He's Just... Different {Justin Bieber}

Chapter 1

Chapter One

 

 

"As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke, as long as you love me, I'll be your platinum, I'll be your silver, I'll be be your gold." I sang along to my way to work. I work at Abercrombie and Fitch, and they play that song, sometimes. When I first heard it, I had no idea it was him. Justin. Bieber. He's really grown up, cute, stylish, anything you want. 

I pulled up to the mall, and got out from my car. Don't worry, I'm nineteen, so I'm old enough. I was walking across the road, on my phone, and all off a sudden I looked up and there was freaking black SUV, with tinted windows. Coming straight at me. I squealed and ran up on the sidewalk. What the hell? Is the windows that dark, the driver can't see? It stopped right in front of me.

"Sorry, 'bout that." A driver said. Really? That's his apology?  He was wearing a hat, sunglasses, and had his jacket hood up. Was he running from the cops or something? He drove off around the curb. Disappearing from anyone sight.

I walked into the mall, and got a couple waves from the people at the Macy's.

"Hey Kellie-Bellie." One of my best friends, Anna, said to me. She worked at one of the make-up counters in Macy's. I begged her to apply to Abercrombie with me, but she refused saying- "No, I might have an asthma attack or something!" I guess she had a point, she really did have asthma, like bad.

"Hey Anna-Banana. Make sure you get my make-up, I'm running low." I told her walking off. She nodded and got to work with a customer. I walked out of the Macy's, past Wetseal, and American Eagle to get to Abercrombie. I walked in and saw Zander (Alexander is his real name). and immediately got hit with the men's cologne.

"Hey, Zander." I said hugging him. He was also one of my best- guy friend, nothing romantic. We were also cashier buddies.

"Late again Kels." He joked.

"Ok, whatever." I said. We walked to the cashier and saw Jane and Micheal working there. Basically the schedule goes, two people work the cashier for about an hour or hour and a half, then we switch to the 'grounds' of the store. There's about eight of us usually. Jane and Micheal were a couple, so of course they love working together, same shift and everything. They walked off to the men's and women's sections, and me and Zander took on the register.

"Ready?" He said, doing his classic perfect white smile.

"Yup." I said popping the 'p'. We worked about thirty minutes, dealing with people checking out, bringing back stuff, sampling perfumes, and stuff. Everything was going smoothly until this one girl came up and slammed these jeans right in front of me.

"May I help you?" I asked cautiously. Zander snickered beside me while taking care of customers, who were practically drooling over him.

"Uh, yeah, so I bought these jeans and I don't want them." She said, in you know, those bratty voices. That I hated.

"Did you try them on?" I said trying to not explode. I'm telling the things I hate the most is fakeness, and spoiled brats. Just what I was dealing with.