Trust Issues. Ch.1 -New-

   "Let go of me, Ben!" I screamed in my ex's face outside of school just ending. I tried to get out of his grasp.
   "It meet nothing, Baby. She's just a whore." He got closer with his strong body.
   "No! We're threw you asshole! You choose to fuck a 'whore' instead of me!" I pushed him, but he didn't budge as he tried kissing me.
   "Come on, Chelsea!" He grabbed my hips.
   "No! No! No!" I kept hitting him in the chest.
   "She said 'let go.'" My best friend Matt walked up to us and gripped Ben's arm.
   "Butt out, Matty." Ben mocked him. Matt pounded one right in his two-timing face and crouched down to Ben crying like a baby on the floor.
   "Touch her again and you'll wish you never been born. Got that, Cheater?" Matt gave Ben a smirk.
   "Yeah. Yeah. I got it, Man." Ben got up fast , backed up and ran.
   "I could of handled that, Matt." I fixed my shirt acting cool.
   "Oh I could see that. You're welcome." He rolled his eyes and rapped his arm around my neck and squeezed, walking to his car.
   I've never really had great relationships. Everyone has turned out to be either him cheating on me or breaking up with me for some other girl and if it wasn't that it was him turning out to be someone their not. I have the biggest trust issues you have ever seen someone have and I can tell you right now that it takes me a while to actually trust even a girl let alone a guy. Matt's the only guy I really trust. I've never meet my dad and I knew I never would when he died when I was 8 so that counts out him.
   "You OK?" Matt put his hands threw his hair as he drove his beautiful Shelby Mustang. His dad's job was the managers of many famous singers and his mother was a designer. Out of all my friends, Matt was the richest and of course it has its advantages, but I love him for other reasons of course. He's an amazing best friend and the only person who really understands me. My mom was to busy with work being a designer and everything to know very much about me. My mom and Matt's worked together. We weren't pretty bad on money either. Of course I have lots of other friends just not like Matt.
   "I'm fine. Just another one that turned out to be the biggest douche of the century." I rested my head on my hand of the windowsill in the car as I looked out the window to the beautiful L.A. scenery. I loved it here just not at the moment.
   "I'm sorry, Chelsea," He rubbed my shoulder, "You'll find the best guy for you out there someone day who will treat you like a princess. I'm SO sure of it."
   I snorted, "That's funny, because I've heard that before and it's totally happened."
   "You're an amazing girl and some great guy will fall for you someday. You just have to keep waiting. You're only 17. You sure you don't want me to chill with ya." He turned the corner towards my house.
   "I'm fine. Thank you and thank you for what you did. I don't know what I'd do without you, Bro."
   "Welcome, bro." He laughed and drove up to my house. "Here you go, Princess."
   "Ha ha thanks." I rolled my eyes, blew him a kiss and opened the car door.
   "Feel better!" He yelled out the window and I waved.
   Once I got inside, nobody was home of course so I ran upstairs, threw my backpack down in my room, and looks in the mirror. My long brown hair fell down past my chest and curled. I rubbed my skinny hips where Ben squeezed me. They hurt along with long with my baby blue eyes that looked hurt too. I noticed my mascara was messed up so I fixed it. I jumped on my bed and sighed. "What's wrong with me? What am I doing wrong?" I wondered out loud to myself while turning over to turn on the radio to If I Were a Boy by Beyonce came on. I shook my head and changed it after a minute to Justin Bieber. He was my relaxing music choice. Justin was my life, because he gives me hope for my dreams in the future and to me he's just absolutely perfect, but all guys are the same right? So most likely not.
   I got out my homework from my backpack and started it. So much stress in school does not help my sanity. I looked around my room in boredom and procrastination. I smiled and shook my head at all my Justin Bieber posters. Of course they weren't all just Justin. There was some Drake, Adele, Beyonce, The Maine, etc. "Ohhhh I need help... Or not." I sighed and decided I get food from down stairs.
   I grabbed a bunch of junk food, grabbed the remote from the couch and jumped on the couch. All I needed was food. It was my comfort help. I saw Justin on the TV and smiled. It was sad, but to admit it, I couldn't help it.
   The entertainment news announcer of the news in a red dress suit with Justin on the screen behind her. "Justin Bieber is having his special concert tomorrow night at the Nokia Theater here in L.A. for Stevie Wonder's House of Toys Benefit including Drake. He seems to be getting busy with his new album that came out a little while ago, Under The Mistletoe."
   "Not way!" I yelled out loud to no one. I wanted to go so bad when I got a call from my mom and little did I know, it was the best timing. "Hey mom."
   "You home? Oh my god. You WON'T believe it." She was in Paris for a fashion show. I could here people in the background.
   "Yeah. Why what's up?" I ate my chips.
   "You're going to go see Stevie Wonder, Justin Bieber, and Drake at the Nokia tomorrow." I couldn't believe her words she was right.
   "SHUT UP! OH MY GOD I JUST SAW THAT ON T.V.!"
   "Yeah, you're going. I just thought it would be a good Christmas gift and you've been so good with your grades. I'm working anyway. Best mom ever right? I know."
   "YES! Best in the universe."
   "I'll have one of my drivers in L.A. pick you up. You just call when it's done," I heard shuffling in the background. "Oh crap! Outfit malfunction. Number for the drivers on the desk. Love you!" She hung up before I could say I love you back.
   "This totally made my day" I ran around the room and blasted the radio and started dancing to Work Out by J. Cole. until I heard a knock on the door.
   I turned down the radio and looked out the peep hole to some hot guy standing on my porch.
   "Hey, I'm Bryce, Your new next door neighbor. I just wanted to come by and meet you." He smiled his pearly whites and as his blonde hair shinned in the light. He looked skinny but strong, just tall enough and had the prettiest blue eyes.
   "Well hi there. I'm Chelsea." I looked him up and down in awe and smiled my ass off. This hunk moved in next to me?
   "Nice to meet you. Beautiful name. I hope this isn't too forward, but you're gorgeous." He smiled his beautiful smile again.
   "Oh pshhh." I could feel my face was getting hot and I knew I was blushing.
   "Well I have to get going, but we should talk sometime. Can I have your number maybe?" I couldn't believe it. Him talking asking me for my number, but he's probably just like the rest of them.
   "I'm sorry, but I barely know you." I chuckled.
   "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. Well if you ever want to hang. I live next door." He kissed my hand, smiled and left back to his house.
   "Damn. Well I feel better." I shut the door to my house.