Teachers Pet

Brooklyn Pierce newest history teacher at Temps Valley High School.

Justin Bieber 16 year old student.

Affair. Love. Heartbreak. Drama.

"I just wanna love you right,

let me do some things you like,

let me please your body like you never did, is that alright?

I just wanna kiss you up, down, up, down.



16. I'm turning out like him.

Brooklyn Pierce (POV)


Laying in bed, i had check the time on my alarm clock on the beside table which read 12:30am. I couldn't sleep, my mind was racked with thoughts of what happened at school today, or should i say yesterday. Sam beat Justin's mum, i just couldn't believe my ears. I know Sam and Justin had problems with each other, but never in a million years would i have thought he would have beaten Justin's mum. I wanted to hug Justin, tell him everything's going to be okay, but he hates me. 


I sighed to myself in frustration and pulled the covers over my head. I just want to curl up into a ball and die. I really care about Justin and the thought of him hating me just makes me crazy. We've been through a lot these past months. He's the first guy that's made me feel special since i started here, maybe he's even taught me how to love again. I'm not sure if i love him, love is a strong word and should only be said if you truly mean it. I just hope that if this baby turns out to be Justins that he would want to be a better person, this baby could completley change him into the guy i know he want's to be. 




Scanning the teachers lounge, i was hoping not to bump into Sam, he's the last person i wanted to see right now. I grabbed a mug and made a cup of tea. 


"Morning sunshine." Jenny beamed as she walked into the lounge. 


I smiled a little. "Morning." 


Leaning her elbows on the counter infront of me, Jenny kept on smiling. "And how are we this morning? Any morning sickness?" 






I was curious to know where he was, i normally see him in here. "Where's Sam?" 


Jenny knitted her eyesbrows together and scanned the room. "I don't know. He's normally in here by now isn't he?" 




I decided to ask the principal where he was, i don't know why i'm so curious. I don't care where he is, but still. 


I knocked on the principals door. "Come in." I heard from the other side of the door. 


Turning the door handle, i stepped in and greeted the principal with a warm, but shakey smile. "Morning." 


"Good morning Brooklyn, what can i do for you?" the principal asked as he leaned back on his chair. 


"What's happened with Sam?" i asked knitting my eyebrows together. 


"He's been suspended, just until he sorts things out." 


"Oh." I was kind of relieved that he has been suspended so that i won't have to deal with him. "Okay.." I didn't know what else to say. What else is there to say? When will he be back? I really don't care. 


After leaving the principals office, i walked towards my classroom, but stopped once i saw Justin stood at his locker. He was just staring into his locker, frozen like he had just seen a ghost or something. 


"Justin?" I questioned as i walked towards him with a confused look on my face. Maybe he didn't hear me because he didn't respond when i called out his name. I tried again. "Justin?" 


Snapping out of his trance, Justin looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I could feel my heart break a little as he just stared into my eyes. "What's wrong?" I chocked out. 


"Nothing. I'm fine." He said giving me a weak smile. His eyes gave it away though, there was something wrong. 


"You don't look fine." 


Shutting his locker, Justin looked back at me, his expression less sad. "Just got a lot on my mind that's all. I'll be fine, i promise. I gotta go." He said as he brushed past me. 


What's going on with him? I stared at him as he walked down the corridoor and disapeared around the corner. Well that was very odd. What has got him so upset? I know he tried to convince me he was fine, but i could tell by his eyes that he wasn't. I was about to follow him when the school bell rang. I would have to find him later. 



Justin Bieber (POV)


I didn't want to tell Brooklyn that i was going to see my therapist today. I didn't want her to give me a spech on how this is good for me, i've heard it all before. I tried to hide the fact that i was upset, but i could tell she wasn't buying it. I just want to be left alone today, left alone with my thoughts. I havent seen my therapist in over a year, since then i've done some pretty fucked up things i wish i could take back. I know Hayley is going to ask me what i've been doing with my life and honestly, i don't know what to say. This past year has been a giant rollercoaster for me, but Brooklyn seem to take the edge off things. She made me feel better about myself, she made me believe i can be a better person. I want her to see me as a good person and not the person who flips out. I guess i'm just scared. Scared that i'm going to turn out like him. I've thought about that alot, worried that if me and Brooklyn ever get into an arguement that it will get to a point where i actually hit her. I won't turn out like him! 




Sat in Hayley's office, i was a little nervous. I fidgeted in the leather chair, lacing my fingers together. Hayley sat opposite me. She was holding a file with my name on the front in big bold letters. She grabbed her pen from her desk infront of her and then looked up at me. 


"So, Justin. Tell me about what's happened in your life since we last saw each other." She asked. 


I knew you was going to ask me that. 


Sighing to myself, i leaned back in the chair and stared up at the ceiling. "Alot of things have happened, things i'm not proud of." 


I could feel Hayley's eyes burning a hole in my face as she waited for me to continue. I gulped down hard. "I lost it, after i last saw you. People kept telling me what to do, how to control my anger, i just got fed up. I would go to clubs, get drunk, really drunk to the point where i can't even remember my own name. I needed to block out my thoughts and alcahol helped." i shrugged. 


I looked at Hayley as she scribbled down something on the file she had placed on her lap. She's writing this shit down. She then looked at me with curiousity in her eyes. "Please continue." She smiled. 


I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my legs as i let my hands hang over the side. "I... got into a lot of fights." I chocked. "I was so angry, i just wanted to make other people suffer. Using my fists was all i knew. I spent most nights in a jail cell, that didn't help. Locked in a quite room alone with your thoughts." I shook my head slowly as my eyes trailed down to the grey carpet. 


"What do you mean using your fists was all you knew?" Hayley questioned. 


The past is coming back, ready to bite me in the ass. "I'm turning out like him." I whispered, obviously i wasn't quite enough because Hayley leaned forward with her eyebrows knitted together, i could tell she wanted me to continue. Minutes went by, I tried to speak but i chocked. I couldn't get the words out. 


"Why do you think you react the way you do? Where has this anger come from?" Hayley asked breaking the silence. 


I bit down on my bottom lip, I wish i kept my mouth shut. My eyes wondered around the room, i looked everywhere except at Hayley. 


"Take your time." Hayley said softly. 


At this moment i wanted to run out the room and never come back. Why the fuck did i just say that? I'm turning out like him. FUCK! Why didn't i just keep my mouth fucking shut! 


Hayley set her pen down ontop of the file and set it to one side. "You need to talk about this Justin, whatever is bothering you, you need to let it out. it helps with the process of getting your life back together." 


Talking about it just make's it worse, trust me. I thought as i put my head in my hands. 


"Justin, how can i help you if you wont tell me your problems?"


I ran my fingers through my hair and tugged hard at the ends. I was screaming on the inside, i just wanted to punch everything in site. I took a few deep breathes and finally looked at Hayley who was sat there staring at me with a worried look on her face. C'mon Justin, it's now or never... 


"I was 8 years old" I gulped hard. "My dad... me and him were like bestfriends, we did everything together, he taught me how to ride a bike, how to tie my shoe lace, all that shit." I could feel my palms getting sweaty. I haven't told anyone about this, not even my own mum. I don't really know why i'm telling Hayley, but i knew i had to get it out before it's to late. 


I felt like breaking down. I could hear my voice shaking. "One day, my mum was at work. My dad was fixing his car, i was helping him out. I didn't know what i was doing though, i was only 8." I shrugged as my knees started to shake. "I accidentally broke the car antenna. My dad got angry and started shouting at me then....." I trailed off. I squeezed my eyes shut remembering back to that day like it was yesterday. 


"It's okay, Justin." Hayley spoke softly. 


I liked my lips and found the strength to carry on. "He hit me with the car antenna." That memory haunts me every day. My dad was a kind guy, he treated my mum like a queen and treated me like a dad should treat a son, but that day he completley changed. I experienced the real him. Holding back the tears i could feel surfacing, i continued. "He kept hitting and hitting, over and over. I screamed for him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was scared to leave my room, everytime my dad came near me i would jump out of my skin thinking he was going to hit me with the car atenna. It didn't stop there though. He started drinking, he would stay out late. When he came home, my mum would be asleep so he would sneak into my room...." I can still hear his footsteps slowly stumbling up the stairs. "He would beat me, he covered my mouth so my mum wouldn't be able to hear my screams. He took his anger out on me and to this day i still don't know why." I shrugged. 


The memories were playing over in my mind like a horror movie which i couldn't switch off. "He beat me to the point where i would pass out. I tried to tell my mum, but i was scared of what my dad might do if she found out. I'd rather he hit me than my mum. This continued on for about 2 years until he decided he had enough of me and my mum. He just left. He made me feel like we were nothing." I could feel the tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, but i didn't care. "I don't know why he took his anger out on me, he's left me with scars that i have to look at everytime i take a shower or spot myself in the mirror. A year after he left, i found myself turning out like him. I would hit my bestfriends, i put Chaz in hospital once. We were arguing, it was stupid though. Arguing over a stupid video game and i just snapped. He covered for me though, he lied to the police and nurse's, saying he fell down the stairs. I didn't deserve that. He didn't need to stick up for me for what i done to him. My anger just continued to get worse to the point where i thought this was the way of life. Just using your fits, that's all my dad taught me." I looked over at Hayley. She was taken back by all of this, the shocked looked on her face made me wince. 


She coughed a little and tried to find her words. "Erm, wow. That's awful, Justin. I'm sorry that happened to you. Have you told anyone else this?" She asked, her voice filled with worry.


Shaking my head slowly, i looked down to the carpet and wiped away my tears. 


"Why didn't you tell me this last year?" 


"Scared i guess. I didn't think i was strong enough to talk about it, but now i am." 


"Did you ever go to the police about him?" 


"No. If i go to the police, that means this would all go to court, meaning i would have to see him again. I don't ever wanna see him again for as long as i live." The sadness had washed out of me and anger started to build. "He's scum! I hope he rotts in hell!" I snapped. 


"Okay, Justin. Just calm down. Don't get yourself worked up. Remember why you're here, you want to be a better person. You don't want to turn out like your father." 


"Can we just move on please?" I asked as i looked up at her once again. She nodded her head slowly and grabbed the pen from her lap scribbling more stuff into the file. 


I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I talked about my dad abusing me which made me feel better. I held that secret in for so long it was nice to finally let it out.


"What's made you come here today? Why did you want to become a better person?" She asked.


My mum and Brooklyn popped into my mind and i felt myself relax for the first time since being in this room. "My mum came to my school yesterday. I got into trouble with one of the teachers. Before yesterday, i hadn't seen her for over a year. It was good seeing her again, she told me i needed help and i listened for the first time. All the things that happened with my dad, happened to her with the teacher. He beat her, i couldn't control my anger when i was around him. But, she told me she's stronger now, she can handle him. Which made me want to be stronger. I want to be strong for her. I want her to be proud of me. I also want to be strong for Brooklyn." I trailed off.


Hayley rested her hands in her lap as she smiled a little. "Whose Brooklyn?"


I couldn't help but smile a little when talking about her. "She's this girl i've been seeing, well, we've broke up... but i want to make things right between us. She makes me feel better, she makes me want to be a better person. She's ... pregnant, but she doesn't know if the baby is mine, that's one of the reasons why we split. I don't blame her, we werent together when she slept with the other guy." I shrugged. "But, if it is mine, i want to be there for it. Give it everything i never had." 


I smiled as i bit down on my bottom lip. "Brooklyn's the first person i think about in the mornings, she's my last thought at night, she make's me smile and laugh. I think she could be the one.." I was sure of my words.



Brooklyn Pierce (POV) 


Finally i was home. Today was a long day. It was nice not having Sam there to bug me though. The thing that bothered me today was Justin's attitude. The way he looked at me with those sad eyes. I didn't see him for the rest of the day and when i tried to find him after school, he had already gone. I just hope he's okay. 


Slipping out my clothes, i changed into my pj's and tied my hair into a messy bun. I just need to relax. Being pregnant is no picnic. Having to pee every 5 minutes, feeling the urge to puke everytime i smell food. Making my way into the living room, i stopped once i heard a knock at the door. I sighed to myself as i walked over to the door. Can't i just have some peace? 


Opening the door, i froze once i saw who was standing infront of me. I could feel my heart beating faster, my palms were getting sweaty. I wanted to die right now. "Tyler...."



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