The Boy Next Door

"Yes."

"I asked you to get my shirt! Not go looking around in my suitcase," I yelled, removing the shirt from over my head and putting on the clean one.

"I didn't look around in it. It was on top." Justin replied, walking closer to me. He still had the test cuffed in his hands. "So, you're pregnant?"

"Justin I-"

"You what!? Kept this a secret from me?"

"No! I didn't. I tried to tell you. Remember?"

Justin stopped and stared at me

"Well you didn't. I can't even stand to look at you. Dylan is the father, isn't he?" Justin spat. I turned my head to the side, unable to look at him while he was yelling at me.

"Don't yell at me."

"Dylan is the father, isn't he," he said slowly.

"Yes." I replied simply.

"You're such a whore. I knew bringing you here was a mistake. I should've never let you come here with me." Justin added. I looked at him as tears rolled down my face. He huffed and slapped himself on the forehead. "Brooke, I'm sorry." He began, as he walked closer to me. "I didn't mea-" he continued, reaching out to grab my hand.

"Don't you dare come near me."

I stared at him for a second before I turned to walk out of the room. Kenny had been sitting in the living room, which by the expression on his face, I was completely sure he had heard everything. Ignoring the thought, I opened the door and walked out. Upon me leaving, I could hear Justin call my name. The sound of his voice made me cringe. I walked to the elevator and stepped in, pressing the first floor button. When I made it to the first floor, I dashed out of the elevator and out of the hotel, without thinking of the consequences that would arise.

"Brooke? Over here! Why are you crying? Did something happen between you and Justin Bieber?" A man asked as he slowly approached me.

I kept my head down and continued to walk, not like I had anywhere in specific I was going to.

"Are you two dating?" Another man shouted. Walking closer to me with a camera held high in my face. I pushed through them and began running.

Sprinting as fast as my feet could take me, I ran through the streets and dodged everyone in my way. I figured Justin wouldn't take the news so well, but I didn't think he would say the things he had said to me. When I hooked up with Dylan, I was hurt. I wasn't thinking. Justin had hurt me, and Dylan was there to catch me.

After I had ran far away from the paparazzi, I stopped in my tracks, and sat down by an old building. It was most likely abandoned, do to the broken windows and graffiti on it. I curled myself in a ball and began to cry. How could my best friend say all those horrible things to me?

I sat there with my head buried in my knees. Trying my best to hide my sobs.

"Excuse me? Are you okay?" A light female voice questioned.

I kept my head down and slightly nodded my head.

"Are you sure you are okay? I heard you crying and I just want to make sure you're okay. Truly okay."

I wiped my face clear from tears, and probably all the smeared makeup on my face and looked up.

"Dani?" I asked as I slowly got up.

"Brooke?"

"Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here? I thought you were back in Canada." I replied wrapping my arms around her.