Jar Of Hearts - A Justin Bieber Love Story - Book Two

Chapter Eleven - Favourite Girl

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Song: That Should Be Me by Justin Bieber

Chapter Eleven – Favourite Girl

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9 Months Later

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Justin’s P.O.V.

I let myself out my back door with the ball under my arm. It’s the early hours of the morning, but I can’t sleep, not today.

It’s the 21st of March today, Trisha’s birthday. Her 17th birthday. I should be by her side spending the day with her, but instead I’m on the other side of the world shooting hoops by myself to get my head of the matter. Like that’s gonna work. It also serves as a reminder that the anniversary of our break up is nearing. It’s going to be two years soon that I haven’t seen her or spoken to her. I have tried contacting her, but she changed her number and my letters she hasn’t replied to. It makes me wonder whether she’s even got them, and if she did, did she even bother reading them?

I shoot another hoop then the ball falls to the ground and bounces a few times before rolling to the side and of the pitch. Mum designed the court for me, she thought it would be a good idea, she knows this is what I need when I need to forget or relax. The sky is still a light grey, night not being fully gone yet. It seems to explain my mood. I smile weakly.

I wonder what she’s doing now, though come to think of it she may still be asleep. She always misses school on her birthday, and I don’t think there is a reason for that to change this year. Though who am I to speak? It’s been two years, she may have changed. What with Aiden by her side. It makes my heart jolt the wrong way, to think that he’s probably hugging her, kissing her and … I think I’m going to throw up.

He shouldn’t be allowed to be with her. She’s mine. I know I have no one to blame but me, but still, this is not the way it should be. I suddenly feel like breaking out into That Should Be Me. You know what, why not?

I sit on the steps that lead up to the house and start humming.

“That should be me, holding your hand, that should be me, making you laugh, that should be me, this is so sad” I smirk at the irony of the words that I wrote when Trisha was still mine, “that should be me, that should be me…” I trail of and stare in front of me, not really seeing anything.

What will I do if I never get her back? The only thought that I’ve let into my head is that I will get her back one way or another, but what happens if I don’t? I can’t watch her marry Aid- no, don’t go there mind.

Since I made the promise to my mum, I have not been with anyone, I don’t want to be that guy, and I haven’t for over nine months. It’s something that mum mentions every now and then, saying she’s proud of me. I vaguely remember the day in the bar. I poured my heart out to some random stranger, but till this day I don’t know who that was, and maybe it’s best kept that way.