Justin's POV:

Scooter came to see me the next day. He was fun to be around most of the time, but he was always the bringer of bad news and odd propositions. Like me dating Selena, yeah, that was his idea.

"So… Justin, I'm really glad you're feeling better." He smiled a little. I just gave him a look, because I could sense the real reason he was here: 'Work'. "Okay, … I have your weekly schedule with me. You wanna go through it?" There it was. Of course he came because he wanted me to work. I was slightly annoyed, but simply nodded. "I planned a press event tonight at 7pm. You're giving a couple of interviews for selected magazines and websites tomorrow and because Pattie cancelled your dance and voice rehearsals… that's gonna be all for the rest of the week. The only thing else I have for you right now is a photo shoot next week, but I'm sure I can tell you more at the weekend." I was baffled. My calendar wasn't full? I had time for myself? Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. "Okay, thanks Scooter. Where's the press conference?" I asked quietly. "We're setting it up in the dining room, here in the hotel." Why was he being so nice? Never mind, I don't really want to know. "We'll be there just before 7pm then. See you later, Scooter." Pattie ended the conversation. "Yeah, bye." He swiftly exited the apartment, leaving a cold gust of wind behind.

I felt my phone vibrate in my shorts' pocket and quickly checked who was calling me. The iPhone display blinked showing 'Selena' was calling. "Hey, Selena." – "Hi Justin, I heard you're feeling better. I came to the hospital once, but… you were asleep." Why did she make it sound so awkward? – "Umm yeah I guess I was asleep most of the time. No one told me you were there though. Someone could've woken me up." – "Oh I guess it was better for you to let you sleep. Anyway do you want to go have dinner tomorrow? After all I am your 'girlfriend'." She laughed. – "Yeah, let's meet. Let's be boyfriend and girlfriend!" – "Justin! Stop with the sarcasm. We're both in this situation and we have to try and handle it the best we can." She had a point. I mean, it wasn't like we hadn't had a conversation like this before. – "I know. I'm sorry. The usual place then?" – "No, let's go somewhere else, unless of course you want to have everything on camera. I'm sure the paparazzi would love it." – "Oh god, no." – "Exactly I'll look for a nice place and text you tomorrow. 'Last minute'- style." – "Alright 'babe', bye!" I burst into laughter. – "Jay! … Whatever, bye." She sounded just a touch annoyed.

After I spent a couple of hours lounging around, Pattie told me to get ready. I quickly got changed and put a comb through my hair. I looked at myself closely in the mirror, I knew it was me, but I looked different. I was pale and looked tired even though I was feeling like it at all. Was the accident still affecting me so much?

Pattie came into the bathroom and smiled at me. "It's time to go." She indicated for me to come with her and I obeyed.

The press conference essentially consisted of me sitting beside Scooter and Pattie for roughly 10 minutes and smiling into the crowd of reporters and photographers, which might sound easy but with all the flashlights it can become quite strenuous. During those ten minutes Scooter read the press statement about my accident from a little note in front of him. After that he signaled for me to go and so Pattie and me left him to answer some of the questions the reporters had in stock for him.

"Hey Mum, can I go out for a bit? Just drive around? Look at the city, you know… I'd like to get some fresh air." We were nearly back at the hotel room, but I knew I needed a change of scenery, just for a bit. - "Justin, I don't think that's such a good idea. You just came back from hospital 2 days ago and I want you safe, with me." She looked very worried. – "Pleeeaaasee?" – "I said no." – "Oh c'mon!" – "Fine whatever, Justin. I'm not in the mood to argue. Don't you dare get into trouble and be back in an hour. I swear if you don't I'll ground you for the rest of your life!" She was clearly mad at me, just another reason to go out for a while. "Thanks, Mum! I love you!"

I immediately started running back to the elevator, just in case she suddenly decided to change her mind. It didn't take long until I got to my Range Rover. I slumped down in the driver's seat and turned up the music. I didn't know where to drive to unfortunately, but I knew I was hungry. I went to the closest place I knew that had decent food. It was an Italian restaurant/takeaway - nothing fancy but what the hell, I'm a teenager. I drove into the parking lot at the back of the restaurant and made my way to the restaurant shortly after until I heard shouting. "You're gonna do what I want you to!" I heard something – someone slamming against the ground behind me. "No, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Then I heard something that sounded awfully like someone getting kicked in the stomach. I heard someone gasp as I snuck my way over to the origin of the sound. I hid behind a car so I could see what was happening but not be seen by anyone. Then I saw what was happening – two boys fighting each other. One was tall and muscley the other a bit smaller and a lot thinner. The smaller boy was on the ground as the other picked him up. "Please, Marcus, just leave me alone." The smaller boys voice didn't sound as loud and demanding as it did before, I could hear the fear in it. Marcus slammed him against the restaurant wall. I heard a scream and noticed the more delicate boy was fighting back now, but not for long. He didn't have a chance. I had to help him.

"Hey – HEY! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I was now running towards them. – "Stay out of this!" Marcus growled. – "Get the fuck away from him!" I grabbed a stone lying on the ground and smashed it into the taller guys back. "Ah, what the fu-" I smashed my fist into his face just as he turned around. He stumbled back and before he got a chance to recover I kicked him in the groin. He quickly backed away. "You want some more?" I shouted at him. "No, fuck you made your point… This isn't worth it." He ran to a car on the other side of the lot and drove off.

I walked over to the other boy who was lying beside a car facing the ground. He wasn't moving. "Hey – hey, are you okay?" I was kneeling next to him. – "Does it look like I'm okay?" The boy pushed himself up, so he could lean on the car. I sat down beside him. "Should I take you to the hospital?" – "No… No, I'm going to be alright." I gently put my arm around him. "You sure? There's no need to act tough." His head was now resting on my chest and he moved his body closer to mine. I could feel him shivering. "Thank you." He whispered and turned to face me. That was the first time I actually got to see what his face looked like. He had dark brown hair and blue-gray eyes. There was blood dripping from his lip and I instinctively wiped it away. He smiled at me and I took his left hand into mine. Our fingers intertwined instantly. "I guess I'm your knight in shining armor… Sorry, that was a little cheesy, wasn't it?" I grinned at him.