36. Please Exit

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After this long day, I will never be in the same room with Sammie and Za. Today was ridiculous. They argue like an old married couple. I caught a cab with Sammie. Za ventured off somewhere else.

"I can't stand Za." Sammie growled. 

"Sammie, shut up..." I pulled out my phone and texted Justin a nice simple, true message. I miss you. I stuffed my phone in my bag and looked over to Sammie, who had her head leaned against the window. "Are you okay?" I asked Sammie. 

"I'm great. I just have a headache from that chihuahua yapping all day." 

"I never would have invited him if I knew it would turn out like this. I was just trying to be nice. You should try it." I smiled. 

"I don't like whores." Sammie rolled her eyes. I was about to reply to her, but I was interrupted by my phone vibrating. It was a text from Justin. I miss you too. Come to my photoshoot. I looked over to Sammie. "Wanna go to a photo-shoot?" She smirked at me. 

"Justin's?" She asked. I nodded. 

"You're so attached." She threw her head back. I watched her in annoyance. 

"Well, I'm going. Excuse me, sir. Can you take me to this address." I showed him my phone. 

"Sure thing. We're just a few blocks away." He informed.

I sat back in my seat and victoriously smiled. 

"Good to see you happy." She shook my leg. 

"Feels good to be happy." I leaned my head on the back of the seat. 

"Don't let anyone steal that away from you. Not even Scooter." 

"Fuck! He's gonna be there." I covered my face.

"Forget him. You better walk past him like a boss." She opened her door when we arrived at our destination.

We moseyed into the building and went to the front desk. 

"Excuse me, can you directed me to the studio Justin Bieber's in?" 

"And who are you?" The woman asked. 


"She's his girlfriend!" Sammie finished.

"Please, I hear that a lot here. Please exit the building." 

"Can you call someone from his crew and tell him we're here." Sammie asked. 

"Um no." The woman snapped. 

"Can you just do your JOB!" I snapped at the woman.

Sammie and she were both taken off guard by my loud remark. The woman picked up her phone. 

"Hello? Yes, there a-" 

"Marissa Small." 

"A Marissa Small here for Justin Bieber. Uh huh... Yea ok. Someone will be here shortly to escort you to him." She hung up the phone.

Sammie gave her a head to toe look and waited patiently for our escort. A man revealed himself. 

"I told you to stay away from Justin!" Scooter growled.

"You can't tell me what to do!" I defended. 

"You don't need to be here! You're nothing, but a backup dancer and a damn distraction. Get out of here and stay the hell away from Ju-"

"Who the fuck do you think you are talking to my girlfriend like that?!" A voice came from behind Scooter. He looked over his shoulder and found Justin with a menacing look in his eyes.

...Uh oh

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