I wish I had never bought that stupid raffle ticket. Then I wouldn't be here with the world's most conceited, spoiled, arrogant brat banging on the door.
Seriously, I wish I hadn't. My life is basically - now. I'd better explain who I am to whoever's reading this. Well, for starters, I'm sixteen, have long, straight brown hair, big purple eyes, fair skin, and my name is Destiny. Destiny Holloway. And, as I mentioned before, I am currently in a hotel room with a spoiled brat pounding on my door. But I'll get to how I got here later. It's kind of a long story. I'll have to explain later. I have to get ready for some stupid party for the world's brattiest, most self centered sixteen year old.
So it was a Monday morning, and everyone was in their normal zombie eyed daze, until morning announcements. They said that there would be a raffle. Apparently someone's rich dad had donated a lot of stuff.
The prizes were a day with either: Justin Bieber, Taylor Swift, Selena Gomez, and a bunch of other teenage actors and singers.
Each raffle ticket cost twenty bucks. It was to raise money for the school. Me and just about everyone in the school bought a ticket.
No one expected to win, really. Only three people out of thousands of tickets? Yeah, right.
So a week later we all got called down to the gym to read off the winners. Everyone had convinced themselves they didn't care if they didn't get picked, but nevertheless, everyone was a bit giddy.
Some boy I didn't know got the day with Taylor. He didn't sound too happy.
One of the popular chicks got Selena Gomez. They all started screaming. You must understand, the popular chicks obsess over Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber, her boyfriend.
Then I got picked. I had to spend a day with Justin Bieber.
There was instant uproar from the popular girls. I hated JB and they worshipped the ground he walked. A few of my friends were laughing at me, a few were begging me to take them with me. I groaned. This couldn't be real.
I had two weeks until my day of -. Oh no.
To the popular girl's dismay, you couldn't bring friends. They found a way around that to my understanding.
Two weeks later, it was a Friday. My friend Annie had decided it would be a good idea to dress me up like a doll for Bieber.
I hated every second of it. She put a little braid in my hair, and made me wear a lavender cami with flare jeans. She made me wear a silver necklace with an amethyst teardrop. She also made me wear flip flops that matched the cami. She did my makeup, and then we showed up at school.
The popular girls were acting insane as usual, and most of the school was crowded around the gate, waiting for the stars in their limos to show up.
Unfortunately, all three people came in one limo. The second the doors opened, there was a screaming mob of fangirls attacking. It was pretty hilarious.
Me, Brittany, and Zeke were the only people that got to leave in that limo anyways.
Zeke sat in between Taylor and the window, Selena sat on the other side of Taylor, Brittany sat on the other side of Selena, and somehow Bieber ended up between me and Brittany.
It was a bad arrangement.
Brittany kept spazzing out because she was next to Justin Bieber, Zeke was mad because his girlfriend (Brittany) was ditching him for Bieber, Selena and Taylor were engaged in some conversation about boy issues, and Bieber was attempting to pry Brittany off of him and talk to me at the same time. I stared out the window.
This would be a long drive.
Bieber got Brittany off of him, and turned towards me.
"Your future must be very bright."
"Why?"
"I've never seen such a beautiful Destiny."
"Very clever. Now shut up." I told him. He seemed to be in shock.
I dug a book out of my bag and started reading it.
About ten minutes later, my phone went off.
I saw it was my friends, and answered.
"What?"
"How's your life with the rich and famous?" Amara joked.
"Fine."
"Still in the limo?"
"Yes."
Savannah's voice broke in, "The people of Roseville want to sing something. Put it on speaker."
Arguing with Savannah was impossible, so I put it on speaker.
Instantly, at least fifty voices screamed , "And I'm like Bacon, bacon, bacon oooooh, right bacon, bacon noooo, bacon bacon bacon oooh, bacon should always be fried-ied! Bacon… "
After about two minutes I hung up.
Bieber was like, "What the -?"
My phone went off four more times.
On the fifth time, Brittany grabbed it.
She answered.
"Shut up! How can you say something like that to a gorgeous guy like him!"
It sounded like the phone on the other side was dropped. There was a lot of laughing.
"Brittany! Give my phone back!" I shouted.
"Why should I?"
"Brittany, give it!"
"No!"
"Brittany!"
Her phone, and Zeke's phone went off at the same time.
She and Zeke answered, and the limo was full of the sound of screamed parodies.
"And I was like subway, subway, subway ooh, subway should always be fresh…"
"I will sometimes say never…."
"I say, I say you're not perfect…."
"Have you ever thought just maybe, I'm just a zombie…."
"Hate me, hate me, say that you hate me, punch me punch me, oh how you hurt me…"
Brittany and Zeke hung up.
"Again, what the -?" Bieber muttered.
Brittany started gushing apologies.
Zeke stared out the window.
I snatched my phone back and texted everyone to shut up and leave me alone. Naturally, they didn't. So I shut off my phone.
Let's just say it was a LONG drive.
J.B.'s P.O.V. (This is the chapter before)
So now I'm stuck in a limo with an angry girlfriend and her best friend, and I have to go pick up psycho fangirls and spend the day with them. Great.
Selena wasn't talking to me, and neither was Taylor.
By the time we pulled up in front of the school, the limo was attacked by girls screaming. It was insane. 'Course, a gorgeous guy like me is used to it.
I found out the girl I had to spend a day with hated me and was hot. Her hair was long chocolate brown and perfectly straight. She was wearing a purple cami, flare jeans, purple flip flops, and a silver necklace with a purple gem. Her eyes matched her outfit.
And purple's my favorite color.
I was pretty lucky. The only problem was she hated me.
I sat next to her in the limo and tried to flirt with her.
"Your future must be very bright." I said, doing the famous hair flip.
"Why?"
"I've never seen such a beautiful Destiny."
"Very clever. Now shut up." She snapped.
Then Destiny turned back to her book. Had she just blown me off? I stared in disbelief. Selena glared at me. Brittany couldn't keep her inch long hot pink claws off of me, and I had to keep fending her off. Then Destiny's phone went off. It was her stupid friends singing. But they were singing parodies and making fun of me. Brittany took Destiny's phone, and it got worse and worse.
I thought the drive would never end. But that was mostly because I wanted to be alone with Destiny.