"Ohhhhhh no." I mumbled as I stood back up. He smiled at me.

"Hey… you." He was clearly afraid to say anything else since I had an icy cold frappuccino in my hand. Then I saw two bodyguards approaching. I tried to run away but Justin blocked me.

"Hey, hey, hey! They're not gonna hurt you!"

"Then why are they here? How did you find me?"

"Oh, they're here to protect me just in case. To answer your second question : It was a total luck thing. I wasn't even trying! Though I was thinking about what you did to me.

"Dude! That happened like a week ago!"

"A week and I never stopped thinking about it."

"Yeah tell me about it. Neither did Sophie." I said.

"Who?"

"My best friend that practically melted when you touched her face." I motioned to Sophie who was too busy texting someone. Justin let out a laugh.

"Ha! I remember her! Boy, good times, good times."

"Well then… Goodbye, goodbye!" I tried walking past him but he blocked me again.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked me studying my face.

"I don't hate you."

"Well you clearly don't like me either." He was pretty sad about it appearantly. I felt kinda bad.

"If it makes you feel any better, I used to be a die-hard fan." His face lightened up.

"Really?" I nodded.

"Yup." The smile on his face soon faded and got a confused curve on his lips.

"What happened?"

"To be honest, I don't like players. I already deal with them at school enough. I don't need another player in my life. "

"What does that have to do with me?" He said. I was shocked.

"Boy, do you not listen to yourself when you talk?" His expression was still blank.

"UGHHH! CHELSEA LATELY, INTERVIEW, ARE YOU A PLAYER? Ring a bell?" After a few seconds he understood what I meant.

"Ohhhh."

"Finally! Now if you'll excuse me…" I was able to push pass him this time. As I walked I heard him coming after me.

"I'm not a player." I turned around.

"Excuse me while I laugh. HAH! Yeah, I understand that you're not a player by the way you act towards girls! Oh my God! Respect!" I started walking again. I gave Sophie her drink and pulled her from her arm.

"Hey where are we going?" She said trying to pull her arm away.

"We're going back to my house, somebody unwanted is in there." She pulled her arm hard enough to get out of my grasp. She stopped walking and so did I.

"Who?" I shook my head and pulled her arm again, only gently this time.

"Oh, just another player." I thought about Justin and what he said. He IS a player. The way he acts towards girls, ugh no respect! He was just trying to convince me that he's not a player just so he wouldn't lose a fan. I bet nobody cared when he said that. People have no respet for theirselves these days!

When we got home, I found a bouquet laying on my doormat. I picked it up. Red roses. There was a card inside.

" Roses are red, violets are blue. Whatever you do, I'll never forget you." I looked up and let out a loud sigh. This was gonna turn into a big problem.

3 Days Later –

I was right! These bouquets kept finding their way to my doorstep. All of them from the same person. But the last bouquet I recieved had a phone number on it. I quickly snatched my phone and dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"Hello, how am I talking to?"

"Who is this?" The person said with a flirty voice.

"Ughh, I'm Julianna. You are?"

"Hm, I don't think I've met a girl named Julianna. How did you get my number?"

"Julie for short. You left it on the bouquet."

"Oh Mystery Girl! Hi, I'm Justin!"

"Oh My God."

"Yeah, I know. It's an amazing feeling to get a call from JUSTIN BIEBER!" He squealed. OMG he's so full of himself.

"No, not that actually."

"Then why did you go OMG?"

"To the fact that you got me searched, got a hold of my phone number and address, sent me amazing bouquets yet you're still a flirt and sooooo full of yourself!" I hung up after that.