"Now I believe in me…" I sung loud into the microphone and beamed a smile. "Thank you everyone for coming out tonight! Give it up for my friend, Justin Bieber!"

Justin quickly ran out into the stage and stood next to me smiling at the crowd. "I'm not your friend." Justin mumbled in my ear waving to the crowd.

"Don't worry, the feelings mutual." I kept my smile as they we walked off.

"Remind me again why he has to guest star on this tour, why not anyone else! Anyone but him!" I growled as Justin sat opposite me in the tour bus.

"Because Justin works with the same record company as you, and fans have been shipping you two together and we thought it would be a good idea to get you together." My manager, Amy, told us.

"Oh, so it doesn't matter how we feel about each other?" Justin shouted.

"Exactly! He cheated on my best friend if you haven't forgotten, how can you guys even make me look at him!" Demi looked at the floor.

"I didn't cheat on her!" Justin shouted defensively at me.

"Oh yeah? The pictures say otherwise." I rolled my eyes as he threw his hands in the air. "Whatever, I'm going to bed."

Later that night, I sat in my bed staring at my phone. Amy was right, everyone was shipping us. Why? It's not like we'd make the perfect couple. We both hate each other and I wish everyone could see that. Just because fans ship two people together, doesn't automatically mean they both have to like each other. I will never like that boy. Ever.

I looked up and noticed Justin standing in my door way. "What do you want?" I asked coldly.

"Demi, why do you see me as such a bad person?"

"I just do."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"Well there must be a reason. Honestly, Dem… I'm not a bad guy… If you really knew me." Justin moved closer.

"But-" I stuttered. "You cheated on Selena."

"I really didn't. I'm not that type of guy."

"Oh." I looked down.

Honestly, I wasn't sure what to say. Justin didn't seem that bad, I guess I was just trying to make things worse for him to make him leave, But I don't know.

"So? You gonna start playing nice?" Justin smirked.

"I suppose." I rolled my eyes. "You gonna let me sleep?"

"Oh, sorry. Sleep tight beautiful." He slowly walked off.

Beautiful? Oh gosh, I'm suddenly laying here fangirling over the fact Justin just called me beautiful. I really need to get a grip. I am not falling for him!