Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 1I’m practically falling asleep in my bowl of cereal the next morning. I barely slept last night. Not surprising, I guess. In addition to my usual sleeping issues, I’m not used to the tour bus or its bed or any of the changes I’ve been forced to endure. Also, my Bieber senses were tingling all through the night, telling me that he was nearby, of course, and that I should thus be on the defense.Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 1 by JeticaForever
Speak of the devil. I look up to see Bieber, pants around his knees as usual, popping Sour Patch kids in his mouth. He sits down across from me at the table, which makes me cringe.
“You’re gonna get sick,” I say, shaking my head at his breakfast choice. “Again,” I add with a roll of my eyes, referring to his puke session on stage.
“Can you not bring that up,” Bieber asks, more of a statement rather than a question.
“I’m your number one anti-fan. It’s my job.” I take another mouthful of my Cheeri
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort PROLOGUE“Today has been the worst day of my life,” I write in my journal, though this probably would’ve been the best day of any other girl’s life. I put my face in my hands and sigh, wondering if a jump out the tour bus window would be enough to kill me. Jumping out the window of a moving bus and being Bieber’s “assistant” are two options that would result in my death, but the latter would certainly be a slow, painful, tortuous, undignified one.Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort PROLOGUE by JeticaForever
I hear a knock at my door and seriously consider the window idea.
“Hey, Jess, I need something.”
I get up, scowling. I hate my mother, I hate my friends, I hate everyone here, and most of all I hate the popalicious twerp standing outside my door when I open it.
“I told you not to call me that.”
Bieber smirks. Wait, maybe not all hope is lost. If I could push HIM out the window—
“Come on, I’m trying to help you out,” he says with a flip of his growing hair. The ac