Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 10Nice, Scooter. Real nice. Sacrifice me to go tell sick and moody Bieber about the coming week. I may have come up with the plan but you're the manager! I don't want to be in the same vicinity as the little twerp any more than I already have to!Punishment by Pop Star The Joint Effort CHAPTER 10 by JeticaForever
Overruled. I knock on Bieber's door knowing that this isn't gonna go well. I hear him sigh, followed by coughing again. He'd probably benefit from some cough syrup this time but I don't think he can be trusted with it. I'll take his cough as a "Come in." I open the door, prepared to lock it behind me in order to keep him contained after I drop the bomb, but instead I'm the one who throws a fit and wants to get out [more than I already do].
"Oh, good LORD!" I exclaim, wishing I could unsee Bieber sprawled on top of his covers in only a pair of purple boxers. "Put some clothes on!"
"It's too HOT," Bieber complains while brushing his bangs back.
"NO," I correct him, shaking my head and throwing some clothes on the floor at him, "YOU'RE hot!—A
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 9I watch Bieber performing through a slit in the curtain as I'll be needed after he finishes this song. By now I practically know the dance steps by heart after helping him at rehearsals so many times, so I easily pick up that his movements are slightly off-time and more exaggerated than they should be. I furrow my brows. (That's weird.) I sigh impatiently. (Whatever.)Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 9 by JeticaForever
Alright and Bieber should be coming off the stage in 3...2...1. Here he is. As he comes closer I see that he's pale and his cheeks are red, and I notice that he's breathing rapidly. I hate to admit it, but I have to give him a lot of credit for jumping around out there for hours and then just waltzing backstage not out-of-breath or fatigued or anything. I don't know how he does it. That's why this is very unusual.
"You okay?" I ask, not like I'm concerned or anything.
I think he tries to offer a "yeah" but all that comes across is half a head-nod, and it's not very convincing. I don't care what's wrong and that he's tryin
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 8I hit the button on my phone to see that it's too early to get up and start carrying out my "duties" but too late to really go back to sleep. I sigh tiredly and decide to turn on the TV. A news station appears on the screen, but I'd much rather see some cartoons or something right now. I'm about to change the channel when I hear the infamous name of my "mentee."Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 8 by JeticaForever
"Justin Bieber passed out before going onstage two nights ago but insisted that the show must go on."
Did I hear that right? Because that didn't happen.
"The pop star is now battling migraines and a sore throat. Will this affect his tour? Will his persevering attitude make up for the scandal of—"
I've heard enough. I get dressed and head to Bieber's room. He's going to be even more of a pain today if he doesn't feel well so I better start my day early—that is, if he's even sick. I knock on the door.
Doesn't sound like a voice with a sore throat to me. I march in to find the little twerp kicked-back on the
Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 7"Bieber!" I call, banging on his door. "Vocal lesson in five, let's go!"Punishment by Pop Star: The Joint Effort CHAPTER 7 by JeticaForever
I'd given him a 10-minute warning already but he still isn't out of his room. No one's seen him since the brawl over the newscast. Some of the crew tried to talk to him, but it was no use. I'm the only one still attempting to interact with him now. I'm not afraid of the temperamental little twerp, and I have a "job" to do.
Another five minutes pass, so it's back off to his door with a sigh. "Come on, Drew!" I smack the wood once more and make fun of Bieber's middle name. "Enough messing around!"
Still no answer. Maybe he's asleep. I try the doorknob and open the door, peeking my head in. Yep—lying on the bed curled up and facing the other way. I go all the way inside, prepared to shake him forcefully 'til he wakes up. However, the door ends up closing behind me. It makes a fairly loud sound and causes Bieber to jump. Oh, so he's been awake all this time and was just ignoring me. Well too bad because he has t