Pray (That She Loves Me)[A Justin Bieber Story]

Chapter 2

"...Oh crap!"

"What's wrong?" a voice, muffled by the door, asked.

I ignored him again as I set my forehead on the steering wheel, sighing.

The knocking increased and became louder. "Come on, what's wrong? I can probably help!" he offered, pressing his nose against the cool glass, making himself look like a pitiful puppy... Not even a puppy, more like a mutt.

I lifted my head up and looked over at him, annoyed. "You're still here?"

He nodded as I crossed my arms. "I'm supposed to meet you, and you won't even tell me your name."

I raised an eyebrow. "How do you know I'm not going to tell you a fake name?"

He shrugged as if it was nothing. "That's it, I don't know. But what would it benefit you?"

My shoulders sagged slightly. Unfortunately, he was right. What help would it be if I told him a lie? This would be the only time I would meet him, and it's not like I would ever be his friend. And there was no way I would be his girlfriend!

I opened the door as he stepping back, swinging my legs over so I'm facing him. "You really want to know who I am? Why?"

He gave me a signature smile. "Because you seem like a great person."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, not everyone would agree with that."

He smiled wider. Geez, he was an idiot! "Well, as long as everyone who cares about you agrees, then what does it matter?"

I groaned. "Please don't tell me you're a fortune cookie."

Chuckling, Mr. Beaver shook his head. "Nope, just plain old Justin."

Sighing, I pulled my keys out of the car's ignition. "Nina Anderson."

He smiled wider as he held a hand out to me to help me down. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

I shook my head as I stepped out of the car by myself like the big girl I am. "You're delirious." Starting towards the street crowded with taxis nearby, I left the boy behind.

"No I'm not! And where are you going?" he asked.

"Yes you are, and what does it look like? I need a cab."

It was his turn to shake his head as he grabbed one of my wrists. "Not if I can help it."

My eyes widened as I tried to pull out of his grip. God it was tight! "W-what are you doing??"

He started towing me to a black stretch limo nearby. "I'm taking you home."

I shook my head as I tried to pull my wrist free. "Let go of me! This is harassment- sexual harassment! How do I know you won't rape me?!" I shouted, hopefully someone would hear me and save me.

Mr. Beaver gave me a look as if I was crazy. "What are you talking about?! I just want to take you home!"

"Well I don't want you to, you creep!" I exclaimed.

I saw him glance over at me... Was that... hurt?

The look was gone just as quickly as it had came as he opened the door and made me go into the car and followed after.

Moving over to the corner, I felt a little clausterphobic and uneasy at the moment. A hand landed on my arm.

I jumped as I turned my head, tensing until I saw Skylar.

"Geez, relax Nina!" she suggested.

"How can I relax?! Eric's hurt, Annie's freaked out, someone tried to rob my house, and I'm being held hostage here!" I exclaimed, over-gesticulating as I usually do when I'm stressed.

"I'm not holding you hostage!" Beaver replied, clearly irritated. Good.

"Plus, my car won't start and there's no place to get gas nearby!"

"Well, if Justin's taking you home, then you'll save money so you don't have to pay for a taxi," Skylar stated. Damn. I hate it when she's right.

That usually means I'm wrong then...

I sighed as I brought out my iPod. "Fine... But I'm not going to thank you," I replied, looking at Justin with a glare.

He shrugged. "You just accepting the offer is fine by me." He was smiling by the time he finished.

Pfft, what made him so happy?

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A/N: Here's chapter 2! And I have to say: Eeeeep! I already have 40 reads for this story! Makes me feel so happy!!!

Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, I won't have a real schedule to write and/or post stories because I have to get on my friend's laptop in order to post these stories up because my home computer gets viruses too easily... Stupid laptop...!

Anyway, so yeah, Nina's a stubborn person who just has to do it her own way.

Plus, I realized while I was typing this that I should probably improve the way it flows on it so it isn't just, "1st kind of sentence, blah blah blah, 2nd kind of sentence, 3rd kind, and back to the 1st and here we go again!" kind of story. I'll try to do what I can to improve, I promise!

So yeah... I think that's all I have to say so... Please please please comment! I would love to hear some suggestions and opinions on what you guys have to say. I'm probably sounding a little desperate but, what can I say? I need comments to keep going.

~TNT =)