed with relief and sank down in my desk to hide the everlasting embarrassment on my face. Sadly I’d still have to come up with something to tell her which was a daunting task. Maybe I should say that I was too busy helping my brother with his homework? Dear lord that’s lame… I could say-

“Ms Barillas?” the teacher called my name from her desk. “Never mind about the assignment, there’s somebody waiting out front for you.”

I was stunned. Who the hell would be waiting for me now?

“Do you know who it is?” I asked, grabbing my things and heading towards the door.

“No, they didn't say.” She replied.

I sighed nervously. “Alright, well thanks anyways.” I said and barged out the door. As much as I wanted to get out of that class at the moment, I didn't want to go see this ‘mystery person’ because I had a feeling I knew who they were.

While walking to my locker I dropped my things about a million times, again, due to my anxiety. My hands were wicked sweaty and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I just felt like throwing up or something, I was honestly scared out of my mind.

After what seemed like forever, I was outside and looking around for this person who was waiting for me. And then I found them.

I froze. My jaw tightened, my eyes closed, my hands balled up at my sides.

“You scared, love?”

My right eye opened just a tiny bit and then closed again.

“Ah, come on love don’t be scared.”

Vibrations ran through my whole body.

“Look, we just have to bring that gun back to him and then you’re free.”

My eyes shot open. “What?”  I whispered to the guy.

He stared at me with a confused look. “You’re the girl who has Justin’s gun, right?”

Now I exchanged a confused look with him. “Who’s Justin?”  I asked.

“You know what? Never mind.” he grabbed my arm. “I know you have it and we’re going to go give it back.” his mouth formed into a fake smile.

“No!” I tried to get out of his grip. “I don’t know who you are so get the hell away from me!”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “This always happens to me…” he muttered. “Well I guess we’ll have t-“

Another guy got out of the car and shouted. “God damn it Ryan just hit her on the head already so we can go!”

I looked at the other guy with horror.

“Okay, okay…” he muttered and everything went black.



I caught myself staring at her again. Of course I despised the girl for dumping food on me, talking to me, and stealing my gun. But I wasn't going to lie and tell myself she was ugly. This girl was almost the definition of beautiful. Not the definition, but she was damn close to it. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair fell perfectly over her shoulders and her face was just perfect to look at. But I’m Justin Bieber, the killer, the bad guy, the mysterious kid. She’s just some bitch who has my gun and broke all of my rules without even knowing it.

I sighed as I got up from the nice leather couch. I just wanted to fall asleep on it and never wake up. Just get away from my crazy ass life. Sadly, my job awaits me.

I rubbed my face with my hands before calling out for Ryan. He came and sat down where I pointed and Chaz followed, probably out of habit.  I let out yet another sigh and sat down on the couch facing them and where the girl was placed, still out cold.

Chaz broke the awkward silence. “What’s the matter Justin?” he smirked.

“If you’re going to say it, don’t.” I growled. “Now is definitely not the time.”

Clearly catching on, he became quiet and the awkward silence returned again. This time it was Ryan who broke it.

“Justin, is there a reason you called us in here?” he asked.

Suddenly my tiredness faded and I went into business mode. “Yeah, actually there is.” I started only to be interrupted by a faint whisper beside me.

“Where am I?” the girl asked, trying to sit up. Her eyes darted around the room and I could feel her body shaking the couch. She gasped. “You’re Bie-

I cut her off. “What don’t you get about ‘don’t talk to me’?”

I could tell she didn't know what to say at first but then she crossed her arms. “It’s a free country.”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, babe, this is my house and I make the rules around here.”

“I don’t have to listen to you.” She stated. “You’re not my mom.”

My jaw clenched and my heart pounded. “Obviously not but you’re here now and I’m the boss.”

Chaz and Ryan watched intently from their seat across from us.

“I still don’t have to listen to you.” She was brave for talking to me like this. Even for talking to me at all.

“Look, babe-“

“Don’t call me that.”

Okay now she was pissing me off. “Then don’t talk to me and we have a deal.” I smirked and held out my hand. She became shy and turned away from it, knowing I had won.

As much as I wanted to knock her out again, I just couldn't do it to a girl. It’s easy with men but surprisingly enough, I’m not one to hurt a girl.

“What do you want from me?” she asked.

I sighed. “Talking to me yet again I see?” I turned towards her and looked into her eyes.

She shied away again.

“Ryan, hit her on the head please?” I asked and he nodded while getting up. “She’s giving me a migraine, and we all know those don’t bode well with me.” I got up and motioned for Chaz to do the same and as we walked away to the kitchen all I could hear was:

Nothing and I smiled. 

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