I Never Thought It'd Be You {JBLS}

Chapter 3

- Katy -

While I was in the middle of yelling at the ticket guy to let me back in, out walked Justin Bieber, my phone in his hand.  Oh, my day is getting better and better.

"Yo, calm down," Justin told the ticket guy.  He held out my phone.  "Is this yours?"

I quickly snatched the phone away from him, not even bothering to answer him.

"Ooh, she's feisty," Justin said while smirking.

I shot him an evil glance.  "Well, I have to go call a taxi," I mumbled.  I walked away, but Justin ran beside me.

"Whoa, taxi? What happened to your ride?" he asked, actually sounding a bit concerned.  But it's all a lie.

"Why do you care?" I said, annoyed.

He laughed.  "I like to treat my One Less Lonely Girls with care."

"You're never going to see me again anyway, so why bother? I'm not even a fan of yours, okay? My best friend dragged me here," I quickly told him.

He smirked.  "I knew it," he quietly said while looking right into my eyes.

"Whatever, have a nice life Mr. Bieber," I said sarcastically and tried to walk past him, but he stopped me again.

"At least let me give you a ride home?" he pleaded.

I crossed my arms.  I give up.  "Fine," I mumbled.  

Justin whipped out his phone and dialed a number.  "Yo, Kenny, can I get a limo to come out back? I wanna be a gentleman for this girl I met," he said into the phone.  He winked at me and I rolled my eyes.  Justin then nodded and hung up the phone.

"C'mon, he's got one coming!" Justin shouted to me as we started running towards the back entrance of the stadium.  My eyes widened as I saw the huge limo in front of me.

"Quick, get in!" Justin loudly whispered, pulling me inside the limo.

The inside looked like it could be a mini house.  I feel like I could live in here.

"Where to, Mr. Bieber? And who's the girl?" Justin's limo driver asked.

Justin smiled.  "What's your address?" he asked me.

I looked up towards the driver.  "124 Pine Street. And I'm Katy Mantell, even though it's pointless for me to tell you this since this is the only time you will see me," I said to him.

"Hopefully not..." I heard Justin whisper.  

Wait, whoa, back it up.  Did the Justin Bieber just basically say that he hopes him and I meet again?  Is he falling for me?  Or is he just being a his normal self; a player and a flirt?  I think I'm getting a headache.  I rubbed my forehead while Justin grabbed a drink out of the mini fridge.

"Want one?" he (tried to) casual ask while opening his drink.

I sighed.  "Any girl would kill to be me right now. I'm currently living what every Belieber's dream is. But unfortunately for you, Justin, I hate you," I straight out told him.

He stopped drinking and frowned.  "Hate is a strong word, you know," he replied.

"Well, it describes how I feel about you," I snapped.

He moved closer to me.  "Explain why you hate me," he said while looking at me.

I rubbed my forehead again and tried to turn my head away.  "You're conceited, selfish, a player, a bad singer, the list goes on," I explained using a boring tone.