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If you already thought going to university fresh out of high school wasn't hard, well try this. Going to university, not knowing anyone, get embarrassed the second you leave your room and to make matters worse something happens to you that you can't even explain.

So what do you do? Live life like nothing ever happened? No way. 'Cause after you've been changed once there's no way in getting out when you're fully transformed.

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3. Chapter 3

Adrienne's POV

I had managed to sneak off campus successfully without anyone giving me any looks or stares. My plan was to just get off campus to start, then get to my car. At least it'll be away from so many people.

As I drove down the busy streets of Calabasas, I noticed a couple of photographers snapping pictures of me. Really?

I took a couple turns so I wasn't on some of the most busiest streets and parked my car.

I was freaking out. People have already spotted me. This isn't good. I pulled my phone out to see that it wasn't mine. I have an iPhone 5 but the case wasn't mine. Furrowing my eyebrows, I slid my finger across the screen to press unlock.

There wasn't a pass code so I had instant access to the phone. But how did I get someone else's phone?

Maybe if I look through the pictures it'll tell me who's phone this is. As I scrolled through the pictures, I realized that this phone belonged to Justin.

If that means I have his phone, maybe he has mine.

I quickly dialed my number before pressing it too my ear. I could feel my heart racing as I waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?"

—~—

Justin Drew's POV

I got a couple of glares from my fans as I walked out of the hotel that I was staying at. They probably thought I was with Justin since I was wearing his clothes, but little did they know.

I walked down the street seeing the paps out of the corner of my eye. They were waiting on me but I knew I'd never come out anytime soon. I guess it's better this way for now. Nobody knows were I am.

How did this happen anyways? How come I'm the one that has to go though all of this? I know that I haven't been as good as I used to be but that's not my fault. I just want to have fun. Isn't that what life's about?

I understand this may be a punishment but I don't think I deserve it.

As my mind consumed me, I felt a buzzing in my pocket. Pulling out my phone I saw that it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" I spoke. I stuffed my other hand in my pocket as I kicked rocks on the sidewalk.

"I-Is this Justin, or me?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Yes I'm Justin, but who are you?" I asked nervously.

I could hear the person on the line let out a breath. "I'm Adrienne. But I'm in your body."

I didn't know what to say. How was this happening. How did we trade lives or brains?

"Okay, if you are really me, what tattoos do you see?" There was a moment of silence then she answered.

"On your arms you have a believe tattoo, an owl, a tiger, an x, a fish, some Chinese character and a picture that somewhat looks like Selena Gomez."

I rolled my eyes. "Firstly, it's not Selena. And secondly, I think you're right. You are me."

"What do we do? I have to be in college right now and I think the paparazzi have spotted me." My eyes widened.

"You've got to be kidding me! How'd they find you? Where do you live?" I was freaking out at the moment. If anyone sees this like Scooter, I'm dead.

"I live in Calabasas. Where are you?" Adrienne asked.

"New York." I could already see it. The tabloids will honestly go crazy.

"Alright, here's the plan. I'll come to California in a day or two and meet you wherever. Just go back into hiding. I think that would be the best for now."

"What about my school? I have to be in class."

I let out a groan. "Just chill okay? Else this plan won't work."

"Okay okay. I'll head back to campus. See you when you get here."

The phone hung up and I muttered a few curse words under my breath. Today's gonna be one hell of a day.

—~—

After pulling some strings with Kenny—since he would be the only person I could trust at the moment— I had arrived in Calabasas safely. I texted Adrienne while I was on the way asking her were she lived. I told the driver and we were off.

After getting lost around campus, I eventually asked for directions to the girls dorm rooms. Adrienne had told me that she lived on third floor in room 69. I couldn't help but laugh at the number.

I took a deep breath as I let my fingers hit the wooden door. A moment later the door burst open revealing myself. Adrienne grabbed my wrist and yanked me in.

"Calm down." I said as I pulled my wrists away from her. She closed the door behind me before speaking.

"Sorry, I'm still getting used to your strength." She nervously laughed. I raised a brow in amusement before sitting down on her bed.

"This is crazy. I still can't believe this is happening." She sat down beside me letting out a groan. I nodded in agreement.

"I know. Scooter is gonna kill me. I'm supposed to be on tour right now."

Now that I think about it, Adrienne has to go back before Scooter freaks out. I can already feel his rage.

"We need to go back on tour. You need to be me until we can figure this out." I told her. She gave me a crazed look.

"Excuse me? I can't go on your tour. I can't even sing!" Adrienne cheeks turned a dark shade of pink. To be honest, I've never seen myself blush before and it was quite embarrassing.

"Hey! Stop making me blush! You're making me look ridiculous." I crossed my arms over my chest as I glared at her.

"Sorry I can't help it!" She reasoned. I just rolled my eyes.

"Whatever. You need to go back. I'll stay here for now and take your college classes. It doesn't seem that hard anyways."

Adrienne gave be a baffled look. "You in college? That's just crazy! You're gonna get me kicked out of school."

"How would you know? I may be awesome in whatever you're majoring in."

"Right. Think you can handle eight years in med school?" My eyes widened.

"Okay maybe not med school. But never say never."

Adrienne laughed. "I was just kidding. I'm majoring in journalism."

I let out a sigh. "That won't be so hard. Now if I'm gonna go to college, you have to go on tour."

"But Justin I can't sing!" She whined. I gave her a little slap in the chest. "Man up! Your not Adrienne anymore! Your me, teen heartthrob Justin Bieber. You have my voice."

"But—" I cut her off. "Just try and sing one of my songs. You'll do fine."

"Okay, I'll give it a shot." Adrienne took a deep breath before she closed her eyes.

"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke. As long as you love me, I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be your gold." Adrienne opened her eyes to see that I was smiling wide.

"That was perfect! See nothing to worry about." Adrienne smiled back before resting on the bed.

"Okay, I have the voice, but you dance so much. How am I supposed to learn all your dance moves?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll teach you most of them. But most of the time I just groove to the beat and interact with the fans. You don't have to make the dancing perfect."

She nodded her head. "Okay. Do you need to tell me anything else?"

I gave her a smirk. "This is gonna take all night."

—~—

We both lay on the ground exhausted from practicing all of the dances that I do on tour. It wasn't that hard after a couple tries and soon Adrienne was dancing perfectly. She even had a little swag.

"So you think you got it?" I asked as I sat up. She rolled her eyes at me before nodding her head. "Yes Justin."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Okay, so I guess your going back tomorrow, right?"

She shrugged her shoulders "I guess, but I'm only doing this so you don't get in trouble."

This time I rolled my eyes. "So am I. Don't want you to fail college do we now."

Adrienne's POV

I looked at myself or should I say, I looked at Justin. For one, I was pretty tired, and just thinking about performing on stage makes me sick.

"J-Justin? What if I-I freeze on stage?" I asked looking down at my fingers. Just the thought made my stomach hurt.

I felt him rest his hand on my shoulder and I honestly felt shivers go through me.

"Don't worry, I'll come out to the shows as much as I can. You'll see me in the crowd and I'll be there."

"Really?" I asked in total shock. Suddenly Justin started to laugh. "You can not freeze, or you're dead." My eyes widened.

"Thanks for the support." I got up off the ground and gave my body a stretch. Justin's body isn't that flexible but he is strong.

"Seriously, you have to perform perfectly or Scooter or anyone else will know something's up."

"Okay okay, I'll try my best, but you have to promise me that you'll actually try and not fail college. My parents will kill you otherwise. And I was hoping that you'll actually come to the shows so I won't be as nervous." I awkwardly asked.

"Don't sweat it, I'll be there since I already told the boys I'm your girlfriend."

My eyes widened. "What? Why would you do that?" I could feel my face start to heat up.

Justin merely shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. "Cause they were pissing me off."

I let out a groan. "That doesn't give you a reason to run off and tell your friends that we are a couple." I exclaimed pointing between us.

"You don't even know what they said about you, they thought you were a slut that I found in a club. I was only defending you."

I hadn't even noticed that my hands were in fists. When Justin told me that he was defending me I started to feel horrible for screaming at him.

"W-What did they say?" I looked down at the ground feeling so insecure. I was freaking Justin Bieber and I was as insecure as 13 year old girl going through puberty. That doesn't make sense.

"They thought you were a slut, a whore anything that you'd find in a club. I wasn't gonna let them say that right in my face. They think that I only have sex with girls and never talk to them again. They think that I can't even find a girlfriend."

Justin sounded so broken, I didn't know what to say. Then an idea popped into my head.

"You know what?" Justin looked at me and raised a brow. "Let them say what they want, let's prove to them that you can find a girl and be happy with her."

"So your not mad that we have to fake date?" Justin asked. Honestly, it did hurt that he said 'fake date' instead of date, but I'll deal with it.

"No, lets have some fun with this."

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