•Grace•

I quickly fumble to get my phone out of my pocket and pull up my texts with....

FUCKINAJBSNDJDJDNSJKD CAN I DIE WHY AM I SO OBLIVIOUS JB GTFO

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Come back

Please

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After I send the text I walk over to the couch at the back of the bathroom. I collapse down, slouching immensely because I'm a professional couch potato and groan.

He's not coming back.

I look to the ceiling. How the fuck could I be so stupid. I literally referred to hiM as Bieber MULTIPLE FUCKING TIMES UGH. I slap my forehead with my hand. So that explains why he didn't want to meet me.

Actually.

No.

No it fucking doesn't.

What? Was he thinking I was just going to scream and ask for a picture then split? Maybe ask him to buy my a pony? Tell the whole world I'm best friends with pop sensation, Justin Bieber?

NO

I mean, maybe the pony... but I'm not about to treat him any differently???? Well NOW I am. Where's the fucking trust Justin?? You wrote a whole song about it that made me want to orgasm and cry at the same time!!!! but that's besides the point....

Where's the fucking trust asshole???

Mid- thought the door opens and I spring my head up abruptly, still slouching into the next oblivion with my hand on my forehead.

"Grace..." he says.

"No, you be quiet," his eyes widen, he wasn't not expecting what I had just instructed him to come out of my mouth obviously, "just answer this, did you not want to meet because of who you are?"

He nods.

"Right," I stand up and make my way towards the door to leave. I don't want to flip out on him, and that's what's going to happen if I stay here any longer.

"Wait," he says as he grabs a hold of my arm. I stare for a second. I didn't expect this to be our first physical interaction. I thought we'd hug. Maybe fuck, idk.

"So," I say pulling myself from his tight grasp, "you thought that because you're this huge pop star, Id treat you differently or something?"

He stares at me for a moment, "well thats kinda what's happening right now, isn't it?"

I widen my eyes. No he fucking did not. I point my finger at him, I'm fucking pissed.

"No, thats not what's happening right now," I say slowly, "I'm treating you differently right now because you're a fucking liar, not because you're Justin Bieber, you asshole."

I turn again to leave, fucking YES. You are JUSTIN BIEBER. YES, I think that's a bit cool. But NO, fucking idgaf who you are. Don't be a dick face, and I won't treat you THAT FUCKING DIFFERENTLY.

And don't RUN AWAY FROM ME????!?!?!!!!!!??!?!?

He stops me again. Fucking stop me one more time asshole, I dare you.

"I never lied to you," he says standing in front of the door, holding my shoulders and I cock my head forward with a disgusted and confused look. Like that da faq face. Hold up lemme find a pic.

Yeah bitch.

"I just... didn't tell you the truth..." he says, no longer looking me in the eye.

Nup.

"That, to me, is still lying, Jay," I close my eyes and release my breath, "just let me leave, please"

His grasp on my shoulders becomes tighter, "Grace, please, I'm sorry."

I can't talk. I want to. I want to hug him. I want his beautiful biceps around me. And for him to drive me around LA maybe. Give me a tour of where he lives And for us to have an amazing first time meeting experience. But I can't. Not anymore. Not like this anyway. He fucked up.

"Please say something," he says with a softer grip now. He's trying to use eye contact with me now, there's no way in hell Im looking at him in the eyes.

"Do you remember when I told you you'd have to do something seriously fucked up for me to cut contact with you?"

He lowers his head and lets his hands trail down my arms, to my hands until he eventually lets go. I sigh. Kill me now.

"Look, you still haven't lost me, Justin," his head shoots back up, "but I just don't want to talk to you right now."

I manoeuvre around him and leave the bathroom before he makes me change my mind and walk back to my mother and my food which is probably now cold. Fuck you Justin.

"What took you so long?" My mum says as she digs into her food. How cute, she waited for me to get back. I wouldn't have done that lol.

"Um, nothing, I was just talking to a lady in the bathroom," she's too focused on her food to question me, thank god. So I begin to devour my breakfast as well.

After an hour or 2 of eating and chatting, mum waves over one of the waitresses so we can pay. I told her I am paying today because I stay rent free at their LA home, she refused at first but eventually gave in. Justin has texted me a few times and I've ignored him. I saw him a while ago sitting at a table not too far from us and he stares at me so often I can feel 2 holes burning into the side of my head.

"Hello, we were just after the check please," she offers me a warm smile before speaking.

"Actually your meals have already been paid for!"

Wat.

"I'm sorry?"

"Look, he told me to keep this anonymous but," she leans in, "Justin Bieber paid for them!" She whispers excitedly. She seems around my age. Lord.

I lean backwards to look behind her and see Justin still looking at me, once he sees me he idiotically looks around the room as if he wasn't just being a pathetic stalker. I scoff. And look back to the waitress.

"Would you mind giving him his money back? I'd like to pay for these meals myself." She gives me that wtf face.

And so does my mum.

"What why?" My mum says.

"I'll tell you later, mum," I say and I give the waitress my card, "please?"

She gives me a funny look before saying, "okaaayy..." and walking away.

"Well?" My mum says.

"You know that friend I've been texting for 4 months?"

"Justin? Of course I know-" her eyes widen, "oh"

"Mmm"

"Why didn't you tell me he was Justin Bieber! I've met him before at awards shows and what not, he's lovely!"

FUCK OFF MUM OMG

"Well I would have told you, Mum, but I only found out an hour before you did so," I say rolling my eyes and slouching back into my seat.

"Oh..."

"Mmmm"

The waitress comes back with my card, "I can't believe you turned down Justin Bieber like that, woah" I laugh.

"Yes well, would you mind telling him that he should spend that money he was planning on wasting on me do buy a new attitude." Her eyes widen and my mum gasps.

"Jesus, Grace, can you chill?" Get out mum.

I turn to the waitress again, "please?" Woah déjà vu.

"Um... okay..." she says and she awkwardly scurries to Justin's table. I stand up to leave just in case Justin decides to talk to me again. My mum follows and we exit the restaurant and get into the car. As she drive off, I get another text.

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