The New "It" Boy

Ariel Hope Jenson had the looks, the popularity, a rich family, and the hottest boyfriend in school. But when he breaks up with her in the most public way possible, she wants revenge. She starts dating the lame boy, justin bieber, and tries to use him to be popular again. Will something that started out as something fake turn into something real?


4. Justin's Story

Ariel’s Point of View


School was like torture. The walls were plastered with the picture of me and Justin. When I walked in the hallways, people would snicker and whisper things about me; people hit me, pushed me, and laughed right in my face. I was no longer the front cover of the school newspaper. I was no longer the “it” girl, and Logan and I were certainly no longer the “it” couple.


Everything was just going downhill.


I wasn’t even welcome at my usual lunch table anymore.

“Hey, can I sit with you guys?” They all eyed each other waiting for someone to say something.

“No, you can’t sit with us anymore. Oh and you might as well enjoy the attention while it lasts.” Selena would say in a bitchy tone. Then she would proceed to make out with Logan while I was still there. They were the new hottest couple in school now.


The torture wasn’t just in school; it would continue to haunt me even when I was home alone. The picture was all over my Facebook news feed and the only time I got a notification was when someone tagged me in the picture of me and Justin and when someone tagged me in the video which Fredo filmed. My life has turned into a nightmare.


This has been going on for two weeks. After two weeks passed, things started to die down, but now I was just a nobody. I had no friends. I even tried calling my parents during this time because I just got so lonely. I had no one to call or text, I had nowhere to go, to run, or to hide. It was like I was a prisoner.


I heard the doorbell ring, and I just assumed it was the mailman because no one would visit me by free will.


After a minute or so, I heard the doorbell ring again. And again. And again.


Getting tired of hearing the doorbell over and over again, I made my way downstairs and opened the door.


“What do you want?” I said without even opening the door completely.


“Justin Bieber, get the fuck out of here.”


“I just came here to clear things up.” He mumbled.


“And you’re talking to me because?” I asked impatiently.


“Well since you're kind of not the popular girl anymore, I have no reason to be scared of talking to you.”


As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. We were on the same level.


I scoffed. “Oh yeah? Well guess what? I’ll always be known as the girl that was once popular, but you’ll always be Justin Drew Bieber; the guy that craved so much attention and wanted to be the popular guy so bad, that he would photoshop a damn picture and send it to the popular girl’s boyfriend.”


“I actually came here to talk to you about that.” He muttered.


“Oh you don’t have to. The only thing you’ll do is apologize and that’s the last thing I want from some freak like you.”


“I didn’t come here to apologize.” He said quickly.


I waited for him to continue.


“I came here to explain to you exactly what happened the night of you and Logan’s 3 month anniversary.”


I thought about it. Maybe I can get some answers, since I don’t even know what happened that night.


“Fine, come in. I’m doing this for myself.”


“Thank you Ariel.”


“Yeah, yeah whatever. By the way, it was our 2 month anniversary.” I said softly.


“Wow, I’m actually in Ariel Hope Jenson’s home.” He said looking around in amazement.


“Just sit down and cut to the chase.” I said, rolling my eyes.


“Should I take my specks off?”  


“Specks? Who the hell says that anymore? Just call it ‘glasses’, for crying out loud.”


“Actually my family had this tradition where you take it off when you talk about something serious.”


“Yeah, well I’m not part of your ‘family,’ now get to it.” I said, losing my patience.


Suddenly, he turned sad. I rolled my eyes. “Ugh, fine. I’m sorry. You can take your ‘specks’ off if you really want to.” I said with a bit of a sarcastic tone.


“No, it’s not that. It’s just... ” He hesitated. “My parents died when I was 3. They got shot during a robbery.” He looked away.


“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”


“No, it’s fine. It happened a long time ago. I just can’t stop thinking about them.”


I nodded, not knowing what else to say.


“So you want to know what happened right?” He said, breaking the silence.




“Okay, so I was-”


I interrupted him. “Hold on.” I took off his glasses. I smiled. “Go on.”


He smiled too. “Well ,I was driving home from the chess club meeting after school, and lucky me, Ryan and Chaz were driving right next to me. I didn’t know who was driving, but one of them drove in front of me and my car slightly collided with his. His car was okay, but mine wasn’t. They both drove off, leaving me in a broken car in the middle of the road. Luckily, there weren’t any cars around so I didn’t have to worry about holding any cars back. I got out of my car and I thought I was smart enough to fix it. I ended up spending hours just trying to fix it, but I couldn’t. That’s when I called a tow truck and the police to report the minor crash. But just then I realized, if I told the police Ryan and Chaz were guilty, his whole crew would gang up on me and I didn’t want that. So I just said that an animal crashed onto my vehicle. They believed me. The tow truck came and carried my car away. The police offered me a ride home since it was late at night, but I refused. I just decided to walk home because I figured it could save more trouble. So I started walking home and I was only a couple blocks away until I came across your body on the front lawn of someone’s home. You weren’t dead, but I could tell you were drunk because you tried to make snow angels on the grass. I didn’t want to just leave you there because god knows what will happen. So I carried you to my house first to let you freshen up. But you were still drunk. You put your hair into a really, really, messy bun and you begged me to make out with you. Of course, I rejected. But you weren’t stopping so I gave you a quick peck on the cheek, but you forced my lips on yours. I was freaking out, so I had to push you off me with all the strength I had. We just kissed once even though you wanted more. Then you kind of just passed out. I stole my mom’s car and then I dropped you off home. Luckily, your door wasn’t locked and no one was there. I just put you on a random couch and I left.”


I listened to his story carefully and it all started making sense now. “So, you didn’t photoshop that picture?”


“Nope. It was a real kiss. But I have no idea who took the picture.”


“When I punched you a few weeks ago, after Logan and I broke up, why didn’t you tell me that you didn’t photoshop the picture? Why didn’t you tell me what you told me right now?”


“I was kind of scared of you.” He said laughing.


My eyebrows came together. “Why?”


He scoffed. “Are you seriously asking that question? Ever since freshman year, you and your ‘posse’ would pick on me. If I said the wrong thing at the wrong time, I was done with.”


“You were really that scared of us?” I said.


“Of course. Now you know how I feel because you’re in the same position I’m in.”


I nodded.


Suddenly I was feeling sympathy for this kid. As much as I hated it, we were on the same team.


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