Just Friends (Justin Bieber FanFic)

She is a dancer, He is a pop star, Bella always loved Justin, and he always had a thing for her, but there love was forbidden, dancers weren't to have any relationship with Justin other than to be 'acquaintances' but what happens when they want to be more? Will she be risking her one and a life time chance to be a dancer for Justin? Because everybody is replaceable.


4. Secrets

Justin: Can you meet me at Octane in downtown Atlanta?

Me: Yeah? How do I get ther?

Justin: I'll send a driver, c u @ 1?

Me: KK c u ther.

I locked my phone and ran to my suitcase. I had no idea what to wear so I grabbed out a pair of skinny jeans, a white tank top w/ a brown leather jacket, white flats and hopped on the elevator. The elevator stopped at the 3rd floor and on walked Scooter. "Hey Bell," He said, when he finally noticed me. I looked up, "Oh hi sir, how are you." He didn't answer, "Where are you going?" He asked. "Oh, I thought since I am in Atlanta I would go see an old friend," I lied, more like a new friend. Scooter laughed, "Same thing Justin said." I nearly fell over, how long was this elevator ride going to be. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and I literally ran out. "Wait," Scooter called. "Yes?" I said turning around. "If you happen to see Justin, tell him to call me." "Um, sure," I said opening the glass door. Freedom. Outside waited a black S.U.V, and the driver stood outside with my last name on a white index card. I ran to the car, "Hey for Bella right?" I really had no idea what to say, and honestly I didn't just want to hop in the car. Without saying anything, the old man opened the back door and I hopped inside.

It didn't take long to get to Octane, which I now learned was a fancy  café downtown of Atlanta. I walked inside and immediately spotted Justin, although I think he saw me first, "Hey Bella," He said. "Hey," I said sitting in the barstool type thing across from him. The place looked really nice inside. "Can I ask you something?" I asked Justin. "Anything," He said, making me believe I could actually ask him anything. "That day.. when you picked me to be a dancer... why did you pick me?" Justin looked surprised. "You were a good dancer, and," I leaned in closer to Justin, "There were a lot of good dancers." Justin had something to say, but he wasn't saying it. "Tell me," I whispered. "It wasn't just that you danced good, but you felt it, something in your eyes wanted it, more than anything in the world," Justin was right, "I did, because dance was the only thing I had, the only thing that never left me when I need them the most... I mean needed it." I stuttered trying to fight back tears. Justin put his hand on my shoulder, "What happened Bella, who left you?" he whispered.  

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