-Riya's Point Of View-
The rest of the drive was pretty much silent, except for the occasional singing along to a song I, well actually, we knew. I could tell Justin was completely uncomfortable about the whole scenario, just by the way he was gripping the steering wheel, and the facial expressions he would make when a song came on. I sat there, just looking out the window, not wanting to look at him. Talk to him. Anything of the sort. It was awkward enough, I didn't want to blurt anything out.
We pulled up in front of a huge hotel, and I looked at him, my expression shocked.
"She's staying.... here?" I asked, as I pointed to the giant hotel in front of us. Justin looked at me, really looked at me, and half smiled.
"Well she's Selena Gomez... She doesn't stay in motels." He answered finally, and I rolled my eyes.
"Let's just go inside already." I said, about to open the door, but Justin grabbed my arm.
"You can't just walk out of /my/ car, expecting absolutely /nothing/ happened. You're gonna get attacked, without me." He paused to wink, "So, let me get out first."
I blinked at him, and then sat back down all the way. "Okay, Mr. Fame." I mumbled, and he chuckled a bit. He opened the door, and stepped out cautiously. He shut his door silently, and then waked over to my side, and opened it.
"We got about two minutes to run inside before screaming girls blow our eardrums," He said quickly, and I rose an eyebrow, and he grabbed my wrist without a warning. We jolted into the hotel as fast as we could, and we got inside breathless.
"Woo, that's a record." Justin panted, and I laughed. I actually laughed. When Justin looked at me, I made a swift motion to cover my mouth. I stopped laughing, and looked at him seriously, "So, um, where's Selena?" I asked him, and he looked around the lobby, and then back at me.
"Follow me." He said quietly, and he turned around, and started to walk towards a room that had a darker colored door then all the rest, and a little number pad. He punched in four numbers, and I giggled.
"Is she some sort of secret agent?" I asked him, and he gave me a look.
"No, it has a code so crazies don't get in here. Duh," He said, as the heavy black door opened slowly. The room was actually really nice. The walls were painted beige, and there was a black leather couch on the north wall, and a flat screen T.V across from it. In a corner there was a pool table, and an air hockey table, all of which, were vacant. The T.V was on, and Selena was sitting, watching the T.V, her phone in her hand.
I tried to keep my cool, not wanting to explode and scream, "OH MY GOD IT'S SELENA GOMEZ!", but of course, I wanted to. Selena soon noticed us, well, more Justin then me, and she smiled.
"Hey, babe!" She squealed, and she ran to hug Justin. Justin smiled and hugged her back, and Selena kissed him quickly. I looked away, I should've known this would be awkward. I felt jealousy churn inside my stomach, but I knew not to say anything.
"You must be the ever popular, Riya." She said with her star perfect smile, and I gave her my Hi-I'm-A-Small-Town-Girl-From-Canada-Who-Can-Eat-A-Whole-Tub-Of-Cookie-Dough-Faster-Then-You-Can-Say-Cheese smile. Or in other words, my Riya smile. "That's me... And I didn't know I was popular.." I said, as we shook hands, and I looked over at Justin. He gave small shrug and a weak smile, and I sneered at him.
"Well, he talks about you, and how you guys were good friends when you were younger." She said, still smiling away. That's when the light bulb turned on. My eyes averted over to Justin, and I smirked.
"You didn't tell her?" I asked him, and he looked at me, lost.
"Tell her what?" He asked, utterly confused.
"About what happened when we were thirteen." I said, and his confuse look faded into a Don't-You-Dare look.
"No." He answered, still giving me the look I knew well.
"Tell me what?" Selena asked the both of us, and I looked over at her with an evil/sweet smile.
"Oh, Justin cheated on me the day before he left for Atlanta!" I said, way overly to enthusiastic. Selena's smile faded, and she glared over at Justin.
"You cheated on her? Her? With who?" She asked him, placing her hands on her hips. Justin looked from me to her, and backed away slowly.
"N-Not exactly...!" He said, and I frowned.
"What do you mean, "not exactly?" Bull ****." I said, and Selena looked at me, and then at Justin.
"You aren't cheating on /me/, are you?" She asked him, and she gave him a puppy dog look. Justin frowned and shook his head quickly, and grabbed her hand.
"No! Why would I cheat on you? You're too beautiful and sweet for that." He said, and she giggled, and they kissed. Again. I rolled my eyes and sat down on the couch Selena had been sitting on before.
I looked at Justin and Selena, whom were making out like there was no tomorrow, and then at the place where Selena had been sitting before we showed up.
I smile evilly, and picked it up, and I snuck a look at them, making sure they weren't looking. I looked at her screen, and saw something I shouldn't have. I clicked on "Recent Messages", and looked through the contacts list.
Jake was the first one on the list, and I pressed the "OK" button, to look at the messages. Yeah, I felt horrible about snooping through /the/ Selena Gomez's messages, but I was too mad and jealous to care. I wouldn't do this normally. When all the messages loaded, I began to read them.
Heyy, babe, we still goin' out tonight?
No, Justin wants me to meet some chick. Sorry, Jakey.
Aw, but babe, i had special plans
well, i don't Justin to suspect anything...
tomorrow night sound good?
Yeah, baby, nothin' goin' on tomorrow night all yours
Then I threw her phone back down on the couch, and covered my mouth with my hands to keep my jaw from hitting the ground. Selena was cheating on Justin? What a b.itch! I can't believe, all these years, I'd been looking up to some lying and cheating tramp. I glared at her, even though she was still making out with Justin.
She was not going to get away with this.
Okay, I like Selena Gomez a bit LoOl, just thought I'd clear that up.
I just needed to do that for this story.