Started With a Lie

Chapter One: The Lie

She placed the magazine on her lap, gazing at me in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? He's only the best looking Canadian guy out there! Y'know, teen pop singing sensation? Calvin Klein model? Created 'the Bieber flip'?" She stated blankly.

"Uhm, nope, never heard of him." I shrugged, beginning to do my makeup.

"Have you been living under a rock?!"

I laughed slightly, waltzing over to her to see this so-called Justin Bieber.

"That's Justin Bieber." She pointed to a guy with the most flawless face I have ever seen. His eyes were a beautiful shade of light brown, he had the pinkest lips, blondish-brown hair that was far too long, yet still looked attractive, and sleeves of tattoos that instantly turned me on.

"See?" She smirked, probably noticing how much I was staring at the guy.

"Whatever, he's good looking, yeah." I shrugged, continuing my makeup process.

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We pulled up to the already full house, parking the car somewhere safe. The large house was blooming with music, my nerves pumping with adrenaline.

"This is gonna be amazing!" Kirsten squealed.

I smiled widely, double-checking my make-up for the sixth time already.

"You ready?" She asked, holding out a hand for me.

"Yeah." I breathed out, grabbing her hand, allowing her to give me a reassurring squeeze.

"Then let's party!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, immediately releasing my hand and exiting the car.

"Wait!" I yelled, locking the car hurriedly before I lost her in the crowd of people on the front lawn.

I shoved the keys in my purse, eye-searching for her.

Great going, you lost her.

I groaned under my breath, making my way into the crowded house. The stinge of sweat and alcohol filled my nose, making me cringe.

I wasn't really used to this type of environment. This is probably the second party I've been to my entire high school life.

Bodies were grinding against each other, barely any light in the dark rooms to see.

I made my way to a lighter area, which I found to be the kitchen. To my dismay, I saw Karen.

Who is Karen, might you ask? Only the world's biggest bitch. She snipped off a chunk of my hair in kindergarten! What happened to safety scissors? Geez.

"Madison, how great to see you!" She fakely greeted, giving me a tight hug. Her breath reeked of alcohol, already.

I gave off a small sarcastic smile, trying to be on my best behaviour in front of him.

"Hey." He smiled in acknowledgement, making my heart skip a beat.

"H-hi." I replied back, nervously.

He is the crush I was talking about, Christopher Harp, Chris for short.

Karen hastily sat on his lap, since he was seated on a kitchen stool, placing a big fat disgusting kiss on his lips, attempting to makeout with him.