Thanks to an anonymous reader and AyeeTerrie for commenting :) Love you guys! Your comments make my day 3

Also, I just heard that Selena actually did make a guest appearance in JB's Rio show! I think that's kind of humorous and coincidental! :)

xoxo Heather

Justin's P.O.V.

Laney and I stood in my dressing room in silence for a few seconds. I watched her glance around the room before I said anything, "Chill here for a bit. I should probably get back now but just stay here; I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." I threw my hands up in a 'stop' motion and bolted out the door before she could protest. After shutting the door behind me I started jogging down the empty hallways back to the west wing.

I can't believe Sel is here… That just ruined everything. She really is good at doing that. And she yelled at me in front of Laney. How embarrassing. What a way to ruin the mood. Ugh. I don't know how much longer I can deal with this crap from her. She really is taking all of the joy out of this whole 'popstar' thing.

"Dude!" Ryan and Chaz caught up with me from behind. "What was going on a little bit ago? We heard yelling?"

Dang, people heard Selena yelling at me? Great.

I slowed my pace and turned to face them both. "Selena showed up." Their eyes grew big and they glanced at each other quickly then turned back to me.

"Did she see you with Laney?" Chaz chirped in.

"Yeah, she saw the whole song. She wasn't too happy. If you guys are the only ones that heard then try to keep it to yourselves. I really don't need to deal with that drama right now. But hey, I gotta get back to the stage. I'll catch up with you after the show, k?" They waved and I sprinted off onto the stage.

As I sung the last song I couldn't even put any emotion into it. All I could think about was how terrible Selena had been to Laney. 'Slut' The word rang in my mind over and over. My anger level was slowly rising. How dare she call a girl she doesn't even know a slut. I really am sick of her shit.

My fingers weren't cooperating with me at all as I strummed my acoustic guitar high above the crowd. This is normally one of my favorite songs but not tonight. The only thing on my mind was getting back to my dressing room.

Slowly, the heart carriage drifted back to the stage. After I stepped off I took my bow then took a bow with all of my performers. The dancers and band stayed on the stage a few minutes longer relishing in the applause but I was out of there as soon as I stood back up.

I raced past the common lounge and Scooter yelled out for me, "JB! What're you doing? No encore tonight?"

"Sorry man," I tossed a look back at him, "Got something more important to deal with right now!" Spinning back around I ran back to my dressing room as fast as I could.

"Hey Laney, I'm back!" The door bounced against the wall harshly as I rushed into my dressing room. Getting no response I glanced around the room and flicked the light on. There I saw Selena sitting on the couch. Groaning inwardly I crossed my arms and looked at her angrily. "Selena, what the hell are you doing in here? And where's Laney?"

She smiled evilly and stood up, slowly walking towards me. "I scared her off. You and I need to have some alone time." Selena winked at me seductively and wrapped her arms around my neck. I was so disgusted with her at this point that I didn't even want to be near her. My body was starting to shake out of anger and I picked her arms off of me escaping from her grasp. "Justin, what the hell? I fly all the way out here to Brazil to spend time with you and this is how you thank me?"

"I didn't ask you to come out here." She looked hurt and angry. "Ever think that maybe I wanted to spend some time off without you?" I started pacing trying to think about how I could find Laney again. She was right here. I was so close. I shouldn't have gone back to the stage without her. Mentally slapping myself I turned back to Selena with narrowed eyebrows. "You've been nothing but a bitch to me for the past 2 months. Why would I want to be around you?"

"Maybe if you didn't give me so many reasons not to trust you then I wouldn't have to be a bitch!" She started raising her voice considerably. I honestly could not believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

I've given her reasons to distrust me? Are you kidding me? That's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. I've dropped meet and greets for this girl and she accuses me of this?

"I've given you reasons to distrust me? C'mon Selena. You can't be serious." She started walking towards me again.

"Don't play dumb, Justin, you know exactly what I'm talking about." This time she was the one crossing her arms over her chest. I just looked at her dumbly and waited for some kind of explanation. "You know, all the other girls! Kissing their cheeks, hugging, flirting, you do it all the time!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing right now.

"Selena, you do know you're absolutely mental right now, right? I don't have time to deal with you anymore. I can't put up with this shit. You're making my life so stressful. Ugh, I feel like Ronnie from Jersey Shore! Gimme a damn break. I became famous so I could have a nice life helping people and making people happy. That's not gonna happen if I stay with you."

"I don't want you to make anyone else happy, Justin. Just me… Wait- what are you saying?" She dropped her arms and back up a few steps with hurt in her eyes.

"I'm saying I can't be with you anymore. I'm done with this," I waved my arms frantically around, "All of this. I'm finally doing something for myself for once and not you," I pointed out the still-open door, "or anybody else is going to stop me. Now, do your and myself a favor and get out. Go back home. I'm done." There were clearly tears welling up in her eyes at the fact that I just yelled at her and dumped her simultaneously. At this point I really didn't care. I felt bad for hurting her but not for leaving her. Not after all the crap she's caused in my life.

Before I knew what was happening there was a loud *smack* and my cheek was on fire. She had slapped me. Without a single hint of pain on my face I blinked at her and pointed towards the door again. She turned on her heel as a single tear rolled down her face. Stopping at the door frame Selena turned to look at me once more, "You'll regret this. I promise you that." Finally the sight of my crazy ex was gone and I shut the door to be alone with my thoughts.

Now, how the hell am I gonna find Laney? Maybe she's still wandering around back here somewhere…

At that moment there was a knock on my door and my mom peered in. "Hey sweetie, everything okay? I hear shouting."

"Yeah mom, everything's fine. I had to dump Selena though. She was getting too crazy for me." My mom nodded at me knowingly and sighed.

"I'm sorry to hear that, she was a sweet girl." With the finish of my mom's sentence my face distorted into a 'you're crazy, woman' look. "Well, she always was to me.. Heh."

"I guess. She was psycho." The older woman in front of me scowled at my brashness. "Oh hey, you didn't see a lost-looking girl wandering around back here did you? About 5'5'', long brown hair, 'JB' tattoo on her face?" I leaned back onto my dresser table and waited for my mom's response. My hand bumped into something so I picked it up and examined it. A cell phone? This isn't mine. Maybe it's Sel's? No, she has an iPhone. I unlocked the screen and clicked the text messages open. The newest unread text was from a guy named Peter. Why does that name seem so familiar?

"Oh, I think I did Justin. The Youtube girl? Mmhmm, I led her back to the auditorium seating so she could see the end of the show. I can't believe you just left her back here like that."

I heard my mom's response but only slightly. Right now I was too engrossed in figuring out whose phone this was.

From: Peter

Alright I can't wait to hear about everything! Have fun Laney, tell Kayla I said hey. :)

My heart stopped and my eyes shot up straight to my mom. It's Laney's phone. I knew she was here with Kayla, maybe I should text her to let her know I have her best friends' phone.

"Sorry ma, didn't really hear what you said."

She repeated herself once more as I sent a new text to Kayla from Laney's phone.

To: Kayla
I found your phone.

Finally my mom just stopped talking and waited for me to pay attention to her. Apologizing once more he started again for the third time, "I said, I think I did. I led her back to the-" The phone in my hand started buzzing as it received a new text. Quickly, I opened it. It was from Kayla. Or Laney.

From: Kayla
Thank you so much! Could you leave it at the front desk of the Windsor Atlantica Hotel? Whoever you are I owe you big time!

My heart skipped a few beats at the fact that I just found out where the two girls were staying. I pushed off of the dresser and raced past my mom, completely ignoring her yells. Somehow I had to figure out how to get there. Ryan. Quickly I darted to the lounge, spotted Ryan and drug him to the bathroom, locking it behind us.

"Dude, take off your clothes." I started undressing not even noticing how wrong my statement sounded. Ryan sure noticed.

"Uh… What?"

"Take of your clothes. I need them." Ryan just stared at me while I stood in front of him in nothing but my boxers.

"Why…do you need my clothes… And why are you almost naked in front of me?" He was taking too long. I started unzipping his jacket and he flew backwards into the sink. "Dude, what the fuck! Don't undress me!"

"Ryan, come on! You're wasting time! Laney left and I gotta go find her. I can't go out there dressed like me. Now, gimme your clothes, quick." Slight realization dawned on him but I could tell he was still hesitant to get semi-naked.

"Turn around." Ryan held his jeans up until I agreed to not look. Self-conscious pansy. He tossed me his pants and I could hear him zipping mine up on himself. We finished switching shirts, hoodies, and shoes.

"Thanks man, I really owe you one. Hey, how's it feel to be Justin Bieber?" I winked and slapped his arm then I was out the door. Chaz and Scooter gave me a weird look as I rushed past them. Don't care, on a mission.

I pulled my hat down and flipped the hoodie hood up over my head so my eyes were barely visible. The back door opened right as I got to it and I ducked under some crew guys arms as they were carrying equipment out to the busses. I couldn't stop as risk of them realizing who is was.

Soon enough I was standing at the edge of the street grasping Laney's phone. My arm was outstretched over the road as I hailed a cab trying to keep from too much of my face showing in the moonlight.

The nearest cab slammed to a halt and I jumped in, "Windsor Atlantica! Rapido!" The cab driver slammed on the gas and I got thrown into the seat. Maybe I should have put my seatbelt on… Oops.

Since I had a minute till we got to the hotel I figured I'd snoop on her phone a bit. I clicked open her gallery and decided to view a few of her pictures.

The newest one was of her in the hotel bathroom dressed for my concert. She's so beautiful… The cabbie cleared his throat and I looked up. I hadn't even noticed we had stopped moving and were parked in front of a beautiful white hotel. Tossing some cash into the front seat I hopped out and rushed into the lobby, heading for the front desk.

"Hey, I found my friends' phone and I'd like to take it to her room personally. Could I have the room number please?" The guy behind the counter looked suspiciously at me.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't disclose the room number."

"Come on, man. She's my friend." I thought for a moment and took my hood off so he could see my face. A light dawned on him as he figured out who I was.

"Oh, certainly Mr.-" I hushed him before he could get my last name out. Flipping my hood back up he nodded at me. "Here's the floor key. You have to take the service elevator. Floor 14. The key will open up the elevator door to a small hallway. The only door at the end of the hallway is her room door." I thanked him and sprinted off to find the service elevator.

Thankfully, the elevator was already on the first floor so I hit the '14' button and started my ascend. The carriage stopped at the 14th floor and requested I enter the floor key. Complying, the doors opened and I stepped out. When the guy said a small hallway he wasn't kidding. This thing is no joke 4 feet long and 6 feet wide.

Impatiently I pounded on the door. My heart was racing. This is it. I can't believe I'm about to be face to face with Laney again. She's actually going to be within my grasp. Okay, that was creepy. I could hear yelling behind the door and footsteps heading towards me. My heart started racing even faster.

It was all happening in slow motion. The lock clicked open, the door knob turned, the door slowly creaked open and I looked up from my feet. I pulled my hood down and my eyes locked onto her beautiful brown eyes filled with shock.

In the background I could see her friend Kayla drop her phone at the sight of me. I cracked a shy smile and pulled out her phone, "Hey, um.. I found this in my dressing room. Thought you might want it back."