Nowhere But Up...
EIGHT
Justin's POV
Was Rose already in class? Was that why her phone was off? I had to warn her about the paparazzi.
"Justin, why are you freaking out?" Grace asked.
"W-what are you talking about?" I asked. Did I really seem that freaked out?
"Talk to me or I'll rip off your fingers." Grace said. She was so violent.
"There are some pictures of me... sleeping... on the grass... outside... with Alice and Rose." I said.
Grace punched my arm.
"Why are you an idiot?!" She asked.
"Ouch." I muttered. Grace rolled her eyes. She looked so innocent and gentle, but on the inside she was like a pro wrestler with anger issues.
"I'm sorry. I was tired." I say. Grace groans.
"You know Rose and Alice are never gonna talk to you again."She says. I hadn't thought about that...
"Oh..." I looked at Grace. She was texting or something, obviously already over it.
What was Rose going to say? Would she really never talk to me again?
And Alice was unpredictable. She might ask to marry me. She might kill me. She might do anything.
"If you call and apologize, I will kill you." Grace says.
"Then kill me." I say. I dial Alice's number, praying that she'd answer.
Nothing. Voicemail.
"Ugh." I groaned. I didn't bother to leave a message. I felt sick to my stomach.
I opened the doors to my room and ran down the stairs.
"Justin!" Grace called.
This needed to happen now. Now or never.
I ran to my Range Rover and started it up.
I had to tell Rose before she saw it somewhere.
Alice no doubt already saw something, and the rest of the girls at their school probably knew already.
I pulled up to Rose's school and parked my car. There were photographers everywhere, covering the left field and the right field. Reporters and their vans were scattered around the parking lot, and fans were sitting around, waiting for something. Maybe they were waiting for me.
I ran through the crowd and pushed through the school's front doors, only to run into more photographers. All the classroom doors were locked and their windows were covered with black paper. I ran around, not sure where I was going. I didn't see a single teacher or student in the hallways until I ran into the main office.
The walls were made of glass, so they couldn't cover them. I knocked on the door, frantic to get inside. Reporters were surrounding me, trying to turn me around, get me to talk to them.
"What's her name, Justin?" They asked. I knocked on the door, pleading to the secretaries to open the door for me with my eyes.
**Author's Note: Lucky I'm in love with my best friend.... Sorry, random. I have nothing else to say. Read HowtoSaveaLife17's story. We're besties now.
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