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I also kinda forgot to put a disclaimer: I don't own Justin Bieber (oneday, oneday) or anything else except the plot and my characters Rhiannah Pearson and Deborah Henderson.

CHAPTER THREE: STALKER ALERT!

After the rather eventful music lesson, Justin departed our school. I tried to hook Deborah in with Justin. I was gonna ask if he wanted to go on a date with her in his free time. I didn't know if was going to work, or if he would even be allowed. But it was worth a try.

"Hey, Justin!" I shouted over the screaming fans of girls as he made his way back to his limo outside of the school.

"Rhi?" he cried.

I zigzaged through a couple of screaming girls but couldn't get through to him, and watched as he was practically pushed inside the waiting car by his bodyguard, I sighed and he waved as he zoomed off.

"Bugger," I muttered, and then I went to find Deborah, who was just standing there looking happy.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked.

"These past two days have been the best!" Deborah sighed. "I wish we could have spent more time together with Justin huh?"

I shrugged. "He's a busy boy, so Deb, just cherish what you experienced."

Deborah touched her cheek. "I'm never washing off his kiss."

I rolled my eyes. "Come on, we got Science to get too."

Deborah nodded and linking arms we made our way to boring Science.

After school, I practically rushed home to get ready for work. Getting into my daggy track pants and Wok in a Box uniform shirt I rushed out the door, jumped on my bike and started riding as I put on my helmet.

"You late, Liannah!"

"Sorry!" I apologised, to my boss Chun-Hua as I tripped through the door.

"We got customer, hurry take order!" She snapped.

I sighed, and grabbing my apron, I put it over my head and smirked as I walked past her daughter Fu-Hua, who was filing her nails listening to her iPod.

Thirty customers later and we had a quiet spot, and I was set to clean and throw out the left overs. I hated rushing, because I got all smelly and sweaty, why couldn't Fu-Hua get up off her ass and help out.

"Imma be living dat goood life, imma be living dat goood, good life!" I belted out, as I took out the trash.

"Uh, don't quit your day job!" a guy who was one of the cooks said as he put out his cigarette.

"Pfft, you slaking again huh, Huan?" I said, tossing the bag into the bin and dusting off my hands.

Huan shrugged. "Anything's better than cooking for that horror called a boss."

I laughed and leant against the door. "Well she gives us good pay you must admit, plus if I quit, mum would kill me. Plus works close to home, so I can just bike."

Huan smiled and took out another cigarette, I watched with a raised eyebrow.

"How old are you?"

"Seventeen," Huan replied, lightening up his cigarette and taking a drag. "I know, I know I'm too young." he said mocking my voice, I just chuckled.

"Smoking is so uncool," I told him, opening the door to go back inside.

"Really?"

I nodded. "Yes really, suck on a lollipop instead."

Huan looked at his cigarette as I went back inside to serve the few of the waiting customers, who unfortunately decided they wanted to eat in. So I had to call Huan's butt back inside to help.

Finally closing time came around and I began making my rounds cleaning the restaurant, and I could turn up the music if I wanted. So dancing around to David Guetta, I didn't hear the door open and close before it was too late and turning around I nearly died and not of embarrassment, of shock.

I groaned as Justin smiled, standing there arms folded looking proud he had found me. I can't believe I told him where I worked.

"We are closed, if you don't notice." I said leaning on my broom pouting.

"I know, but I thought you'd want to see me," Justin said wriggling his eyebrows.

"Ha, not even in my dreams," I replied, continuing to sweep.

"You were brilliant in music today!"

"You kidding? I only played what Stacey had!"

Stacey had been chosen to play guitar, in which I cringed because she played the same old song everyone played. Smoke on the Water.

"She's hot, don't get me wrong, but she bored me." Justin replied. "Your triangle version was great!"

I was so annoyed when Justin had called me up to play the triangle that I just decided to 'play' Smoke on the Water. Justin loved it more than Stacey's – which annoyed me even more.

I raised an eyebrow. "You are only trying to flatter me."

Justin smirked flirtatiously. "Is it working?"

"No." I replied, Justin's face fell and I smirked as I went to sweep under some tables. "Chun-Hua, help!" I cried out.

My manager sprinted out from the back, mop in hand. When she spied Justin, her face scrunched up with anger. "Get out, we closed!"

I watched with amusement as she tried to shoo Justin out of the shop with the mop.

"Hey, hey! I'm Justin Bieber!"

Chun-Hua stopped immediately, her face changing from anger to absolute happiness. "Oh my! Fu-Hua! Fu-Hua!"

She rambled something in Chinese and her daughter appeared looking over the moon. "Justin, I'm biggest fan!"

"Hello there, nice to meet you!" Justin answered kindly.

Chun-Hua turned to me. "Make him fry ri! Right now! Liannah!"

I rolled my eyes and Justin poked his tongue out at me as he was seated by Chun-Hua, Fu-Hua sliding beside him. "Hurry with my fried rice Liannah!"

I threw the broom in the corner. What did I do to deserve this? Seriously!

I walked into the kitchen, where Huan was cleaning up, he raised an eyebrow and me, when as I angrily took out a plate.

"What's going on out there, Rhi?"

"Could you please make some fried rice please?" I asked. "The Bieber Fever has leaked through the cracks."

Huan laughed. "Seriously, Justin Bieber is in here?"

I nodded. "I don't know him personally, but my bestie dragged me to his concert, and he pulled me up on stage and now he won't leave me alone."

Huan's eyes flashed, but he quickly went back to drying his pot. "Sounds like he has a crush on you."

I huffed. "Doubt it, I don't think he's used to having girls ignore him – I dunno."

"Do you want me to spit in his food?" Huan asked, turning on the wok and grabbing the vegetables out of the fridge.

I laughed. "No, eww!"

Huan laughed and I helped out cutting the egg and vegetables. It wasn't long before I was setting out steaming hot fried rice in front of Justin who looked thrilled. Chun-Hua praised me and Fu-Hua couldn't keep her hands off Justin, who tried to swat her hands away.

"Thanks, Rhi!"

"Don't mention it," I muttered about to walk off.

"Wait!"

I turned back around. "Want soy-sauce?"

Justin chuckled and shook his head. "No, sit down."

"No, no sorry she got a lot of work to do," Chun-Hua quickly piped in. "Fu-Hua would keep you company, Lhi go clean."

I went to obey, but Justin stopped me again. "No, I want her to sit; Fu-Hua here can go clean can't she?"

Fu-Hua's eyes widened. "What?"

Chun-Hua didn't looked impressed at Justin's request, but I knew she would obey, because this was the first time and last time a celebrity would ever come into Wok in the Box ever again and knowing Chun-Hua, she didn't like bad impressions.

"Alright," she finally said. "Fu-Hua, go clean, Lhi, you sit."

I rolled my eyes and Fu-Hua looked devastated. "What? Mama!"

"Go now, Fu-Hua!"

Fu-Hua got up and stormed off and I sat down across from Justin who was already digging into his food looking proud he got his own way. I folded my arms and leant in.

"So, what brought you here?" I asked.

"You wanted to talk to me right?"

I looked at him confused. "No?"

Justin nodded. "Yes, at your school, you called out my name, but I got carried away."

I remembered then. "Oh yeah, just wanted to see if you wanted to go out with Deb sometime in your free time, if you have any."

"With Deborah? Uhhh..." Justin trailed. "I dunno....I'm kinda busy all this week, it'll have to be sometime – no wait, I've got Friday afternoon free, just remembered, I cancelled a radio interview."

I smiled. "Then it's settled!"

Justin played with his food. "Deborah is nice and all..."

"Don't tell me..." I murmured.

"We can class this as a date!"

"Nooo..."

Justin just smiled. "I love how I can just relax around you and I know you ain't gonna pull anything, shawty."

I raised an eyebrow. "Glad to hear, but call me shawty again and I'll-"

"Sorry," Justin quickly apologised.

I couldn't help but to crack up laughing, and then to laugh harder when my stomach rumbled. Justin heard and began laughing also.

"Here, have the rest," Justin said, pushing the plate of fried rice toward me, and I took it.

"Thanks," I said gratefully and dug in.

Okay, there you go! Hope you liked :D next chappie coming soon I promise! Hit the review button on your way out :P Justin will love you (and mee too tehehehe).