The Names BIEBER

Its Kaite Howards first year in the small town of Stratford, Ontario. She is a senior along with her newly made best friend Abby Martinez. Kaite is the shy, quiet, bookworm, while her friend Abby is the life of a party. Abby got an invite to a party and decided to drag Kaite with her, while shes there, she meets a handsome, atractive, mysterious, dangerous boy. The only thing she knows is to avoid a boy named "Bieber"....


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4. Party gone wrong

       We pulled up to Nick's house, people pilled all over the place. Some had smokes in their hands, others were nodding their heads to the deep bass oozing out of the house.

  " You nervous?" Abbs asked me.

   I shake my head yes before responding. " Yeah as nervous as I'll ever be, but at least Trevor is here." I grabbed the handle of my door, and out I stepped. Abby came around to my side, linking her arm through mine, dragging me to the house's porch.

   We opened the door, the bass filling up my body, placing a spell on it with those hypnotic notes. I felt energized. I didn't even notice Abby was gone until she tapped me on the shoulder, holding out a red cup filled with clear liquid. I took a sip, the liquid burning my throat, making my eyes water.

  "Abby what is this shit?"

  " Uh Alcohol, DUH! Its a party Katie, you have to live a little on the wild side." Abby slumped, her body already taking on a buzzed feeling. "I'm going to go find some people, ill catch up with you later." And with that being said, Abby turned around, her heels clicking as she walked away.

   What a bitch, I thought, the first time I go to a party and she leaves me. I sighed, and started pushing my way through the endless amount of bodies, all jumping and dancing to the dubstep. Finally, I smiled as I came to a room that was empty, except for the few sleeping bodies that littered the ground. I  sat on the couch, kicking my feet up onto the coffee table.

  I was wondering where my boyfriend is, its been 2 hours into the party already. I stood up, my legs shaking bit,due to the lack of pressure applied to them. I took a step forward, deciding I felt well enough to walk, I left the room. As I was walking, I ran into someone, hitting the ground with a thud. "Ouch...." I groaned.

 " Watch where the fuck youre going bitch." A deep voice growled. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the stranger. They were an icy cold black, and displayed in them was resentment and anger. Personally I was shocked by how rude the stranger was. I stood up slowly.

  " How about you shut the fuck up. Nobody told you to get in my way, douchbag." I sneered at him. Bitch mode activated. The stranger was a bit shocked, but then his face clouded, filling with anger. He grabbed my arm, pushing me into the wall, getting right in my face.

 "Talk to me like that again," His voice whispered coldly, sending shivers up my spine." And ill have your head bitch." I froze, his warm breath, fanning across my face. With that being said, he let go of my arm, and turned, giving me a death stare before walking out the door. If looks could kill, id be dead by now.

  My body was still in shock from what happened. I spotted Abby in the corner, making out with some random guy. I shook my head in disgust, and made my way to the nearest bathroom.

  After about 10 minutes of searching, I finally found one. I stepped in, closing the door, and locking it tight. I turned on the sink, cupping my hands under the faucet. The cool water brought me instant relief. I wonder who that guy was... I wonder what his problem is. My thoughts kept straying to the stranger I knew nothing about. His eyes were burned into my head. They were filled with much malice & anger, it frightened me.

 I was interrupted by a loud moan, coming from the room right next door.

" Oh Trevor, harder, go harder!"

 "Alright baby." The voice groaned back. Trevor? That's my boyfriends name. Hmm... He wouldn't, would he? I unlocked the bathroom door, taking off my heels so I wouldn't make a noise. The bed was crashing angrily into the wall.

 I slowly opened the door and found an unpleasant surprise. There was my boyfriend, fucking some blonde bimbo.

  Before I could stop myself, I yelled " TREVOR?!?" He pulled out of the girl, shock written across his face.

 " Katie... Let me explain." He asked sadly. I was still standing there by the time he was finished getting dressed. He took a step towards me, my body stepped back. I snapped out of shock, and shot him a look of pure disgust.

 " DONT TOUCH ME!!" I screamed at him. He sighed, taking another step forward, which in return, I took one back.

 " Please..." His voice whispered.

 " No, fuck you. I'm so done with you and your bullshit. You weren't worth the time and effort." I turned and walked away. Tears were streaming down my face. I glanced down at my phone, the time was 1:09 am.

 I stumbled around the still crowded house, looking for Abby. She was nowhere to be found. I finally gave up my search, and walked out the front door. I saw that Abby's car was gone. Great, just fucking great, I sighed, my own best friend left me yet again, alone at some random party. I slipped on my heels, and continued to walk home. A car squealed by. I swiveled my head around, catching a glimpse of a black range rover before it disappeared around the corner.

  Soon after that, another car pulled up. I glanced out of the corner of my eyes. I noticed it was Trevor's truck. It halted and I could hear the slamming of a car door, and angry curse words.

 " Katie, " A desperate voice rang through my ears. " will you please just listen to me?"

  " NO!" I screamed. bending down to take off my heels.

   " It was an accident. I didn't know what was happening." His voice, pleading for me to listen.

 I turned around, he was 2 feet away. I glanced him up & down. "You weren't worth my time." My feet padding as I turned around and walked forth. Suddenly I was yanked around, my wrist cracking.

 " Shit!" I yelled out in pain as my body was whirled to face Trevor's. His blue eyes were laced with anger. His tone harsh.

 " Just listen to me you bitch."

 " I told you no!" My voice cracking from the pain. He raised his hand, and faster than my eyes could see, it collided with my face. I gasped, and so did he. He let me go, realizing what he'd just done. I grabbed my broken wrist and started running.

 " Katie wait!!!" I heard his shout echo. I turned on the corner, running as fast as I could. I didn't realize I'd stumbled into the wrong part of town. After about 15 minutes of running I stopped. Catching my breath, I took in my scenery. I was by a bar, and in front was the black Range Rover. I got a strange feeling. As I neared the car, I heard yelling.

 " How come you don't have the money Drew?!?" A voice shouted angrily.

 " Im sorry! Please just give me till Monday! Ill have it by then." Another voice replied, frightened.

  I know I should've turned back, but something about that voice seemed familiar.

 " Times up. " The angry voice responded, cockily. I heard a click. I was crouched down behind the trash can. I peeked my head out so I could see. There was a scrawny boy, who looked to be about 19, cowering on the floor. Blood stained his face and clothes. And standing over him was a boy who looked to be about  19 as well. I gasped as my brain registered the sight. The boy who was standing, had a gun, and was aiming it right at the man on the floor.

 "Please..." was the last thing I heard before the silence was shattered by an ear-piercing shot. I screamed. The boy who had the gun, turned towards me.

 " Who the fuck is there?" I heard another click, and I panicked. This guy was going to shoot me. I shot up and booked it out of there as fast as I could. I heard footsteps behind me.

 I was yanked backwards by the stranger as he grabbed a fist full of my hair. I hit the ground, landing on my broken wrist. I screamed out in pain. I felt a cold pressure against my back. I froze. I heard a sinister laugh. I was staring at a pair of black supras.

" I told you bitch, I'd have your head." The boy smiled. He pulled me up and I got a look into those eyes. Recognition hit me. Its the guy from the party, but his eyes are blacker than ever this time, and his face distorted with anger.

 "You.." Was the last thing I said before everything went black.

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