Emilia Robertson just moved to California with her dad, Joseph. Emilia stumbles upon pop star, Justin Bieber, which she despises because of his attitude and his cockiness. She tries to avoid him but he keeps running back because she is not like other girls.

Will Justin try to win her heart?

Will Emilia give in?

Find out in "Extraordinary"!


8. Party Time

Brooke(at the top)💘
Emilia's POV💘:

After Justin left, I took a shower, flat ironed my hair, put on my party outfit(on last chapter), put on light makeup, and headed out of the door.

When I got in my car, it was 6:48 pm. The party starts at 7. So, I went to Brooke's house.

When I got to Brooke's, she was still getting ready. Good thing Tiffany moved from Beverly Hills.

When she finished, we left and drove to Tiffany's.

"You look hot!" Brooke said.

"Are to kidding me? Brooke you look like a model!" I said, whilst driving.

Tiffany lives in a huge mansion because her dad is the creator of Instagram.
(I know the creator's last name is probably not Rosco. I am just making it up.)

When we got there it was 7:04 and a lot of people were already there. I parked my convertible, we walked out like a boss, and we walked into the party.

People EVERYWHERE!! People were drinking, partying, making out, or barfing. This party was going to be lit.

"I am going to get a drink." I said to Brooke.

"I am heading for the dance floor." Brooke said.

I went up to the bar and ordered a Margarita. And might I say Margaritas.

By 7:15 I was really drunk.

"White Iverson, when I started balling I was younnnggg!! You gon think about me when I'm gone!! I need that money, like the ring I never woonnnn!" I sang while dancing with Brooke.

I was so drunk, I started twerking on Brooke. Then that's when my favorite song came on: Stressed Out!!

That's when I just got a little crazy!

Justin's POV💘:

I got to the party a little late because I had to talk with Scooter. When I got there, alcohol and sweaty bodies filled my nose.

Nothing like a party!! I walked further in, I see a drunk Emilia twerking. How can a girl contain so much ass?

I saw Brooke dancing with some guy. So I walked over to Emilia.

"Hey Emilia." I said to her.

"Hey Tiger." She said growling. I need to record her right now.

"How many drinks did you have!?" I asked her.

"5! Woooo! Turn up!" She started dancing on me! As much as I love this, it's wrong. I stopped her.

"Emilia you're too drunk!" I said to her, but she kept dancing on me. Curse you hormones!

I stopped her and dragged her over to the bar.

"Bottle of water please?" I asked. The bartender nodded and gave me a Deer Park bottle.

"Drink this." I said to Emilia.

"Why!?" She pouted.

"So, you can get more drunk." I lied.

She immediately drank the whole bottle. "Better?" I asked.

"Better." She ran back to the dance floor and started dancing with herself until this big, creepy guy came dancing with her.

Uh um, she is mine!

I ran to Emilia and grabbed her and Brooke. I dragged them out of Tiffany's house and into my car. They probably drove here, so I will pick Emilia up tomorrow to get her car. They got in the back. The next thing that happened, I think God blessed me! They started making out. Thank the Lord!! When we got back to Emilia's house, they were both out cold. I picked Emilia up, got her keys from her purse, and put her upstairs on her bed. I went back to my car and dropped Brooke off, What a night!!

Shitload of stuff just happened!!Vote and Comment!!

Thanks for reading!💕


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