As Long As You Love Me

Bad boy Justin needs to be taught a lesson. So his teachers come up with a plan and pairs him off with the best behaved girl in school for a school assignment! What happens when sparks fly between them? Will Justin and Selena admit their feelings to each other?


9. Electric Touches and Guilt


Selena's POV


I stared out the window of the plane and felt Justin's eyes digging holes into the back of my head. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore, so I turned to look at him.


"What do you want? Have I got something on my back?" I asked him, feeling irritated and a bit self conscious. Justin just smirked at me and clasped his hands behind his head.


"So, you think I have a handsome face and a panty-dropping smile huh?" He chuckled, raising his eyebrows at me. I immediately blushed and turned my face away from his so he couldn’t see my beet red face.


"What? No of course not, why would I say that…" I stammered trying to look anywhere but his shining honey brown eyes.


Justin cupped my chin using his thumb and forefinger and gently forced me to look into his eyes.


Gosh, his eyes are so pretty. What Selena? Snap out of it!


"Hey it's okay, you don’t have to feel embarrassed about it," I opened my eyes and looked into his bright brown pair and I could actually see sincerity in them. His gorgeous eyes somehow made me feel better and the rest of the world seem distant.


I nodded, dazed, and he chuckled softly and looked away. This was so unfair. Was he even aware of how dazzling his eyes were? And only his eyes, mind you. He's still annoying as hell. And that last sentence proved me right.


"Because all the girls seem to feel that way about me," He continued with a smug smile, all the sincerity in his eyes gone. I huffed out a breath and pushed his hand away from me. Once a smug bastard, always a smug bastard.


I turned the music up high, to block out my thoughts of Justin, but no matter how hard I tried to think of something else, my mind kept going back to Justin: his hand forcing me to look at him; his eyes sparkling with laughter, his gorgeous mouth puckering into an annoyed frown or a sexy smirk; his stunning face twisting when something irritated him, his Adam's apple bobbing; his muscular arms showing through his flattering tops… just him.


So I let my imagination run wild. I fell into a deep slumber imagining his strong arms around me, pulling me into his lap, his lips on my neck, whispering sweet nothings in my ear… And somewhere, far, far away, a guitar played a soft tinkling melody, comforting me, telling me that everything would turn out okay. In the end.



Justin's POV


I watched as Selena slept, her head falling onto my shoulder. I stiffened for a second before relaxing.

 The moment her head landed on my shoulder, an electric current flooded through me, making my skin tingle and my spine shiver. As if, like her head was made to be rested against my shoulder. But what did all this mean? Shaking these thoughts out of my confused mind, I leaned my head on hers, and soon, sleep came over me.


I woke up a few hours later, hearing the captain announce that the plane was going to land in fifteen minutes. Just as I was about to shake Selena awake, I heard her say my name.


"Justin…" She muttered, turning her head into my shoulder. Thinking she was awake already, I replied her.


"Hey, we're landing soon," But I got no reply. I looked down at her and saw that she was still asleep, her perfect pink lips pouting slightly.


Wait what am I thinking? Her lips aren't perfect! They aren't and they never will be.


Repeating this in my head, I cautiously shook her awake.


"Mmm, how long have I been out?" She groaned, stretching her arms above her, exposing a bit of skin where her shirt lifted up. My eyes flickered to that bit of smooth silky skin there, but quickly snapped my eyes up back to meet hers.


"Only about 3 hours," I answered her. "The plane is landing soon."


She just nodded and turned her head out the window, once again.


Just as we've stepped into the airport in Italy, Selena turned to me and said, "Hey, can you please hold my bags for me? I really need to use the bathroom."


"Sure, I'll wait for you here." I told her, taking her bags from her, my fingertips lightly grazing hers. Once again, the electricity was back and I quickly jerked my hand back. Selena looked shocked, but quickly recovered.


"Umm, can you please walk me over there, and wait outside?" She asked, biting her lip.


I frowned and looked at her. "Why? I'm not your slave or anything, you can't tell me what to do."


"But if you don't come with me, some pervert might come and kidnap me." She feigned horror.


"Er… no offense, but I don't think even a pervert would pay any attention to you." I turned my nose up at her. "Although, to be honest, I wouldn't mind if they did."


For a split second, Selena looked dejected – hurt – and I felt guilty. The girl that everyone was nasty to just because she got good grades never got her feelings hurt. She always just argued with people, stuck up for herself. Selena was a teachers pet, but she was by no means shy… wait. I felt guilty? No I didn't. Don't look at me like that. I never feel guilty. Not even when I torched the science block in ninth grade. Not even when I threw paper balls at students' heads. Not even when thousands upon thousands of girls ran away from me bawling their eyes out when I broke up with them. So why should I feel guilty because one inadequate girl got her feelings hurt?


"Well… I'll go myself then," she said finally, her face bright again, but the happiness didn't quite reach her beautiful brown eyes… no! Dammit Justin! Not beautiful. Selena Gomez is not beautiful. Not even her chocolate brown eyes.


She looked around and then turned, heading for the restrooms. Without thinking, I picked up her bags and mine and followed her.


"Okay fine I'll come with you" I said from behind her, making her jump.


She slapped my arm. "Don't do that!"


I didn’t answer but continued to walk behind her, making sure she didn’t leave my sight.


"What are you doing?" she demanded.


"You said you wanted me to come with you to the bathroom, and wait for you outside."


"Well you made yourself pretty clear that you didn’t want to." She sniffed, her voice cracking slightly. Guilt cursed through me.


"Look, I didn’t mean that…" I started, walking in front her, trying to get her to look into my eyes.


"Whatever Justin. I hate you, you hate me remember? Let's keep it like that." She declared, before stepping around me and into the ladies' restroom.


I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. Why must girls be so frustrating?

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