The Bet

When East High's basket ball team captain, Justin Bieber, looses his slutty girlfriend to one of his worst enemies. His friends try everything to cheer him up. They tell him he can take any of the cheerleaders to prom. But Justin has been with every cheerleader in school. What happen when the boys choose a pathetic girl and make a bet.


2. Dinner.


-Justin's Pov-


"Jaz?" I called out as I walked through the front door of my home. I live with my mom and Jazzy, my sister. My mom and dad got a divorce when I was about 5 years old. I always used to blame myself for there divorce. I still do sometimes. I have a brother but my dad took him. I get to see him on the weekends though. Jasmyn has long brown hair and really chocolate brown eyes. She's 15 years old. She goes to a different school then me because she wanted to go to the school Jaxon goes to and since they're the same age they'll be in the same classes. "Yes?" she asked as she walked into the living room. "Um can I have girl advice?" I asked sheepishly. I've never asked anybody for advice! Especially for a girl. "Is this some kind of joke?" she giggled.. "Will you help me or not?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes. Now come tell momma Jazzy whats the matter." she sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. You know like the way we used to do it in preschool. How did they call it . Cris-cros applesauce? I never understood why they called it that. She patted the seat next to her. I rolled my eyes playfully and followed her lead. "Ok so. There's this girl. She's a loser, but I really wanna do something nice for her and take her to prom but when I asked her out she turned me down. What should I do?" I asked. She thought about it for a moment. "Hmm. Well first of all; is it a bet?" she looked into my caramel eyes. I shook my head. She's my sister who cares if I lie to her? She hates it when I bet with the guys but I never back out on bets. I don't wanna look like a pussy.









"Ok then. Um well you should do something nice to her. Hmm you should give her flowers? Sing her a song? Give her chocolates?" she suggested. "If that doesn't work?" she thought about it for a moment. "Show her she can trust you." she smiled. "That should do it." she added and nodded approvingly. "What's going on in here?" my mothers voice startled me. "Oh hey mom." I stood up and greeted her with a hug and a kiss. "Hey sweetheart. Dinner is almost ready ok?" I nodded. She kissed my cheek and walked out the door. I turned back at Jasmine who was biting her lip. "what?" I asked. "Um can I have guy advice?" she asked shyly. I chuckled. "It's gonna pain me to say this but yes you can." she looked up into my eyes trying to find something. "Thank you." she chirped. "Ok. So there's this boy in my class. He totally ignores me. But he helps me with stuff without even asking. Today I was caring a heavy box and he took it from me and carried it to my desk. Girls around the class keep saying he likes me or that he's my best friend. What is that telling you?" she asked. "First off; he's a gentlemen for carrying that heavy box. I would have beaten him up if he would have walked right passed you. Second; maybe he does like you but he doesn't want to make a complete fool of himself. There's some guys who would do anything to impress a girl. For example; he could have done pushups in front of the whole class just to impress a girl or talk about his "gf" which you know he doesn't have. There's other guys that are shy. They're scared of saying or doing something stupid. Make the first move." I shrugged it off as if it was nothing. She looked surprised. "Wow." that's all she could say. I chuckled.









"Okay guys. Dinners ready." my mom walked in. We just stood there for a while. "It's my home made spaghetti." she called out and she walked back in to the dinning room. She didn't have to say that twice. We both rushed into the dinning room and bumped into each other. Jazzy kept slapping my arm. "move fatty." she yelled. I chuckled. "No ugly." we kept slapping each other and pushing each other. Ok I know your saying we're acting like little kids but if you tasted my moms spaghetti then you would know this is worth it. Especially since my mom cooks it every now and then. Since I beat jazzy to the table she slapped the back of my head. I chuckled as she passed by me to sit on her seat. "Mom. Jazzy has something to tell you." I smirked at jazzy who was sitting across from me. My mom sat down after she served us. "What is it sweetheart?" she asked. I looked back at jazzy who now had a smirk on her face. "Justin has a crush." she spilled. My mom faced me with shock written all over her face. "Jazzy has a crush in her class." I blurted out. She turned her face back at jazzy.

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