TEMPTATION

Chapter 5

Luke’s POV

On the whole journey to Dallas all I could think about was her. How she acted around me, how she acted around Justin, and how she acted when Justin and I were both there. It was all so confusing but one thing that was pretty clear to me was what I felt when she was around.  When I saw her it was like I became oblivious to everything around me and all I could see was her. Her presence made me nervous and her voice made me weak. Why did I have to crush on Justin’s girl? Why her? I knew so many beautiful women, so many of them were my dancer friends but why her?

Camilla’s POV

We had just arrived in Dallas and I went to watch Justin rehearse for the show. I went into the dance studio and to my surprise no one was there. It was empty and all I could do was look at myself in the mirror ahead of me. I observed myself from head to toe.

“Fat,” I whispered to myself looking at myself. I hated mirrors. They just reminded me of how imperfect I was for Justin. He had been with Caitlin Beadles, Jasmine Villegas and Selena Gomez who were all goddesses, they were thin, beautiful and not to mention they didn’t have a scar on their left hand. Yes, I have a scar. When I was ten years old I accidentally burnt myself with a hot saucepan while I attempted to make pancakes.

It didn’t really bother me up until I became a teenager and I started to imagine my wedding or if the guy of my dreams proposed to me then I’d be too embarassed to let them put a ring on my finger because of my scars. I tried not to think much of it but sometimes my insecurities caught up with me.

“I’m so ugly, I don’t even deserve this. Why are my such a freak?” I whispered rather loudly to myself as I stared at myself on the mirror. When I had finished observing myself and cursing myself I turned on my heels heading to the door so that I would look for Justin and his dancers. Lifting my head I was shocked to see Luke leaning on the door staring at me from top to bottom with a slight grin on his face, his eyes almost smiling at me.

My heart was beating as fast as it should after a morning jog. Had he been watching me all this time? How embarassing. Before I could open my mouth to say anything, he began walking towards me. I stood there stiffly unable to control my body as if I had been set on a spellbound hypnosis.

“You know, I never thought you were the type,” he started, making me raise my right eyebrow in question. He was now closer, standing right in front of me, his eyes piercing into mine and I could feel the tension.

I didn’t know what or how to answer. I just stood there staring at him, God , he's gorgeous. Wait, what on earth is wrong with me?

“You said that you’re ugly, that you’re a freak and you stood here cussing yourself and staring at your palm,” he said, before letting his eyes wander to my hand. He put my palm in his, sending this electric shock down my spine, and began observing my scars.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice dripping with concern and in that very moment I got irritated and immediately withdrew my hand. I looked away from him and began staring at the ground, hoping that it would soon open up and swallow me.

“You know what’s funny is that a billion girls wished they were you right now.”

“Yeah that’s because of Justin!” I snapped back, a bit aggravated that he didn’t get the point.

“No,” he said, moving a step closer, "because you’re beautiful.” When those words came out of his mouth , everything negative I was feeling suddenly evaporated into thin air and I looked into his eyes, taking in everything he was giving me. Our lips were getting closer and closer and as soon as I realized this I took a step back and turned away from him.

“I got burnt, I was 10,” I stated plainly, looking at the ground with my arms crossed. He walked in front of me and tore my arms apart. He found my left hand and put it in between his palms and then looked into my eyes again as I tried to fight back the tears.

“They just represent you as a person, you can walk through fire and still survive. You’re strong and you’re brave but most of all, Camilla, you’re beautiful and to be honest I-“

“Cammy?” Justin’s voice came from the door. I rapidly pulled out my hand from Luke’s grip and looked up at Justin.

“Oh, you’re here baby. I was just about to go and look for you.” I said, walking towards him, acting like Luke didn’t exist.

“Got a bit held up,” Justin dragged as he embraced me but he was looking at Luke and not me.

“What are you doing here, Luke?” Justin enquired.

“Oh I came on my own because I was passing by the mall,” Luke answered, still fidgeting and looking bothered.

“Oh okay, the others will be here in a minute.,” Justin added,” Baby, wanna dance? C’mon!”  Justin grabbed my hand and took me to an open space where he spun me around and lifted me and showed me a few moves.

I was laughing the whole time because it was so much fun when Justin played games with me. I loved it. Just then Luke walked out of the room, I couldn’t help but notice but I also couldn’t help but ignore him and focus on Justin.

LUKE’S POV

It hurts, it hurts like a dagger piercing your heart. I couldn’t bear seeing her with him any longer. Her smile, her body language, heck even her voice changed when she was with him. The truth is, that I, Luke Broadlick, will never match up to Justin Bieber in her eyes. She was madly in love with him and I could never change that. I don’t even know what I was trying, I don’t know why I was refusing to accept the fact that she's taken, she's with Justin Bieber , my boss, and also one of the most famous people on the planet. I’m just Luke, I’m just a  back up dancer. I’ve been in a couple movies but no one would recognize me on the street. Not unless they were a belieber, I have no fans of my own. I’m a nobody.

I walked up to the lockers quietly but infuriating with anger. I turned and punched one about six times trying to get all the anger out. Now all the anger was turning into sadness, hurt.

“Wooah, dude. You ok?” Jon asked, appearing out of nowhere. I hadn’t even heard him come in.

“I’m fine,” I replied, sternly, unwilling to answer any more questions. No one could know what I was feeling. No one would understand anyway.

Taking in a deep breath I smiled to myself and forced myself back into a good mood.

“Let’s go man, rehearsals must have started!”  I exclaimed, patting him on the shoulder as I walked out of the locker room. I bet that he was confused as hell, but I wouldn’t blame him.

Justin’s POV

Being with her, made me the happiest man alive. No other girl made me feel so genuinely loved, when I was with her I forgot about the fame, the money, the paparazzi, the rumors, the drama. I could be myself. She kept me grounded but at the same time complemented my lifestyle. She knew how to act, she wasn’t too engrossed in her own busy life , she had time for me. She had time to come with me on tour and spend time with me. She was the perfect girlfriend.

When I saw her with Luke earlier, I don’t know why my stomach twisted and turned at the sight. I know that she loves me and that she would never betray me but sometimes, even I get jealous. I’m Justin Bieber, but this one girl drives me insane. I literally go insane when she’s out of my sight. She’s a blessing and if anything ever happened to her I don’t know if I would be able to take it.

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