Please Don't Go. 4

Justin}

"Ooh, I love this!" Cassidy pulls a shirt off a rack and holds it out for me to see.
I sigh and nod. "Nice."
We've been shopping for hours, and she "loves" everything. And she puts everything back.
She crosses her arms. "You've said everything is nice."
"You've said you loved everything."
"Whatever." She grabs the huge stack of shirts that the lady at the store picked out for her, and hands them to me. "I want all these."
"No problem, anything else?"
She picks up another stack, this one of shorts and pants and skirts, and slightly smaller than the other stack. She sets them on top of the shirts. "These."
"Got it." The clothes are totally leightweight.
"I want some purses."
"Sure. Let's go pay for this stuff."
We go over to the counter, and while I'm paying, she looks at hair clips and crap.
"Alright, let's go get you some purses."
We go to another store and she picks out seven purses, each a different color.
"Good Lord, you need all those purses?!"
She looks at me like I'm an idiot. "Duh."
"Whatever." I pay for everything and we leave. And of course she makes me carry all the bags.


"Justin! Get your ass out here!" Scooter screams.
"Yeah?" Why the hell is he freakin? I hop off the bus and lean against the side of it. "What's up?"
Scooter lets out a big sigh. "Christian's going to accompany you on the tour."
"Awesome. But I already have Cassidy."
"Let me finish. I know you have Cassidy. But there's four rooms on your bus, so it'll be fine."
"So what's the problem?"
"Caitlin's coming too."
My stomach drops. "What? Why? When?"
"Next month. She wanted to come, and when Christian told her she couldn't, she threw a fit. Long story short, if Caitlin can''t come, Christian can't either."
"Oh my God." Caitlin and I haven't been on the best terms. After we broke up, she flipped out a little, and the next thing I knew she was threatening to... Forget it. It doesn't matter. "Can't we just leave her on the side of the road or something? She's smart. She'll find her way home."
Scooter laughs. "No way, kid. Listen, I know it's hard with what happened, but maybe she forgot about it."
"She didn't. She wouldn't forget about that. She's gonna hold onto it until she needs it. And now that Cassidy's here she'll think of her as a threat, and that's the end of my career." I sigh, and look at the ground. "I'll end up being a hobo."
"Who's gonna end up being a hobo?"
I jump, and spin around. I didn't even hear Cassidy get off the bus. "Uhm, nobody."
"Justin, tell me!" She puts a hand on her hip.
"It's none of your business!" I hear the anger in my voice. Stupid Caitlin, making me mad enough to take out my anger on pretty girls.
Scooter coughs. "Imma go. See you guys later..." He turns and hurries to one of the other buses.
Cassidy looks down and takes a step back. "Whatever."
"Listen. I'm sorry. But it doesn't matter. Just don't be surprised if I suddenly dissappear off iTunes." I push past her, get on the bus, and go to my room. I lock the door, collapse on my bed. I glance at my bedside table and see the picture of Chrstian, Caitlin and I. Her eyes seem to be taunting me. I pick up the picture and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall and the glass shatters. I let out a scream of fury. I barely got out of this last time. Caitlin's gonna ruin this all for me.
I hear a tentative knock on the door. "Justin? Are you okay?" calls Cassidy.
"I"M FINE!" I certainly don't sound fine. I sound furious. Because I am.
"Whatever," she mumbles. I hear her walk away. Whatever. Like I care.


I rub my eyes. Did I fall asleep? How long was I out? I sit up and look at the clock. Shit! Five hours! I jump out of bed. I run my hands through my hair. I need to calm down. I hurt Cassidy's feelings. I need to go apologize.
I'm about to knock on her door, but a noise stops me. It sounds like a guitar. Is she playing a guitar? And... singing? She's got some voice. I open the door without knocking.
She stops and looks up. "What are you doing?"
"Were you just singing and playing guitar?"
She pushes some hair behind her ear. "Uhm, yeah."
"It was really good."
"Thanks," she says, blushing.
I walk over and sit down on her bed. "Play something."
"What?"
"Play something for me."
"Uhm, okay..." She swallows and starts strumming, and singing The House That Built Me by Miranda Lambert.
I'm speechless, shocked. She stops and looks at me. "It was horrible, wasn't it..." She blushes deeply and puts the guitar down.
"No! No, that was amazing! No joke!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously."
She smiles. "Thank you." Then she stands up. "Now get out."
"What?"
"You were rude to me and it hurt my feelings. Get out."
"About that... I'm came to apologize. I'm just really really stressted out about something right now. I'm sorry."
Cassidy sighs. "Fine. I guess I forgive you."
"Thank you. Now..." I stand up, lean towards her, and kiss her, for a really, really, really long time.

Please Don't Go. 3

Cassidy}

"When are we leaving?"
This bus is so hot. It's like a hundred degrees in here. I'm laying on the floor, and I'm just wearing my tank top and my shorts. I took off my t-shirt awhile ago.
"Soon." Justin pulls off his jacket and throws his hat on the floor. "Oh my God, it's like a sweat machine in here!"
I giggle. "You said that in an interveiw."
"So I did," he replies, smiling at me. His teeth are perfect. I think I might be starting to have feelings for him. No, no, I can't like Justin. He's him, and I'm me. Whatever.
"Yo! Justin! We're almost ready to go!" Kenny hollers to us.
"Aight!" Justin looks at me. "You gotta pee or anything? It doesn't really matter, there's a bathroom on here."
I shake my head. "No way. I'm not getting left behind again."
He laughs. Then, the bus jolts to life, and we're off.


"How dare you? You cheated!" I shove Justin, and he shoves me back.
"How dare I? It's my bus, and it's my game. I'll cheat if I wanna cheat."
We're sitting on the floor of the bus, playing some basketball video game, and Justin's ahead by like 50 points. "You loser."
"I'm not a loser. Last time I checked I was a super hot pop star."
"Loser. Butt hole. Dummy. Jerk. Looo-serr!"
All of a sudden he jumps sideways, lands on top of me, and pins me down. "So I'm a loser, huh?" He chuckles; his breath smells like cinnamon.
"Yeah, you are a loser. A loser with very good smelling breath." Whoops. Did that just come out of my mouth?
"I have good smelling breath?" He laughs again. "Maybe we should make sure..." He kisses me lightly, just a small peck on the lips, nothing much, but it lasts about three or four seconds.
I pull away, or at least try to. Since I'm laying on the floor, it's a little difficult. He pulls away. "Why did you do that?" I ask.
"I dunno. Felt like the right time." Then he realizes that he's still laying on top of me and gets up. "Uhm, I need something to drink," he says awkwardly, then leaves to another part of the bus.
Wow. Justin Bieber just kissed me. Oh. My. Goodness.

"And this is where you'll sleep." Justin gestures to a room, then opens the door. There's a bed - probably queen or king size - a closet, and a bathroom.
"Oh my God!" My jaw drops. "This is amazing!"
"I know right." He shrugs and smiles. "My room's basically the same but the bed's different."
"Awesome." I really cannot believe this. "So, uhm, I'm kinda tired, I guess."
"Oh. Do you want me to leave so you can sleep?"
"I don't care. I'm probably just gonna go to bed soon."
"Alright." Justin turns as if he's going to leave. He pauses, but then exits the room.
I sigh, and fall on the bed. I'm about to curl up and go to sleep when I remember I don't have any pj's. I get up and walk over to Justin's room. I lightly knock on his door. He answers it seconds later.
"Hey Cassidy. Miss me already?"
"I don't have any pajamas. My stuff."
"Oh, well, hold on." He walks over to his suitcase and pulls out some basketball shorts and an oversize t-shirt. "Here ya go."
"Thanks," I say, taking the clothes.
"We'll go shopping tomorrow and get you some stuff."
"Justin, you really don't have to-"
"Give it a rest, Cassidy! I'm getting you new clothes, whether you like it or not!"
I roll my eyes, turning to leave. "Whatever."
I hear him scrambling around behind me. "Wait!"
"What?" I turn around.
Justin grabs my arm and pulls me close to him, kissing me.
"Mm!" I squeal in shock. Justin moves away.
"Night, Cass." He smiles an adorable little side smile and closes the door.
I turn, float back to my room, and lay in bed, unable to fall asleep.

Please Don't Go. 2

Cassidy}

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. The bus is gone. GONE! I can't believe this! They just drove off without me! Didn't anybody notice that I was gone? I flip open my phone, about to call Steph and tell her to get them to turn that stupid ugly bus around and come pick my ass up, and I notice that there's no cell service.
"Shit!" I turn on my heel and stomp back inside. I look around. There's no one in here but a young-ish looking woman and a little girl who I'm guessing is her daughter or little sister. No one here can help me. There's no way I'm getting in a car with strangers.
Sighing, I walk back outside and sit down on a bench. I feel tears spring to my eyes and I try my hardest not to cry. But it doesn't work. Soon, I'm sobbing, and I hurry back inside to the bathroom. I shut myself in one of the stalls and bawl my eyes out. There's no way they're coming back for me. I won't get home, I'll be stranded in stupid Georgia for the rest of my life. I already hate this state. I wish I'd never come on this trip anyway. Sure, most of last year was a blast, but some other times... I don't want to think about it. I won't think about it. I refuse to. I'm over it.
I sniffle a little bit, then dab at my eyes with a wad of toilet paper, smooth down my hair, and walk out of the stall. I glance at my reflection in the mirror. Oh, God, I look horrible! My eyeliner's all smudged and my hair's a mess, and mascara's running down my cheeks. I pull a hairbrush and some makeup out of my purse and quickly make myself presentable. When I'm ready, I march back outside into the gas station. I look through my purse and find sixty dollars. What I'm doing with sixty dollars in my purse, I don't know, but at least I have money.
I search the aisles for something low-carb and finally select a bag of potato chips, the only halfway decent snack I could find. I turn to go to the cash register and run smack into someone.
"Oh!" I fall back onto the ground, and hit my head a little. It's nothing serious, I know, but it still hurts.
"Aw, damn!" I hear someone say. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" The voice sounds vaguely familiar, but I can't place it.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just hit my head." I rub my head and try to get the spots I'm seeing to go away. Wow, I'm gonna have a big bruise tomorrow.
"Are you sure? Here, I'll help you up, give me your hand, come on. Oh my God, your head's bleeding! Oh, wait, that's your hair-tie." He sounds a little panicky.
"Dude, calm down, I'm fine. My head just hurts a little. Just a headache." I start getting up, holding on to the shelf to keep my balance.
He sighs. "Okay, give me your hand, c'mon."
I reach out and take hold of his hand. "Thanks," I mumble.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I let out a sigh, and finally the spots start to fade from my vision. I'm starting to see clearer now. For the first time, I get a good look at the guy who ran into me. I gasp a little, staring into his gorgeous brown eyes. "I-I-I....I'm Cassidy."
He smiles. "His Cassidy. I'm Justin. Justin Bieber."

*AN: okay so pretend the bus is like, you get on, and there's the driver's area, and then there's the kitchen and a table, and then there's a little living room with a couch, some chairs, and a tv, and then there's four bedrooms which each are through a door and they all have a bathroom, a closet, a tv, and a dresser. yeah I know, not realistic AT ALL. But whatev.* 
"Why are you here?"
"Well, I just started a tour, and we stopped for gas." Justin pops a Sour Patch Kid into his mouth and smiles.
We're sitting outside on one of the benches, talking. He gave me some asprin for my head, and bought me a soda to take them with. I told him I had my own money, but he insisted to pay.
"And then you very inconsidorately bumped into me and almost gave me a concusion." I laugh, teasing him. He laughs too, and throws a piece of candy at me.
"Take that!" He tosses another one at me and I shriek and put my hands up.
I giggle. "Stop it, stop it!"
He stops. "Sorry, but that was too funny. But seriously, you're stranded here?"
I nod. "Yep. The bus just up and left. It sucks."
"I can imagine." He takes a sip from his water bottle.
I'm about to reply when I hear heels clicking on the pavement. "Come on, Justin, let's go." A shortish woman with long dark hair stops next to the bench. She snaps her phone shut. She's wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a way expensive purse.
Justin glances at me, then looks back at his mom. "Uh, mom, can we hang out here a while longer? I feel car sick."
"Don't be ridiculous Justin. Now let's go."
"Hey, mom, listen..." He jumps up and goes over to his mom. I can see him saying something to her, but they moved away so I can't hear him. She's shaking her head, but then she stops, sighs, and nods. Justin smiles, and walks back over to me. "Hey, so, Cassidy, do you wanna come on tour with me?"
Oh my goodness. I'm not really a "Belieber" or whatever, but I'll never get this chance again. This is crazy. "Uhm, yeah! Yes! I'd love to! That'd be AWESOME!"
He grins. "Great! Well, c'mon! Aw, shit, your stuff's on that stupid bus, isn't it?" He sighs, and I nod. "Well, I'll buy you new stuff. Better stuff."
"No, Justin, I can't let you buy me stuff."
"Cass, you have no choice in this. I will buy you new clothes and everything, and you will love it." He smiles and grabs my hand. "Now come ON!" He pulls me to the tour bus, and let's me get on in front of him. I step on the bus, and I'm shocked.
"Oh my lord! This is... CRAZY!" This bus is huge. There's all sorts of crazy stuff here. I can't even begin to explain it.
He laughs, and pulls me over to a couch. "You like it?" He plops down beside me on the couch and turns on the t.v. "Whatcha wanna watch?"
"I don't really wanna watch t.v. Sorry."
He switches it off. "No problem. We got all the time in the world. What do you wanna do?"
I sigh. "I want to go to Florida. I want to lay on the beach with my best friend Stephanie, I want to get out-of-this-world manicures and pedicures from this teeny-tiny nail salon behind a Wal-Mart with my other best friend Kelly, I want to play beach volleyball with the guys and tease them about everything. I want to do what I was supposed to do this summer. I mean, this is great and all, coming on tour with you, but I'm missing my friends." I didn't mean to say that at all. I meant to say I wanted to play poker. But that's what came out. Crap.
Justin leans forward, resting his arms on his knees and looking at me. "Listen Cass, I know you miss your friends, I miss mine too. And if you want us to take you to Florida, we will. But I really want you to stay on this tour with me."
"You do? You want me here?"
"Yes, I want you to stay here."
I can't help but smile. "Okay."

Please Don't Go. 1

Cassidy}

"AGH! YOU'RE STEPPING ON MY HAIR!" Stephanie shrieks and starts hitting Kelly's ankle.
"OMG! I'm sorry, Steph!" Kelly picks her foot up and helps Steph up. "But why were you crawling around on the floor?"
"I was looking for my lipgloss, dummy!" Steph rolls her eyes and walks to the back seat of the bus. She plops down into the seat next to me. "Ohmygoodnessgracious, Cassidy. Can you believe that SOME PEOPLE are rude enough to step on someone's hair while they're looking for their lipgloss? Ugh!" She makes sure Kelly knows she's kidding and whips out her phone. "So, what's the first thing we do when we get to Florida?" She throws me a knowing look.
"Uh, go to our room?" We're on the way to camp in Florida, and we have about seven hours to go before we get there. We've been waiting for this trip for months, and its finally here. Last year was amazing, and we're sure this year is going to be even better.
"No, moron. Well, yeah, actually, I guess we do have to go to our room to put our stuff away first, but after that!"
I sigh. "Change, beach, guys."
"Yes! God, I love beach guys. They're so...beachy." She laughs and flips her brown-highlighted-blonde hair over her shoulder. "I don't know why you insist on sticking with guys from boring Indiana. I would much rather have a guy from Florida than Indiana." Stephanie hates our home state. She says the second she turns 18, she's packing up her stuff and moving to New York.
"Call me crazy, but I actually like some guys back home. And speaking of guys from back home..." I trail off as I see Zach, my current crush, walking back toward us.
"Oh my goodness gracious," Steph mutters. She pulls out her eyeliner and a compact mirror and ignores Zach.
"Hey Cassidy," he says, smiling at me.
"Hey Zach!" I reply, full of pep.
He glances down at Steph. "Hey skank."
"Hey dick." Steph replies in monotone. I hit her arm. "What? He is."
"Whatever." Zach rolls his eyes. "So, Cassidy. I was wondering. Once we get to Florida, you wanna hang at the beach with me? I bet we could get a mean volleyball game together. And you could help me organize all my stuff in my room." He winks.
"Sure! I'd love to play volleyball and hang out on the beach, that sounds really fun." I purposely leave out the part about going to his room. I know where he's going with that, and I'm not interested.
He takes the hint. "Well, okay then. It's a date." He flashes a heart-stopping smile and goes back to his seat.
I sigh. I'm about to say something to Steph about how dreamy he is, when the bus comes to a sudden halt.
"ALRIGHT! FIFTEEN MINUTE BREAK!" calls the bus driver. "HURRY!"
We all line up and get off the bus. There's a long line for the bathrrom, and I end up being last. Before I leave the gas station, I check out some of the stuff they have. Snowglobes, t-shirts, purses, teddy bears, everything. Apparantly we're in Georgia. I yawn, stretching my arms, and turn to go back to the bus. I step outside and the sun hurts my eyes. I don't see anyone I know or hear any familiar voices. I look around for Steph or Kelly or Zach or somebody, and when I don't see them, I realize it, and my stomach drops.
The bus is gone.

Mistakes: 7

"Justin? Where are you?" I'm pacing around my room, talking to Justin.
"I just needed to clear my head. I just needed some space." His voice sounds far away, as if there's not good signal where he is.
"I understand, but I need you to come back, okay?"
"Alright. I'll be home soon."
"What did you say?" I stop pacing.
"Huh? I said I'd be home soon."
"I know. You said home."
"Oh, I, uhm, meant I'll be to your home soon."
I smile. I'm about to say something, but he hangs up. He said he would be home soon. As in our home.
I'm probably overthinking this. It was probably just a slip of the tongue. I plop down on the couch and watch t.v. for about a half hour until Justin walks in.
"Hey," he says, seeming grumpy.
"Hey babe. You alright?"
"No. I need to talk to you."
Oh no. "Yeah?"
He walks over and sits next to me on the couch. "I have to go back on tour. My mom just told me today."
"What?! I thought you paused it!"
"Yeah, about that. I didn't exactly tell my mom, or Scooter, or anyone I was pausing the tour. I just kind of left. They're really mad."
"Oh."
"And I talked to my mom about bringing you."
"You did?"
"And she said she would have to think about it."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm sorry." Justin gets up and walks upstairs.
I lay on the couch and quietly cry.


I'm standing in the kitchen, making a salad, when Justin walks in. He grabs my arms and pulls me into a long kiss. I kiss back, but then he starts getting more frantic, aggressive.
I pull away. "Justin. What are you doing?"
"I just love you. And I want to show you how much I love you."
I look at him. "Seriously?"
"Only if you want to."
Biting my lip, I think about what could happen. I'm gonna go for it. "I want to."
"Let's go."
We hurry up to my room.
And it's amazing.


Justin wraps his arms around me, and I sigh, leaning against his chest. "Justin, you're the best boyfriend ever."
He smiles. "I try."
"Shut up," I say, laughing.
He looks into my eyes. "I love you so much, Nicolette."
"I love you too, Justin." Even though we've said it a thousand times before, it's like it has a whole different meaning now.
Justin sits up all of a sudden. He looks away, then back at me. "I have to go somewhere."
Is he SERIOUS? "Where?"
"Somewhere. I'll be right back, though. An hour, tops."
I sigh, afraid I might cry. "Okay," I reply quietly.
He smiles sadly and climbs out of the bed and gets dressed, then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves.
I frown, then get out of bed and pull on some shorts and a tank top. I shuffle downstairs and grab a bag of chips, then sit down on the couch to watch t.v. until Justin gets back.


An hour and a half later, Justin gets home. Finally. I'm still sitting on the couch watching Jersey Shore, sipping a bottle of rasberry tea.
He glances at me as he walks in. "I'm back."
"Really? I didn't notice." I have to admit, I'm in kind of a bad mood.
"Rawr." He raises his eyebrows.
"Stop talking to me. I'm in a bad mood."
"I can tell. But I got the best idea." He smiles and sits next to me, turning off the television.
"Hey! I was watching that!"
"Just shut up and listen. I got the most perfect idea ever."
"What?"
"Nic, you're my favorite person in the world. I love seeing you happy, and when you smile, the whole world gets brighter. You are one of the main reasons I wake up in the morning, and if I could spend every single second with you, I would." He slides off the couch and kneels in front of me.
Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.
Justin smiles up at me. "Nicolette, I love you. More than anything." He pulls a small black box out of his pocket. "Will you-"
"Waitwaitwait!" I take a giddy breath and bite my lip. I can't believe this. "Okay. Go on."
He laughs, grinning. He opens up the box and I see a gorgeous diamond ring. "Nicolette Marie Wright, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you make me the happiest man in the world, and marry me?"
I gasp and put my hand to my mouth. Oh my God. I can't believe it. Justin just proposed. To me. Justin just asked me to marry him. I happily nod. "Yes. Yes! Yes, I will marry you!" I start crying, and Justin jumps up, picks me up, and spins me around.
He sits me down and slides the ring onto my finger. I can't stop smiling.
"Oh my God, Justin. It's beautiful. Oh my God, oh my freaking God! I'm getting married!" I seriously cannot believe this.
"No, baby, we're getting married." Justin takes my hands and gazes into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you too." Grinning, I kiss him, and I never want this moment to end.
Then, I realize it won't.

Mistakes: 6

*I'm back! Sorry this took so long. I had issues with my laptop. This one might be kind of confusing, so... here. Also, I have another story I'm thinking of putting up here. It's called Please Don't Go. I think it's one of my bests. Anyway, here's the story. Enjoyyy.*

"Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Do I have to go to school today?"
He laughs. "Yes, yes you do."
"Poo." I plop down on the couch. I'm already dressed, but I was hoping Justin would let me stay home. He's been taking care of me for the past few days since I've been so sick.
He brings me a glass of juice. "Besides, I'm coming to school today."
I can feel the smile spread across my face. "You are?!"
"Yep."
"Great! And you have every class with me, right?"
He pauses, then walks into the kitchen. "Do you want any bacon?"
"No thanks. But you totally just avoided my question. Do we have every class together?"
"Are you sure? It's Canadian bacon, and I know how much you like Canadian stuff." He winks.
"Justin! Do we have every class together or not?!"
Justin sighs. "Well, you see... No."
"What?!"
"I'm sorry. I tried. But they said I can't have special treatment. I'm just a student again. Except for leaving early sometimes for recordings, photo shoots, interveiws, stuff like that."
My shoulders sink. "Oh."
"But I do have some classes with you, and then there's always lunch."
"You're right, I guess."
"You guess? I'm always right."
"Whatever Justin. Get over yourself." I smile at him so he knows I'm kidding.


I slam my locker and turn around to go to class. I'm about to walk away when Alex slides in front of me, backing me against my locker.
He smiles. "Hey Nicolette."
I try moving away, but he blocks me with his arm. "Oh, uhm, hi Alex."
"How've you been? You haven't been at school."
"Yeah, I had food poisoning. They said it was something I drank," I say, hoping he'll take the hint. Even though it was really shellfish.
"Aw, that's too bad. Well, maybe I can make you feel better..." He starts moving toward me, and I move away from him as much as I can.
"Alex, stop."
"Come on, Nikki, you know you wanna kiss me." He gets closer.
"No, Alex, stop it!"
Right as Alex is about to kiss me, I hear someone clear their throat a little behind him. "Is there a problem?"
Alex spins around, face to face with Justin. "Do you mind?"
Justin nods. "Yeah, I do." He grabs my hand and pulls me away from Alex and to his side. "Stay away from my girlfriend." He puts his arm around my waist.
Alex gets in Justin's face. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it, Beaver? Sic your bodyguard on me?"
"I will personally kill you."
I know Justin means it, and it scares me. I give him a look. "Justin..."
"I'm not scared of you." Alex laughs in Justin's face.
"You should be."
I tug on Justin's arm. "Justin. It's your first day back in over a year. Don't be stupid. You'll get in trouble."
He nods. "Let's go, Nic." He takes my hand and starts to walk away.
Alex grabs my arm, jerking me backward, and shoves me against the lockers. He smirks at Justin, then kisses me. I push at him, trying to get him away from me. I can sense Justin's anger. Then, all of a sudden, Alex is gone, and he and Justin are fighting.
I'm frozen. Justin's strong; he works out a lot. But Alex might be stronger. They're just hitting each other, and there's blood, and it's horrible. I need to do something.
"Stop! Stop it! BOYS! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" I pull Justin off of Alex, or maybe it's Alex off of Justin, and step in between them. "Boys! Stop it RIGHT NOW."
They glare at each other, and Alex storms away. Justin starts to walk away. "Justin."
He stops, then slowly turns to look at me.
"Come with me. Now." I grab his hand and pull him to the girls' bathroom.
"Wait, this is the girls' room! I can't go in here!"
"Oh shut up." I drag him inside and over to a sink. I wet a paper towel and carefully dab at his lip. I feel so bad for him. "Oh, baby, your lip..."
"It's fine."
"It's bleeding."
"It's fine."
I wipe away the last of the blood and give him a light kiss. "Feel better, babe."
We walk out of the bathroom and go to our seperate classes. I'm in a better mood since I broke up the fight, but then I remember. It's Thursday, and I still have seven hours of school to go for today. Great.


I flop onto my bed and grab my phone. Let's see... only a week of school left. I can survive this.
Justin walks in my room. "Hey."
I ignore him.
"Nic?"
Nothing.
"Nicolette?"
Finally, I sit up. "What do you want?"
He pauses. "Are you mad at me or something?"
"Yes Justin, I am a little mad."
"Why?"
"Because of today! Justin, you can't just beat people up. It's not right. You'll get in trouble. You can't get in fights anymore."
"Alex was kissing you!"
"I understand that today was different, but you need to work on that. Today was your first day back at school. First day. And you got in a fight. You think that's okay? The teachers already don't care for you since you're famous. This is just gonna make them not like you more."
Justin doesn't say anything. I hate fighting with Justin, and he hates fighting with me.
"Justin, I'm sorry. But I've just been thinking about that and... you know."
"I know. It's okay."
"Justin? You seem more upset than you should be about this. What's wrong?"
"What? Oh, nothing. It's fine. I just... lost my favorite shirt."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive. Okay. I'm gonna go eat something." He leaves the room and walks downstairs.
Weird, I think. I get up and follow him. He's in the kitchen talking on the phone. I hide and listen.
"Mom!" he's saying. "Mom, I can't just leave! I just got here! I don't care what Sooter wants!" He pauses for a few moments. "I don't care, mom. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. No, listen, I- MOM!" He sighs. "Mom, if I leave now, my relationship with Nicolette is going to fall apart. I have to stay here, or we have absolutely no chance." His voice sounds tight, as if he might cry. "I need her, mom. I love her. More than anything." Justin pauses again. "I know. But doesn't he understand? Can't you tell him? Well why? He can't be that stubborn." Pause. "Oh." Pause. "I understand. I'll talk to her. Okay. Love you too. Bye." He hangs up and sighs, leaning against the counter. He puts his head down. I can tell he's about to cry.
I wait awhile, then walk into the kitchen. "Justin? Are you okay?"
Justin spins around and rubs his eye quickly. "What? Yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You don't look fine. Is there anything I can do?"
He looks in my eyes. "I love you. And you love me, right?"
I nod. "Of course I love you."
"And you know for sure that I love you?"
"Yes, Justin, I know that you love me."
"Never forget that. No matter what. I'll always love you."
I nod again. "Okay."
Then he walks past me and leaves.

Mistakes: 5

*shorty! it sucks, sorry. major writers block recently, and I've been crazy busy. but anyway. here ya go.*

Justin holds my hair back as I throw up. I've been bent over the toilet for hours, and I feel miserable.
"Oh my God..." I moan. I feel like crap. "I feel like crap."
He chuckles. "I can tell."
"It's not funny."
"Sorry."
I finish puking up the contents of my stomach and sit back. "What's wrong with me?"
He sits next to me on the floor. "Maybe you had something bad to eat."
"Or maybe I had too much to drink."
"Yeah, about that. You normally don't drink a lot, do you?"
I slowly shake my head. "No, not really."
"Well, you smelled like alcohol. Like, a lot, a whole lot. Like you'd drank an entire bottle of vodka."
"Well, somebody gave me a drink, they said it was vodka and Red Bull, but I couldn't taste the Red Bull at all."
His fists clench. "Who gave you the drink?"
I shouldn't say anything, I really shouldn't. But I can't put up with a whole bunch of crap right now, I really can't. "Alex."
"I knew it." He starts to stand up. I grab his arm and stop him.
"Justin, don't. Not right now. I need you." I clutch his arm tighter, digging my nails into his skin as another wave of nausia passes over me. "Oh my God."
"Nic? What's wrong? Are you feeling sick again? Here." He pulls my hair back like a ponytail, and tilts me gently toward the toilet. I throw up again.
"Get me some medicine."
"What do I get?"
"Something that will make me stop puking, you moron!"
"Okay! Sorry!" He hurries out of the room. He returns a few minutes later with some pills. "Here; take these. I got them from Lindsay. She says she takes them after she's drank too much."
I take the pills with a cup of water and immediately feel better. "Oh my gosh, are these like magic pills or something?"
"I guess." He laughs.
I stand up slowly, and Justin helps me. We walk to my room and I lay down on my bed. "Oh my goodness, my bed is so soft. I love my bed, don't you Justin?" I have to admit, I might be a little bit drunk.
He laughs and smiles. "Yes, I definately love your bed." He lays down next to me. "I love you, Nicolette. Are you too drunk to understand that?" He's still smiling.
"No, I'm not. I love you too, Justy-Wusty." I grin.
We just lay there, don't say anything, till eventually I fall asleep in Justin's arms.


"Wake up, sleepy head," Justin whispers in my ear.
"No."
"Yes. Get up. You have to go somewhere with me."
"Not now. Later."
"No, now! Get up!" He starts jumping on the bed, and pulling covers off me.
"Justin! Oh my God! Stop it! I'm hungover, I spent all night throwing up, and I'm tired. Could you maybe act your age for once?"
He grins. "Nope."
I glare at him. "I hate you. And turn off the light."
"Come on, Nikki," he whines.
"Oh my goodness, fine, whatever." I get out of bed and walk to my closet. "So where are we going? What should I wear?"
"Anything. Just come on, we're going to be late! And we're going to a pool party, so bring a swimsuit."
I sigh. "Alright. Get out."
"Why?"
"Cause I'm gonna put my swinsuit on under my clothes!"
"I think I should stay."
"Out."
He look really disappointed, but leaves. Smiling, I change out of my pajamas into my turquoise Tomas Maier Triangle string bikini. I pull on a pair of white short-shorts and a black and white horizontal-striped loose, flowy tank top. I slip some white flip flops on my feet, then grab a big white tote bag and stuff a towel, sunscreen, sunglasses, and some extra clothes in it.
I walk out into the hallway, where Justin's waiting. "You ready?" he asks.
I start to nod, but then my stomach lurches, and I drop my bag and run to the bathroom. I throw up again and again and again.
"Nicolette?" Justin walks in. "Oh no, again?"
I can't reply. I lay down on the floor next to the toilet.
"Nic, you're really pale. Are you okay? Maybe we should get you to the hospital..."
I weakly nod, then throw up again. Justin takes my hand and helps me up. He grabs a bucket to take in the car with us, then helps me into the car. On the way to the hospital, I throw up a couple more times.
"Alright, we're here." He helps me out of the car and gets me inside, where they immediately get me into a room.
Justin stays by my side the whole time. I feel like absolute crap. I want to curl up in a ball and die.
Finally, the doctor comes in to tell us what's wrong with me.
"You have food poisoning," he says. "You ate some bad shellfish. That's all. You should be better in a few days."
"Thank you, doctor," says Justin.
The doctor leaves, I throw up, we go home, I throw up again, and I fall asleep. Then I wake up and throw up again.
It's going to be a long few days.

Okay People.

Alright. So this isn't a story, in case you haven't noticed. But I'm extremely excited and nervous about something and I need to tell people. So here we go, internet, listen up. There's a guy I like, no names shall be mentioned. He's really cute. I want to tell him I like him, but I like him so much that I don't wanna mess anything up, even though there's like nothing there. So I was talking to my friend and she said she would tell him for me if I wanted her to. And I thought about it for awhile..... and decided to let her tell him. So she's going to tell him for me Monday morning, which is technically tomorrow since its like twelve in the morning/night/midnight/whatever, on the bus on the way to school. But I'm also really nervous, because I have english class with him first period. And what if he says something? My friend told me he's really nice and he wouldn't call me out in front of everybody, and I really hope she's right. Even though it's highly unlikely that he'll like me back, I'm still really excited and really, really nervous to see what he says. But now, I can't stop thinking about him, and I've been listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift and a whole bunch of other romantical songs (but mainly that one) over and over again for the past hour or so. So you get how I'm feeling right now. Just wait till I hear his response. It'll be a frickin waterfall of emotion.

lovelovelove,
Riley

Mistakes: 4

*this one's kinda sucky, I think. I'm having extreme writer's block lately, and I've been working on another story too, so, yeah.*

"Are you sure you still want me to go to the party?" I pout and look at Justin.
"Yes, I want you to go to the party. Besides, I'm probably gonna hang out with Chaz and Ryan tonight. I haven't seen them in awhile too."
"But you get to take them on tour with you. And you never bring me," I point out.
"I'll bring you sometime, I promise."
"You make a lot of promises these days."
"Nicolette, don't start this." Justin looks at me, almost pleadingly. I don't want to fight; it just slipped out.
"Sorry. I just..."
"I know. But you're still going to that party." He grins.
"Fine, I'll go! Whatever!" I sigh, and Justin laughs.
"Atta girl." He kisses me on the cheek, then stands. "I gotta go. But I'll see you tonight, okay?"
"You'll see me tonight?"
"I'm staying here."
"But my mom's out of town."
"I know." He winks, and I catch my breath a little.
"Okay!" Smiling, I stand and folow him out of the room. At the front door, I kiss him, and what was meant to be a good-bye kiss turns out to be a long, lingering kiss, and I have to pull away. "Justin, you just said you had to go."
"I can be a little bit late," he murmurs, trying to pull me back into another kiss.
"No, Justin, no. Wait till later. Not now."
"So, later? As in later today, or another day?"
"Maybe today, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after that."
"Aww, c'mon Nikki!"
I smile. "You'll see." And with that, I push him out the door.

"Oh my gosh, this party is crazy!" Hayden screams over the loud music. If I Had You by Adam Lambert is playing.
"I know!" I shout back. I take another sip of my drink. This is probably the craziest party in ten years. Well, besides Gary Fincher's party four years ago. No one will ever forget that party.
Hadley stumbles over to us. "You guys, I love this party! The drinks are so much better this year!"
I nod. "I know! I heard Tanner hired baristas from a club in New Jersey where Pauly D dj's!"
Hayden shrieks with joy at this. "We're drinking the same drinks as Pauly D!" She loves Pauly D.
We all laugh. Just then, Alex strolls up with Tanner and Garret. Tanner puts his arm around Hayden's shoulders and whispers something in her ear, and they leave. Garret grabs Hadley's hand and leads her away again. Then Alex sidles up to me and puts his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.
"Hey, sexy," he says in my ear.
"Hey Alex!" I'm a little bit uncomfortable, but I try not to show it.
"You want something to drink?"
I hold up my drink to tell him I already have something. He smiles, then knocks the cup out of my hand, and the remainder of my drink spills all over the carpet. I gasp and jump back so it doesn't completely ruin my shoes. "Alex! What was that?!"
He smiles innocently. "I'll go get you another drink. Wait here." He leaves, and being the super nice person I am, I wait.
He returns a couple minutes later, holding a new drink in his hand. "Here ya go!"
I take it and take a sip. It tastes a little funny, but I ignore it, figuring it's just a different drink than what I normally drink. "What is this?"
"Vodka Red Bull! It's great!"
I smile and take another sip. It is kinda good, I guess. But all this music is starting to hurt my head. "This music is way too loud!"
"Oh yeah? Let's go somewhere quieter!" Alex grabs my hand and pulls me across the room and starts to go upstairs. I'm pretty sure this is a really bad idea, but I need to get away from this chaos.
He leads me down the dark hallway and opens a door. He lets me go inside first, the closes the door behind him. I slump against the wall, holding my head. My head is throbbing now; it hurts like hell. "Oh my God," I mumble. "Do you have any asprin?"
He shakes his head. "No, sorry. But at least it's a lot quiter in here, right?"
I nod a little. "Yeah, I guess." I take another sip of my drink, hoping it will ease the pain a little. It helps a little, and I smile a bit, then take another big gulp.
Alex laughs. "Good drink, I'm guessing?"
"What? Oh, yeah. It helps the headache."
"Maybe it would help if you didn't sit on the floor." He helps me up and I sit down on the bed. Then I lay back, sighing. My head still hurts a little. "You alright?" Alex sits next to me, and his voice has a little concern in it, but not much.
"I guess. My head feels a little bit better." Then I notice the way Alex is looking at me, and I realize that I need to get out of here right now. I sit up, and even though it hurts my head more, I stand. "I should probably get back to the party..."
"What's the rush? Why not stay up here and have our own party?" He gets up and moves close to me, backing me against the wall.
"Alex, I can't. I have a boyfriend."
"I can change that." He tries to kiss me, but I move my head to the side.
"My friends are downstairs-"
"Your friends are busy."
"But-"
I'm cut off when Alex covers my mouth with his. Surprised, I start to kiss back, just by instinct. Then I realize what I'm doing and push him away from me.
"Alex, stop."
"Why?" He slides his hand into my back pocket. The room behind him starts spinning.
"Stop!" I push him hard and he stumbles back a little. I take that as my opportunity and hurry away from him.
"Nicolette!" He grabs my arm, pulling me back towards him.
"Stop it!" I yank my arm away from him and run out of the room. My vision is really blurry, though. I hurry downstairs and run across the room. I spot Hayden stepping outside, Tanner-less. I rush over in the same direction.
"Hayden!" I stumble outside. Heels were most definately not made for running away from potential rapists. "Hayden!" I look around and see her leaning against the side of the house, sipping her drink.
She looks up at me. "Oh, there you are, Nikki! I was starting to get worried." She smiles at me. "Is Alex a good kisser?"
"What?"
"Your lipstick is smeared a little. You kissed him. Was it good?"
I quickly wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. "That's not important. Just get me out of here."
"Why do-"
"Just take me home!"
She shakes her head. "I can't drive. I've been drinking too much. Sorry. Ask Hadley."
I choke back tears and run back into the house. I look all over for Hadley, and finally see her heading towards the front door. "HADLEY!"
She spins around, searching for whoever called her name. I run to her.
"Hadley, take me home!"
I see concern in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head. "I'll explain later, just take me home now. Hayden can't; she's drunk."
Hadley hesitates. "God, I'm real sorry, Nikki. I'm a little buzzed too." She giggles.
"Ugh!" I run my hands through my hair. What do I do if Alex comes up to me? What if he tries to do something? He probably will. He almost did.
"Why don't you just call Justin? He's only like ten minutes away with Chaz and Ryan, right?"
I snap my fingers. "You're right! I'll call him." I walk outside and stomp through the yard. I quickly dial Justin's number and hit the call button.
"Hello?" answers Justin. I can hear Chaz and some girl talking in the background.
"Justin? Can you come pick me up?"
"What's wrong? Where are you?"
I can't tell him about Alex. "I don't feel good. I'm at Tanner's party."
"Alright. I'm getting in the car now." I hear the car door close. "I'll be there soon, okay?"
"Okay." I hang up and stand on the curb waiting for him. I feel someone watching me, though, and when I turn around, I see Alex staring at me from the guest bedroom window. It creeps me out, and I cross my arms tighter, clutching my phone tight in case I need to call anybody. When I turn back around about a minute later, Alex is gone.
Five minutes later, Justin pulls up. He jumps out of the car and hurries to my side. "Nikki, are you okay?"
I nod. "Yeah. I just want to go home, or maybe I could go with you back to wherever you were with the guys. They like me."
"Yeah, they do. Alright, let's go."
We get in the car and Justin drives off. I take a deep breath; I'm away from Alex. Hopefully I won't have any more troubles with him.
Justin decides to just take me home since my head hurts. I walk inside and slump down on the couch, and my phone vibrates. I glance down at it; I have a new text message. It's from Alex.
"Oh, no," I whisper.
"Hey babe. Looking forward to next time. Maybe we can make it a little more interesting ;)."
I feel light-headed. My head starts to hurt again, and the room starts spinning. It's like I'm on the Tilt-A-Whirl. I feel sick. It feels like my head is going to explode. Thn my stomach lurches, and I jump off the couch, run to the bathroom, and throw up.

Mistakes: 3

"Ohmygosh! You look adorable!" Hayden screeches and throws her arms around me, and I stumble backwards.
"Stop it! You'll mess up my hair!" I shove her away. "Why must you always hug me?"
"I'm a hugger." She rolls her eyes and smiles. "So when are we leaving?"
"Soon. We gotta wait for Hadley to get ready."
"Right. God, she is so slow! I can't believe I'm related to her."
"Really? I can." I laugh and pick up my phone. No calls from Justin. This is so hard. I try to keep it all inside so I don't bring everybody down, but I can't handle it. I need to talk to somebody, but I don't know if I can talk to my friends about it. They won't understand. Hayden's been going out with Tanner for six months. And Hadley always meets guys at soccer camp, and now she's going out with a gorgeous brown-haired blue-eyed senior named Garret who's on the varsity soccer team, the perfect match for her.
Maybe I should call Justin. I think I'm going to. I look up, and see Hayden flipping through my new Seventeen magazine. I dial and press the phone to my ear. It rings...and rings...and rings...and he finally picks up. "Hello? You've reached The Biebs."
"Hello Mr. Biebs, may I speak to my boyfriend?"
"It depends. What does The Biebs get if he lets you?"
"If he's lucky, he gets punched in the nose."
"Ouch. Sounds painful. How bout a kiss instead?"
"Whatever, Justin. You're an idiot, ya know that?"
"I know. But I'm your idiot." He laughs.
"Justin... We need to talk." I don't want to say it, but I do. I give Hayden a look, and she leaves the room.
He stops laughing. "What do you mean, 'We need to talk'?"
"I mean...we need to talk about us."
"Nikki...I know I'm gone a lot...but..."
"I know it's your job. And I know it's your dream. But I need you! I need you to call me when you say you're going to, not two weeks later. I need to see you other than on posters and interveiws and magazines." I can't start crying. I can't. But I feel the lump in my throat beginning to form, and I beg the tears not to fall. "I need you here."
"I'm trying. I really am. But I'm so busy. This week, I had four concerts, two interveiws, a meet and greet, I was on vocal rest for two days-"
"You can at least text me when you're on vocal rest! I just need to talk to you sometime! I don't want to find out what you're doing my checking your twitter or seeing a special on E! like I have been!"
"Nicolette!"
"Justin! I don't think I can do this anymore!" I can't stop it; the tears are streaming down my cheeks, and I don't even bother to wipe them away. "I'm sorry."
"Nicolette..." I can hear the sadness in his voice. "Nicolette I'm sorry. I wish I could be with you. But we both knew this would be hard. And I know its harder than you thought it would be. But I can't do anything about it! And I need you! I need you, it kills me every day not to be with you, to touch you, kiss you! I hate this just as much as you do! But neither of us have any control over it. I'm so, so, so sorry. Please, don't do this though."
"I'm sorry, Justin. I really am. I don't want this to be the only solution, but I can't take it. I just can't." I wipe away some tears, but it doesn't make a difference.
"I understand. But please, before you're absolutely sure, look outside."
"What? Look out-"
"Just do it."
I walk to my window, pull back the curtain, and look out into my backyard. I gasp. "Justin..."
"Hi Nikki." He waves to me, and I weakly wave back. Then, I drop my phone, not bothering to hang up, and run as fast as I can out of my room, downstairs, through the kitchen, and out the back door.
"Justin!" I run to him and leap into his arms. He hugs me, picking me up and twirling me around. "Justin! I missed you so much!"
"I missed you too." He sets me down and pushes my hair out of my face. "Why are you crying?"
"Because of you! First, you make me break up with you, then you do this crazy, nice, unexpected, totally sweet thing. What's your problem?" I laugh. "Oh my God, Justin. I love you so much!" I hug him again. "I can't believe you're here," I mutter into his neck.
"Me either. Don't ever scare me like that again, though, okay? Don't ever make me think you're breaking up with me. That was horrible. I thought I came all this way for nothing." He leans toward me more. "I would've tried to get you back though."
"I know you would've. But how can you be here? What about the tour?"
"I paused it." He shrugs his shoulders.
"You paused it? You paused it." I laugh, and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him really close to me. "You're too good to be true."
"Well, believe it." He closes the gap between us and kisses me.
I want it to last forever.

Mistakes: 2

"Nicole!"
I keep walking. I hate when people call me Nicole. My name is Nicolette, people, is that really so hard? Nicolette, or Nikki. But not Nicole.
"Nicolette!"
Now I stop and turn. Crud. It's Alex. I shouldn't talk to him, I really shouldn't, but I'm not rude enough to just ignore him. "Oh, hi Alex."
"Hey! I was wondering something."
"Yeah?"
"You're good at algebra, right?" He smiles. If I wasn't with Justin, I would've melted at that smile. I used to, but then I met Justin, and yeah.
"Uh, sure, I guess I'm good at algebra." I flip a lock of hair that's tickling my chin over my shoulder.
"Well, do you wanna come over and study with me? I need some help with this chapter, and I need a good grade on this next test."
Oh, no. There's no way I'm going over to his house. Hillary Clayton went over to his house to study last year, and he studied, alright. Hillary has a seven month old son now. "Uhm, I don't think so." I turn back around and walk towards my locker.
"Wait!" Alex calls after me.
I turn around again. "Look, Alex. I really have to go. I have stuff to do and I need to get home. I'll see you later, okay?" I turn back around and go to my locker, and I don't hear him call after me again. When I turn back to see if he's still there, I see him flirting with Kari Mitchell, a peppy blonde freshmen. Wow. He's really lowering his standards.
I shove my books in my bag and slam my locker. It's been a great day so far, but I'm really nervous about the party. I just don't think its a good idea to go. I'm about to call Justin to talk to him about it when someone rams into me from the side, and I fall, my books spilling out of my bag and everything going all over the place. "Ouch! Hey, what's your problem?" I sit up and rub my side. I hit the ground hard.
The kid's face is bright red. "Uhm, I'm really sorry! My friends pushed me into you, I'm sorry!" He starts helping pick up my books.
I look him over. Light brown, maybe dark blonde shortish hair, blue eyes, average height. His arms look kind of musclely, not like he works out all the time, but like he sometimes works out, when he feels like it. He probably plays football. He's wearing white basketball shorts and a dark orange sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He stands up, and sticks his hand out to help me up. "Thanks," I say, brushing some dirt off my jeans.
"Again, I'm really sorry."
"It's fine. What's your name?"
He swallows. "Ethan."
"Nice to meet you, Ethan. I'm Nicolette. You a junior?"
"No, sophemore. I just moved here this year though."
"I see. And you said your friends pushed you into me?" I push my bangs out of my face and put one hand on my hip.
"Uh, yeah." He scratches his head, and blushes a little bit.
"Why?"
He hesitates. "Well, they were teasing me."
"What were they teasing you about?"
"Liking you." He blushes even more.
"They were teasing you because you like me? And they pushed you into me?"
"Yeah. I was looking at you, and not paying attention, so they shoved me into you."
"Hmm." He must really like me, just answering every question I asked like that. Although, I am a natural leader and tend to take charge and mean business, so people normally answer my questions. "Where are your friends?"
"Over there." He points to a group of guys over by some lockers. They're snickering. I recognize some of them, but I don't know they're names.
"Would it embarrass you if I went over there and had a little chat with them?"
"Not if you make it so they don't make fun of me anymore."
"Deal." I walk over to the boys, and they stop laughing as I approach. "Excuse me. Did you push him into me?" I gesture to Ethan. They don't answer. "I asked you a question. Are you going to answer me or not?"
One of them, a gangly red-head, clears his throat. "Uh, yeah, we pushed him."
"I thought so. Now, if you ever tease Ethan about liking me again, I will hurt you. Don't wonder how, just believe it."
They all look at each other. One raises his hand a little, and I nod to him. "We were just playin around," he says.
"I know. And you're not gonna play around like that anymore, got it? I coud have seriously gotten hurt. You don't want me to get hurt, do you?" They all shake their heads. "Mhm. Now don't let me hear that you tease Ethan at all anymore." I turn and walk back to Ethan. "I'll see you around." I kiss him on the cheek and smile at him, then walk away, heading towards my car. That made my day a whole lot better.

"That's what you're wearing?" Hadley raises her eyebrows.
"Yeah, why?" Hayden cocks her head to the side. "Is there something wrong with it?"
"Well, I was gonna wear that."
"Oh, shut up! You were not going to wear this! You're just saying that because I'm going to wear it!"
"That's so not true! I was about to pick it out!"
"Whatever!"
"Whatever!"
They both plop down on my bed with their backs to each other. I laugh. This happens almost on a daily basis. "You guys are hilarious."
Hadley looks up at me. "You think this is funny? Well, you're wrong. But whatever. What are you wearing to the party?"
"It's a surprise." I wiggle my eyebrows and sit down on the floor. "It's real cute though."
"Of course it is. You always look cute." Hadley rolls her eyes. "Shouldn't Hay have said something by now?" We both look down at Hayden, whose fallen asleep. Typical Hayden.
"Hey Hadley?"
"Yeah?"
"You know Alex?"
"Asstastic Alex?" Alex earned himself that nickname after he slept with twelve girls freshmen year.
"That's the one. Well, he's flirting with me."
"Oh dear."
"What if he tries to do something? Justin's not here..."
"He won't do anything, probably. And if he does, I'll beat him up, kay?" She smiles, but I know she's serious.
"Alright."
"Now c'mon. Let's go get some low-fat frozen yogurt."

Laying in my bed that night, I can't help but think about Justin. He's so good to me. When he visits, he brings me flowers, takes me out to dinner, and we lay out under the stars. He brings me presents from places he visits, and he says he's going to take me on tour with him sometime. He's everything I could ever want.
But he's always gone, always busy. I don't want to be selfish and clingy, but I miss him, and I want him to call me when he says he will, not a week later. I don't know if I can take it anymore.
I can't picture myself without Justin, though. We've been together for over two years. I need him.
I start to cry, even though I'm not sure why. I'm not sure of anything anymore.
Gradually, I cry myself to sleep.

Mistakes: 1

"Nicolette, please come to the party with us!" Hadley looks up at me with pleading eyes.
"Yeah, Nikki, please come with us!" Hayden copies he sister's expression.
I sigh. That's Hadley and Hayden Redman for you. Twin sisters, but they barely look alike. Hayden has shoulder-length darkish brown hair and green eyes; Hadley has long red-brown hair and gray eyes. But I swear, sometimes its like they share brain. They're crazy and fun and weird in a good way, and they're my best friends. "I don't know."
"Pleeeaasee?" they whine in unison.
"I'll think about it!" I roll my eyes. I really don't want to go to Tanner's party, but they obviously do. Nothing good ever happens at Tanner's parties, though. Last time, cops showed up, and seven kids got arrested. The time before that, some boy from another school got in a bad fioght with one of our football players. And the time before that, the backyard caught on fire. It's not good stuff.
"Well think fast, cause the party's this weekend." Hadley wanders over to my closet and starts going through it. She pulls out a yellow top. "Ooh! I love this! Can I wear this to the party?"
"No!" I snatch the shirt away from her. "Wear your own clothes."
"Poo." She plops down on my bed and picks up a magazine.
Hayden's phone rings, and a Justin Bieber song starts playing. I glare at her. "Really Hayden? That's your ringtone?"
She looks at me with big innocent eyes. "What?"
"That's Justin."
"And your point is...?"
"It's weird. Change it. Please."
"Fine." She messes with her phone, and a Ke$ha song begins to play. "That better?"
"Much." I plop down into my green moon chair and check my phone for messages. "You guys, he still hasn't called." I look up at them, with a slightly worried expression on my face.
Hadley sits up. "Well, maybe he's just busy. Maybe he's been rehearsing all day. Or maybe he's on vocal rest."
"If he's on vocal rest, he can still text me."
"He's probably just hanging out with Sean Kingston, or Usher, or Drake." Hayden sighs. "I love Drake."
"Yeah, we know." I roll my eyes, and check my phone again. "Why hasn't he called yet? I haven't talked to him in over a week! He was supposed to call me three days ago!"
"Calm down, Nikki. He's probabaly just busy. He's got concerts out the wazoo." Hayden pats me on the shoulder. "Remember honey, he told you it was going to be hard."
I sigh. "I know, it's just... harder than I thought it would be. I thought hard would be not texting each other for a day. Not going months without seeing him, days without talking to him, and only being able to see his face in pictures. Do you know how much it hurts to see posters of him everywhere I go? It's horrible! I hate it!" I bury my face in a pillow and will the tears not to fall.
"I'm sorry, hun." Hadley sighs. "We hate to see you like this, we really do."
"But you know what will make you feel better?" Hayden says in a chipper voice. "Going to a party."

"Nic-oh-let!" Alex Stein strolls down the hallway, and leans against my locker before I can get to it. He smiles at me, but it's not a friendly smile. "How are ya? You look great." He looks me up and down. Ugh.
"Nice to see you too, Alex." I push him aside and open my locker. I can feel his eyes on me.
"So I heard you and Justina Beaver broke up." He laughs, thinking he's so smart. Like I haven't heard that one before.
I shut my locker. "Sorry, but we're still together." I smile as sweetly as I can.
"Aw, darn. I was hoping maybe you and I could get together sometime." He smiles a sneaky side smile that makes me a little uncomfortable.
"Sorry. Well, I need to get to class. I'll see you later." I walk past him towards my fifth-period class.
"Wait! Nicolette!" Alex calls after me. "Are you going to Tanner's party?"
"Not planning on it." I call back, and when I turn back, he looks dissapointed. I laugh to myslef and go to math class. Right as I sit down, my phone rings. I hurry to the girls bathroom and answer it. "Hello?"
"Hey."
"Justin!" I don't bother trying to hide my excitement.
"Nicolette!" He copies my tone, mocing me.
"I'm so happy you called! I was starting to worry!"
"Don't worry about me, baby. I'm just fine. How are you?"
"I'm good, better now. Hayden and Hadley are trying to get me to go to Tanner Carter's party though."
"And are you? Going, I mean?"
"Not sure. Considering what normally happens at his parties, I'm thinking no."
"You should go." He sounds very sure of himself. "You'll have fun."
"Are you sure? I just don't have a good feeling about it. Especially since Alex-" I stop myself. I shouldn't have said it. Shouldn't have even started ti say it. Justin's gonna be jealous.
"Especially since Alex what?"
"Uhm, it's really nothing..."
"Tell me."
"Justin-"
"Tell. Me. Now."
I sigh. "He's been flirting with me, a lot, all the time. It's not a big deal, he's just doing what he normally does. It's just flirting. Don't freak-"
"He's flirting with you?! When he knows we're together?! Has he tried anything? Nikki, if he tried anything..." He's seething, I can tell.
"Justin, calm down. He hasn't tried anything. And he won't. Don't worry."
"I swear, if he lays one finger on you-"
"JUSTIN."
"What?!" He doesn't mean to snap at me, but he does, and I'm quiet. I hate when he gets mad at me. He realizes his tone. "Nikki, I'm sorry. He just makes me so mad. The way he treats girls, thinking he can get away with it. Well he can't. Someone's gotta teach him a lesson."
"Now Justin, just because you're mad at somebody, it doesn't mean you can threaten them."
"I'm only gonna kill him a little bit."
I laugh. "Seriously, Justin. You have to calm down. It's not a big deal."
"It's not a big deal, huh? How many girls has he gotten pregnant in the last two months?"
I can't bring myself to answer. He won't be happy. It'll just make him more mad.
"Nikki! How many girls?"
I sigh. "Five."
"Exactly. I don't want him anywhere near you. If he flirts with you any more at all, he's a dead man."
"Justin please calm down, you're making this bigger than it is."
"Well I just- Oh, crap. Hey, I'm sorry, I gotta go. Soundcheck. I'm gonna sneak up behind them. One of the funnest things ever, watching them freak out."
"Alright. I'll talk to you later?"
"Definately." I can hear a few girls screaming in the background. He's been seen. "I love you."
"I love you too. Bye."
"By-" I hear a click. He hung up. Of course.
A tear rolls down my cheek, and I quickly wipe it away and go back to class.

"Yay!" Hayden throws her arms around me in joy. "I'm so happy you decided to come!"
"Yeah, yeah, now let go of me." Laughing, I push her away from me, and she falls down.
"Ow." She stands back up and rubs her butt. "That hurt!"
I laugh again. Hayden and I at the mall, looking for outfits for the party this weekend. I finally decided to go, since Justin told me he thought I should. I mean, he's out there having the time of his life, so why shouldn't I go out and have fun with my friends? That's right. I should.
"So, where first? Express? Dillards? I saw some cute stuff at Dillards."
"Express." I throw away my coffee and we head to Express. No luck there. Four hours and twelve stores later, still nothing. We plop down on a bench and I sigh. "This is retarded. We're not going to find anything. Why don't we just wear something we already own?"
"Because then we don't get to get more stuff. And getting stuff is fun." She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and sips her soda. "Let's just order something online, kay?"
"But that'll take forever to get here! The party's in three days!" I throw my hands up and groan. "This is impossible."
A slow smile spreads across Hayden's face. "I have an idea."

ATTENTION!

okay. So I deleted Stupid, because not enough happened to make it more than like seven chapters, and I didn't want to make stuff up (this actually happened). Sorry! I will be starting a new story though, really soon. And I'll probably put up like the first couple chapters at the same time cause I'm at my grandma's and I don't have wifi to upload from my laptop, where I write the stories. So, any ideas on what to name the girl? And should it be another story with Justin Bieber, should I put that Alex kid in it, or should I come up with a whole new boy? Give me ideas, yo! Thanks! Lotsa Love! <3

-Riley

so I ended my first story. didja like the ending? yeah, I didn't either. but  needed to end it, it wasn't going anywhere. but anyway, I'm starting a new story, it's called Stupid. stay tuned, the first chapter will be up today =)

-riley<3

Chapter 21, Alexis

"Alexis, I'm sorry! Please! It was a mistake! I never wanted to hit you! It wasn't my fault!" Justin's hurrying after me, trying to catch up.
"Forget it! I'm never going to forgive you! You can't take it back!"
"But it wasn't my fault!"
I spin around. "Oh yeah? Then whose fault was it?"
He doesn't say anything, just looks down at the ground.
"Yeah, that's what I thought." I walk away again. Justin doesn't follow me.


Justin stopped coming to school. I didn't see him again after he "apologized". I heard he moved, but other people said he just sits at home and doesn't do anything. I asked Ryan if he knew anything, but he just shuggred, saying he didn't care about Justin or anything that had to do with him. Christian says it's for the better. He said if he hadn't disappeared he would just keep hitting me. At first I agreed with him, but now I kind of miss him.
I'm dating Ryan now, and he's really sweet. He apologized for the whole thing at Alyssa's, and we've been together for three months. He says he's going to marry me someday. Christian and Alyssa started going out, and they plan on going to college together. Christian's already proposed. She said yes.
Kelsey Smith got pregnant, and her friend Nicole got tired of her, left the cheerleading squad, and joined the academic team. Some of Kelsey's other friends ditched her when she got all cranky and started craving pickles all the time.
I've thought about calling Justin sometimes, but he probably wouldn't answer, and somebody said that he changed his number. Ryan told me to forget about him, because I have him now. That's true. He's the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. And he takes me to Dairy Queen all the time.
I write something real quick in my diary, until I hear Kate calling me downstairs. "Alexis, come on! You'll be late for school!"
I sigh, close my diary, grab my bag, and hurry downstairs. As I walk to school, a range rover drives by, and I freeze as I see Justin behind the wheel. Then I blink, and the car is gone. I shake m head, thinking I was just seeing things. I go to school.

the end.

Chapter 20, Justin

"ALEXIS! WAKE UP!" Christian is shaking her, trying to get her to wake up. It makes me mad.
"Get away from her!" I push him away. "She's my girlfriend! Don't touch her!"
"Dude!" Christian shoves me. "What the heck?! I'm just trying to help!"
"I don't care! You stay away from her! I shove him back.
"Why?! So you can smack her around some more?! I don't think so!"
"Whatever, dude! Why do you even care?!"
"Because she's my friend! And you're a psycho!" He turns away from me, heading back towards Alexis. I want to push him out into the traffic, but I don't. He kneels down next to Alexis. "Lexi, can you hear me?" He shakes her again. "Come on, Lexi, wake up!"
I just stand there. I don't know what to do. Part of me is mad at Alexis for being stupid and making me let go of the steering wheel to yell at her, but another part of me wants to cry, to help her, to get her to wake up. But I really just want to hit something. Or someone.
Christian looks back at me. "So you're just gonna stand there?! You're not even gonna help?! I thought she was your 'girlfriend'!" He shakes his head at me, angry. "I can't believe you. You're really full of crap, you know that?"
"You know what?! I don't care! I wish the car had turned more and you'd gotten hit! I wish you'd been smashed flat like a pancake!"
"Yeah, I can say the same thing about you." He looks down at Alexis. He looks like he's about to cry. "This is all my fault," he says quietly. "I can't believe I let this happen."
I roll my eyes. He cares way too much. I'm about to say something when an ambulance pulls up. A guy jumps out.
"Who's hurt?" He looks at the three of us.
Christian speaks up. "She's unconcious, and my arm hurts really bad, and I think Justin's okay."
The ambulance guy nods. "Alright." He and some other guy load Alexis into the back, then Christian sits in the back with them, and I climb in next.
We're silent on the way to the hospital, but the people in the ambulance are talking on phones and walkie-talkies and stuff. It's kind of crazy.
When we get to the hospital, some nurses rush us into two different rooms. Alexis and Chrsitian are in one room, and I'm in the next one over. I'm incredibly jealous.
I sit in the room for about an hour, and all these doctors keep asking me questions. Finally, they all leave, and one more doctor walks in. "Hello, Justin," he says.
"Uhm, hi," I say back.
"So, tell me, exactly what drugs are you taking?" He closes his notebook foler thingy, crosses his arms, and looks at me.
"What?" I act like I don't know anything.
"Don't play dumb, Mr. Bieber. We took a blood test and you've been taking drugs. Now which ones are you taking?"
I sigh. "I don't know. Some guy at school gave them to me. He said they'd make me stronger and stuff for basketball. I wasn't sure about taking them, but I did anyway because I need to make the basketball team."
"Justin, what you took is not good. You can't take those anymore, they're dangerous. They can cause you to be extremely violent, there's mood swings, all this crazy stuff."
Extremely violent. I think about when I hit Alexis. I really regret that. I din't know what I was doing. It just happened. Now I understand. "Okay. I'll stop."
"Good. Now, you're good to go, but you'll have to be careful. When you take drugs and then stop, they can have side effects. Be careful, and if you're angry, try not to hit anything or anyone." He looks at me sternly. "Just be careful, okay?"
I nod. "Okay."
"Alright. You can leave." He turns to leave.
"Wait!"
He turns back around. "Yes?"
"Uhm, my girlfriend, Alexis Allegriso? Is she... I mean..."
"Yes? What's your question?"
"Is the baby okay?"
He looks confused. "The baby?"
"Yeah, the baby. She's pregnant."
He sighs, and looks at me funny. "Mr. Bieber, Miss Allegriso is most definately not pregnant."
I'm shocked. "You mean... the baby's gone?!"
"No. Alexis was never pregnant."

She was never pregnant. Not for one second. I'm furious. How could she lie to me like this? I thought my life was ruined. This is crazy. I can't believe her.
I head down the hall, and walk into Alexis and Christian's room. I see Christian watching tv, a cast on his arm. "Sup?" he asks.
I ignore him. "Where is she?" I growl. "Where's Alexis?"
"Uh, over there." He points to a bed across the room. "She just woke up about a half hour ago."
I hurry over to Alexis's bed. She looks up at me. "Get away from me."
"Why did you lie to me, Alexis? Why would you lie like that? You should know better."
"What? What are you talking about? I didn't lie."
"Of course you didn't. I know you lied about being pregnant, Alexis! The doctor told me you never were pregnant! Not at all!" I grab her shirt and pull her towards me, and I get in her face. "You little bitch! How dare you lie to me?!"
Christian jumps up and runs over. "Dude!"
I push him away from me. "You think you can lie to ME and get away with it?! You're wrong!"
She looks at me, and I see fear in her eyes. Good. I want her to be scared. "Justin, let me go, now!" She tries to be firm but it doesn't work. I can hear how scared she is in her voice.
I shake her a little bit. "I bet you wish you were really pregnant now, don't you?! Then I couldn't hit you! But you're not, so I can! Got that?! Do you understand that? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" I shake her again.
She gets tears in her eyes. "I understand, Justin! Please let go of me! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I lied! Please don't hit me!" She tries to pry my hands off of her.
"Whatever." I let go of her and she falls back onto the bed, and starts to cry a little. I roll my eyes.
Christian comes up to me and gets in my face. "What the hell is your problem?! Don't ever talk to her like that! Or treat her like that! I should beat your ass right now!" He pulls his arm back like he's about to punch me.
"Whatever little dude.You don't unerstand." I push him away from me and start to walk out.
"Little? In case you haven't noticed, I'm almost taller than you! I'm not so little anymore! And I understand you being mad, but mad enough to hit her?! You're retarded!"
I just walk out.