A/N: Hey babes! Just so you know, italics are flashbacks.
"Alissa!" Justin said sternly.
Justin grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. I pushed my hands to his chest and shoved him away from me.
"Don't touch me." I shouted.
I turned around and began racing down the grand staircase that led me down to Justin's front door. He followed quickly behind me.
"Alissa, listen." He said calmly, walking slowly towards me as I had reached the bottom of the staircase.
"No!" I crossed my arms over my chest and turned towards the front door. I couldn't even stand to look at him. I trusted him and he had just thrown it all away in the blink of an eye.
All in one swift motion, he stepped in front of me and, somehow, managed to unfold my arms. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. They were so familiar. I couldn't help but kiss him back until I remembered what he had done.
"What the hell!" I shouted. I pushed him off of me and stormed out of his front door. I walked swiftly across the front porch and pulled my car keys out from my large bag that hung on my shoulder. I could still hear Justin following after me, while I walked towards my Tesla model X that was parked in his driveway.
"Babe, you can't just walk away." He sighed. I cringed at the sound of him calling me babe. I didn't want to listen to any of the bullshit excuses he had. I stopped and turned to face him. "Yes, Justin, I can and I am."
"I said I was sorry." He looked down at his feet then back into my eyes. His chocolate brown eyes stared straight into mine, but I was not falling for his charm this time. I was furious.
"Sorry doesn't cut it. I trusted you. You told me that you and Piper's relationship wasn't real. I-I just can believe you! I'm done, Justin. I'm done with you keeping secrets. I'm done with the lies. I'm done with us." I turned on my heels and stepped towards my car.
He didn't follow after me this time. He stood in the middle of the driveway watching my every move as I got into my car and backed out. I didn't exactly know where I was going at the moment. All I could think about was the look on Justin's face as I drove away. He looked hurt, broken, like he had lost all hope.
It took everything in me I had not to turn the car around and run back into his arms, but I couldn't let myself do that. I always promised myself that I would never stay with a man who could cheat on me. I had to keep telling myself that he wasn't actually sorry. If he really loved me, he wouldn't have done what he did. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. I could barely see the road, so I pulled over to the closest parking lot.
Of course, it just so happened to be a McDonald's.
***
*5 years earlier*
I slammed my car door shut. I had a bad habit of doing that. I was starving as I walked into the nearest McDonald's that was located near the current hotel I was staying at. Let's just say, I was craving some hot, greasy fries and sweet tea.
I had on some black leggings and a huge white v-neck, along with a black leather jacket. I was wearing my rather large sunglasses, with my dark brunette hair up in a messy bun. I probably looked a little bit ridiculous, but I was just trying to draw the least attention to myself as possible, which seemed to be working so far. I just wasn't in the mood to be crowded by fans or paparazzi today.
As I walked into the McDonald's, there was a big crowd inside. There was a mixture of teenage girls, young girls, and their mothers. I ignored it and waited in the line to order my food. When I got up to register, I quickly placed my order, paid, and waited quietly for my food.
"So what's all this about?" I asked one of the employees, pointing at the big group of girls.
"Oh, Justin Bieber." He replied simply. I giggled and grabbed my bag of food. Justin Bieber was a new and upcoming artist who had recently gained lots of attention in the music industry. He was about fifteen years old, only a year younger than me, and was from Canada. It was obvious from the crowd of girls in McDonald's that he had quite a big fan base already.
I had planned on just taking my food back to the hotel in order to remain unnoticed by anyone, but I'd heard a lot about this new Bieber boy, well who hadn't? I've never actually gotten the chance to meet him, so maybe if I waited a bit, I might get to finally introduce myself.
"Alright, alright, girls, its time for Justin to get back to work." I heard a manly voice say. The group of girls that were left slowly backed up, and let what looked like Justin, his manager, Scooter, and his bodyguard, Daniel through. Ryan threw away their trash and walked towards the door. I quickly followed them out the door and caught up to Justin and his posse.
"Hey, Justin?" I asked.
"Yeah." He sighed, sounding exhausted, and turned to me, thinking I was just another fan. I could tell he was already worn out from all the autographs, and pictures. It did get overwhelming at times when all you wanted was some alone time. I could definitely vouch for that. He had so much more to get used to in this industry, considering he was only just starting out. I believe he was only about 15. I was just a year older, but I had been acting for a few years already.
He turned to face me. I took off my sunglasses, and shoved them into my purse. "Oh, wait, your The Alissa Sutton, right?" He smiled at me. I laughed at how cute he was. Little boy cute. He stood a few inches shorter than me, but I could see why girls of all ages fan-girled over him constantly.
"Yeah, that's me!" I smiled back at him.
"Sweet. It's nice to meet you, gorgeous." He smirked at me and turned to see Scooter signaling for him to hurry up. I laughed at his comment. What a little flirt.
"I'm sorry. Unfortunately, I really have to get back to the studio, but I'm sure I'll see you around. Here!" He stopped mid-sentence and grabbed my phone right from out of my hand and quickly entered his number. I stared at him, surprised that he had just stolen my own phone from me. He certainly was bold. He handed it back to me and then winked before running off to Scooter's car.
"See you around, Justin!" I laughed and waved as I walked to my own car.
***
I wiped my tears from my eyes, remembering that day so clearly. The day I had met Justin Bieber, the love of my life. Scratch that, he was clearly no longer the love of my life. He was a liar and a cheater.
I whipped out my cell phone and began dialing my best friend, Shaye's, phone number.
"Hey Liss!" She greeted me with her nickname for me.
"Are you at home?" I croaked into the phone. My voice was already hoarse from my crying.
"Yes." She said, her voice becoming serious. She could always tell when something was wrong. She knew me way too well. "Get over here."
"I'm on my way," I replied. "Bye."
"Bye." We both hung up, and I drove back onto the road.
Luckily, we both lived here in Los Angeles. I needed my best friend at a moment like this. I got to her house as fast as I could. I slammed my car door shut like always and ran to her front door. I swung it open, already knowing that she never locked it. She was standing in the living room waiting for me to arrive. I ran to her arms, and instantly, new tears shed from my eyes all over her shirt.
"I'm sorry." I said, wiping my eyes and probably smearing my mascara all over my face.
She plopped on the couch. "What happened?" I sniffled.
"Its Justin. He cheated on me with Piper Newman." I began to sob all over again.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Sorry it was a little short, but I hope y'all liked it. I know I'm not the best writer, but I've been on Wattpad for a while & finally got the courage to *attempt* to write my own story. Bare with me!!!
The next chapter will share more about what happened as well as more about Justin & Alissa's secret relationship!
And if you didn't know, Alissa is based off of my fave ever, Lennon Stella! & Shaye is based off of Madison Beer. :)
