A/N: This is my first story on FanFiction. Please read and review. I really appreciate it! P.S.: I don't own Justin Bieber, Baby, or a Range Rover (unfortunately)

Chapter 1

"Well, I guess you're all set." My dad said slamming my car hood.

"Call us as soon as you get there, hon." My mom spoke up.

"Mom, I'll be fine. San Francisco is only a couple hours away from here. It's not like I'm moving to New York."

"But do you really have to go? You just walked across that stage with your diploma a couple of hours ago."

"Mom, I'm serious. That's enough. We've been planning this trip for me for months. We all knew it was coming. I'm not canceling this. This is what I want to do."


I shook away the memory of that day. It had been a month since that day when I drove off. I hadn't seen them since. I hadn't even heard their voices in two weeks. We barely spoke because they were trying to guilt me into coming home. Little did they know, I had no intention of ever moving back home.

My name is Kristen Grant. I'm from Cambria, a small town in southern California but I have always wanted to live in San Francisco.

All of a sudden, I heard sirens from behind my Mustang. I looked in the rear view mirror to see a San Francisco Police Department car. I pulled to the side of the road, rubbing my forehead.

"Ma'am, do you- Oh, Miss Grant. Nice to see you." The cop said through my window.

"Hi Officer Ramirez…" I winced with a hesitant smile.

"Miss Grant you have been in this town for how long?"

"A month…" I groaned, tired of repeating this answer.

"In the single month that you have been here, you have been pulled over-"

"Six times." I finished for him.

"According to your license and registration, it's only been five, Miss Grant."

"Oh…my bad… Guess I lost track."

"Sure you did… I'm going to have to ask you to come down to the station."


"You're taking away my car?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the stale white walls of the precinct.

"Actually, we are suspending your license for thirty days. That means you can't drive your car home so, until you can have someone come pick it up, we are keeping your car." The receptionist said not even glancing up from her teen magazine that she was at least a decade too old for.

"Then how am I supposed to get home?"

"Not my problem."

"Ugh!" I yelled, snatching my purse from the countertop and stomping out the door. I was storming down the sidewalk when someone ran right into me. We both fell to the ground before he pulled me up.

"What the-" I started to shout before he put a hand over my mouth and pulled me back under the awning of the police station. A couple dozen screaming girls ran by. As soon as they had passed, I slammed my hands into his chest but he was stronger than first glance. "You run right into me and then try to muzzle me?"

"I'm so sorry! I was trying to get away from the crazies and I couldn't just leave you lying there! Just one of them could've easily crushed you into the pavement."

I was leaning against the wall so I stood up straight to see the height difference. He was only about an inch taller than me. I looked up at him which gave me a perfect view of the most gorgeous brown eyes I had ever seen. I shook my head to snap myself out of it which didn't work as well as I had hoped. "Did you just say the crazies?"

"Yeah, you know, the crazy screaming girls."

"Oh, right. Well, as nice as this little run-in has been, I have a long trip to the grocery store ahead of me." I stepped around him and kept walking in the direction of my favorite market.

"Wait!" He yelled, running to stand right in front of me. "The markets aren't that far from here. It shouldn't take you that long by car."

"You're right. It shouldn't. Except for the fact that the moronic officers just impounded my car so I have to walk twenty blocks. If you will excuse me, thank you."

I tried to step around him but he blocked me. "Why did they impound your car?"

"What is this, 20 Questions? I got caught speeding one too many times." I stepped around him, continuing my furious walk.

"Well, what if I told you I could give you a ride?"

I stopped in my tracks, turned around, and crossed my arms. "Do you have a criminal record?"

"No."

"Have you ever committed any crimes?"

"No."

"Do you own a gun, knife, taser, and/or any other kind of concealed weapon?"

"No, no, no, and nope."

I walked up to him. "Fine. But I'm just telling you this: I doown a gun and I have no problem using it. Got it?"

He smirked, which kind of scared me. "Good to know. Right this way."

As we were walking, I decided to make small talk. "So what's your name?"

He gave me a weird look. "Justin…"

I extended my hand. "Hi Justin, I'm Kristen."

Instead of returning the gesture, he hugged me. When he pulled away, he saw my stunned expression. "Sorry, I'm more laid back. Handshakes are for the president not for friends."

"Right. So where is this car of yours?"

"Right here." He leaned against a pristine black Range Rover.

"Oh my gosh, no way. You have to let me drive!" I squealed. The Range Rover was one of the few cars I hadn't gotten the chance to drive in my life.

"You just got your car impounded and you think I'm going to let you drive my car?"

After a minute or so of moping, we got in and he turned on the radio. "And that was Baby by Justin Bieber. Hey ladies, we just got an anonymous call saying that he was just spotted in town today so keep an eye out for him!"

Justin turned it off. He groaned, putting on his sunglasses and a hat. "Great. Just what I need."

No…, I thought. It couldn't be…