Chapter 2

Chelsea's POV:

When we got back to the hotel, there were a bunch of girls in the lobby.

I got a closer look at the girls as we approached them.

They were all wearing Justin Bieber t-shirts. When they caught sight of Justin, they all screamed.

"Oh my God, it's Justin Bieber!" two of the girls screamed.

My eyes widened.

I looked up at Justin. He wasn't looking at me, he was staring at all the other girls that were waiting for him.

He smirked at one of them, and she giggled.

"Just my luck." I thought.

"Hey girls!" Justin shouted to them. He dropped my hand and walked straight over to them.

He automatically started flirting.

I was hurt. I can't believe he did that! We had a wonderful day, and he just completely blew me off.

But I also had to put into consideration that he's famous. And he wants to keep his personal life private.

But that was a question that needed to be answered.

Was I part of his personal life? Or will I just be a fan in his eyes?

Thinking about this, I took one last glance at Justin, and then walked over to the elevator.

Some part of me wanted to make him feel bad, but another part of me told me to let it go.

"It's no big deal." I said to myself, as I walked into the elevator.

Right before the door closed, I saw one of the girls talking to Justin.

She pointed at me and Justin looked at me. He shook his head and waved his hand like I meant nothing to him.

He waved me away like a fly. Just like that.

"Well, out of sight, out of mind." I said to myself as the door closed.

Justin's POV:

The girl standing in front of me, Lindsay was a major distraction.

She pointed at Chelsea and asked me if I was into her. I lied and said no.

I can't believe I just waved her off like that! And she saw me too. I feel horrible.

But in a way, I was actually protecting her. If I were to tell Lindsay that I was into Chelsea, she and all her friends would start a riot.

I didn't want anything to happen to Chelsea.

I talked to the girls for a few more minutes, and then they all left.

Lindsay slipped her number into my shirt pocket and told me to call her sometime.

I smiled at her, and then ran to the elevator after she left the building.

I pressed the 'Up' button and waited for the elevator to come down. When it finally opened in front of me, I looked up and saw Chelsea standing inside.

She put a sad look on her face and pressed the button to close the door on me.

"Chelsea, wait." I said, holding the door open.

She didn't say anything. She just walked passed me into the lobby.

"Chelsea, will you let me explain?" I asked her.

She kept walking away from me as if she couldn't hear me.

I sped up and spun her around to face me. I wasn't going to let her get away that easily.

"Chelsea, listen to me!" I said.

She pushed me away. "Get off me!" She said, annoyed.

"Chelsea, please…" I responded. I couldn't let her walk away like this.

Just then, some guy walked up beside Chelsea and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her closer to her.

I wasn't looking at his face; I was looking at where he grabbed her.

Did I miss something? I thought.

"If she says get off of her, then get off." He said.

I looked up at the guy. He was taller than me.

He had black hair, green eyes, and he was pretty tan.

I backed up a few steps. He was intimidating.

"Why are you holding her like that?" I asked him, looking at his hand around her waist.

"Because she likes it." He answered.

They turned around and she placed her hand in his as they walked away from me.

"Chelsea…" I called after her.

She turned her head to the side as if to acknowledge that she heard me, but turned and looked straight ahead.

She ignored me.

I stood there in the middle of the lobby looking stupid, watching after them as they walked outside.

Chelsea's POV:

Holding Spencer's hand felt nice. But not as nice as the way Justin's hand felt in mine.

I tried not to think about him. He did me wrong. Way wrong.

But he did try to fix everything. And I didn't let him.

"Chelsea, are you okay?" Spencer asked me.

I looked over at him. He was looking at me, concerned.

I completely forgot he was talking to me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I was in a daze." I said.

He nodded and looked straight ahead. He let go of my hand.

I looked away and tried not to show my disappointment.

He must have seen it anyway, because he laughed and grabbed my hand again.

I looked over at him and smiled.

We kept walking around and looking at different sights. Spencer started telling me about himself.

He told me that he was born and raised here in Canada.

"Oh really?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "Yeah, really." He replied.

I nodded. "That's cool. This place is awesome." I said.

"I agree." He said.

"So…are you interested in that Bieber guy?" He asked me.

I looked down. "Um, I don't know." I said.

He nodded. "I see."

"Yeah." I said. I really didn't feel like talking about Justin right now. Just hearing his name pissed me off.

I guess he figured I didn't want to talk about it. But he kept going.

"So, what did he do to piss you off?" He asked me.

I thought about it for a second. "We were hanging out earlier, and we were having a really great time. He even told me that he liked spending time with me. But then we get back to the hotel, and he waves me off like I'm no one." I said.

"Ahh, I see." Spencer said.

I nodded. "Yeah, and he tried to explain, but I'm just not in the mood. I don't feel like giving in."

He nodded. "I think you ought to hear him out."

I sighed. "But I don't feel like talking to him and opening up. I just don't."

"Well, I think now is a good time." He pointed in front of him and I followed his gaze.

Justin was walking toward me.

I stopped short and tried to turn and make a run for it, but Spencer stopped me.

He gave me a little shove in Justin's direction.

I looked back at him, but he was already walking away.

I tried to turn around and follow him but Justin caught up to me and spun me around.

"Chelsea, look. I'm sorry about waving you off…it's just…I didn't want you to get hurt." He said.

I raised an eyebrow. "How's that working out for you?" I asked.

He sighed. "I'm serious Chelsea. If I were to tell her that I was into you, she and all the other girls would start a riot!"

I put that into consideration.

"Well, I guess that makes sense." I said.

He smiled. "Will you forgive me?" He asked.

"Not so fast. Baby steps." I said.

He pouted. "That's not going to work Justin." I said.

He sighed. "Well, at least you're talking to me again."

"Yeah, at least." I said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked.

I looked at him. He was looking at me, concerned.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

We walked back to the hotel in silence.

Well, Justin was trying to get me hyped up by talking to me, but I wasn't even in the mood. I was so tired.

"Why aren't you talking?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just really tired."

He looked down at me. "Want me to carry you?" he asked.

I thought about it. "Depends. Are you strong enough?" I teased him.

"Heck yeah!" He shouted.

He motioned for me to get on his back. I got on. He winced.

"Uh, I don't think you can handle it, weakling." I said to him.

"Hey! Watch it!" He said, laughing.

He carried me all the way back to the hotel.

When we got to the entrance, we saw Chaz pacing back and forth in the lobby.

When he looked up and saw us, he ran over.

"You guys! Something happened to Melissa! No one knows where she went." He said, worriedly.

My stomach dropped.

Melissa was missing.