Back to Canada

Anna had always been that nerdy girl from Canada. The girl with the glasses, the boring clothes and the perfect grades. Everyone remebered her as that girl. But when she returns to her old school, nobody realises it's her. Is it her new start, or is it just the same life over again? And what happends when Justin Bieber, who was the worst of all in the past, invites her to his party? What happends if she goes? ...


11. ~ ChristelBerry ~

Anna's P.O.V.

Weeks have gone by now, and we have'nt talked. But I did'nt care. All I was here for, was finishing my year here as Rachel Summers. Nothing more. I could'nt let anything get in my way from that goal. If I just let my guard fall once, my life would be ruined all over again. And I'm not kidding or overeacting. Some things, we just know. I sighted deep, searching for my biology book, when someone covered my eyes from behind.

"Guess who?" He teased. I smiled big, and hugged him. Christopher. He had been so nice to me, since the party. And he was really good company. "Hey Christy" I teased. He rolled his eyes and smiled. "Hey Rasberry" He answered back.

I know what you think, but no. We're just friends. And I think he wanted to keep it that way. But nicknames are okay? :) We were'nt big fans of our own nicknames, but loved what we called eachother, so there's no name changing here.

"I got you something ..." He said, and hid it behind his back. My eyes got wide. "Don't waste your money on me Chris!" I said, and gently slapped his arm. He chuckled.

"Don't worry, I did'nt buy you an engagement ring or something" He calmed me down with those words. I smiled weakly.

"I'm gonna slap you again, if it's expensive" I warned him, and we both smiled.

"Close your eyes?" He said. I got the 'What?'-look on my face.

"Was that an order or a question?" I teased.

He chuckled. "It was an order, with a 'pretty please??' behind"

He got those beautiful and cute puppyeyes on. I aww'd. Who could stand that cute face? I did as he told, and he went behind my back and I suddenly felt something around my neck.

"Okay, look now" He said.

When I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw a beautiful necklace that said: 'ChristelBerry'. I aww'd. It actually sounded like a couple name, but I did'nt mind. I'm suprised how he had smashed both our names and nicknames together.

"You're so cute Chris. Thank you." I smiled big and hugged him. We both stood there, with big smiles on our faces. We did'nt mind anyone else in the hallway and the moment just felt ... Perfect. But in like every perfect moment, someone or something, has to ruin it. And Bieber did a really good job at screwing this moment up.

"Who's this?" An annoyed and clearly mad voice said, but I knew the owner at the second, he opened his mouth. Justin Bieber.

Chris and I pulled out of the hug. I sighted, pissed and annoyed.

"Justin, this is my friend Chris. He's in college. That's why you have'nt seen him here before"

Justin got very quiet, while I saw something that looked like jealousi rush up in his eyes. Chris is my friend!? Why get jealous!?

"Well ... I gotta go ..." Chris mumbled. No Chris stay ... But I knew he could'nt. So we said goodbye and I saw him disappear. I then looked pissed off at Justin.

"What the Hell was that for!?" I yelled at him. He just kept starring at my neck. I slowly got nervous.

"What? ..." I asked, before I slowly touched the place where his eyes were and felt the necklace. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe you ..." I said coldly, and left him. I know this was a big risk to take, since he could hate me for it, but that was just not okay. He had been ignorring me since the kiss and now he cares? When I talk to another guy!? Not okay.


We only had three classes left, and right now, a short break. But he did'nt let me skip the drama. When I was out of the classroom, he pulled me into the janitors closet.

"What the heck Justin!?" I yelled in his face. He rolled his eyes.

"Tell me!" He yelled. I looked confused at him. "Tell me, why you're so pissed off about that ONE kiss!" He yelled in my face. I crossed my arms. Okay, he wanted to know ... Fine ... I sighted, and looked down really ashamed. "I'm 'pissed off', because- ..."

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