Love and Hate

Just another day in school with my two friends. I only have two, but I have an enemy. I used to have many friends, but that was before I broke up with him, as he says. But the truth is he broke up with me. I don't even like to say his name, but I will this once. Justin. Justin Bieber.

A/N: I have nothing against Justin Bieber or Selena Gomez. I was going to write a story like this anyway. I don't mean to make anyone hate me. Sorry.
Her= Selena Gomez
Him= Justin Bieber


4. Chapter 4


The final bell goes off, and I race out of the room. When I get to my locker, Bret is waiting for me.

"You okay?" He asks me.

"Yeah. Fine." But nothing was even okay.

*30 minutes ago*

"Today I will assign you a partner and a topic for a report you will do." Mr. Brox said. I tuned him out until I heard him start to assign people and topics.

"Jason Brown and Whitney Une with-" I didn't hear the rest, until my name came up.

"Star Joson and Justin Bieber wi-" He didn't get to finish because we both shot up and screamed "What?!" at the same time.

"Look, I know you guys have had some differences in the past, but I put you two together to help. You guys will doing your report on Pyrimids and tomb raiders of Ancient Egypt." I was numb with shock. If he knew we hated each other, why would he put us together? I just sat there until He came up to me.

"Here's my number, unless you still have it. Call me when the report's done." He said. Now I was angry.

"Hey, Justin! Get back here!" I yelled as he walked away. Wait, did I just say his name?! Ugh! He stoped, turned, and walked back to me till he was only inches from my face.

"What do you want loser?" He breathed.

"You-you" I couldn't get the words out. A smirk appeared on his face.

"I thought so."

"You have to help me." I mumbled.

"No, I don't." He whispered.

"Yes, you do." I said with more confidence this time.

"But Star, I don't want to do it. Can't a smart doll like you do it yourself." He said smiling. Doll?! Now I was really mad at Him.

"Don't call me doll. And don't think you can just flash me a smile, and I'll melt, just like I used to. You can't always gt what you want, pretty boy." I said getting a sudden burst of energy at the end. "So here's my number, unless you still have it, and call me tonight, so we can start. And I know you still have my number." I whispered the end, flashed him a fake smile and sat down. He looked at me, shocked. He did something next that I should have expected, he slaped me right across my face. But it didn't hurt as bad as it used to, because for once, I kinda deserved it. But I still hated this whole thing.

(Back to where we left off)


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