LIZETH P.O.V As I entered Stratford High School, all eyes were on me. I was use to it. Trust me I'm not popular. It's only because they think I'm a delinquent. I don't care though. I mean I guess I would think the same thing if someone else were in my place. It gets confusing at times though. I mean I wonder why I get treated like this. Well life's a bitch. After a few steps into the school all eyes were turned behind me. I was confused at first because I'm always being stared at no matter what. I myself decided to turn around. As soon as my eyes landed on what everybody was looking at, I soon regretted it. Right in front of me was the biggest man whore ever. Justin Drew Bieber. He practically slept with every girl in town. Except me. I would never let that thing touch me, let alone go near me. To say I hate him would be an understatement. I can't even stand him or his gang. Yup he's in a gang. It's called.... I don't even know what it's called. I never cared enough to learn the name. Justin wasn't always like this. He was caring and sweet. Know he fuck 8 girls a week. In the janitors closet. Disgusting I know right. I'm just glad I ain't any of those sluts who tries to get his attention. Anyways, once he notices me staring at him, he smirks and starts checking me out. I roll my eyes, and I guess he noticed because he starts walking up to me. With a frown. Once he was right in front of me he whispers: " Is there a problem?" I was not scared so I whisper back, " Yeah there is". He looks at me and asks: "What is it then?". I said, "You". He looked at me with anger. "Bitch I know you like me. Everybody does" he said out loud. "Since when did your sluts become everybody?" I asked out loud. "Ooo"s were heard all over in the hallway. He looked at me with a look that could kill. I just smirked and said: "I guess I won" and then I walked away with some sass. He definitely deserved that. He is a jerk anyway. I walked all the way to my locker and grabbed my History book. That was my first period class. I use to be in the honers classes, but that changed after my parents death. I was now in the regular classes. The saddest thing is about first period is that I have it with Justin Bieber. Most girl would be happy but not me. I'd rather die in a hole. Literally. Anyways when the school bell rang I was late for class.... again. As I stepped in my teacher, Mr. Ralio gave me another speech about why I had to be early for class for a good job in the future, and blah blah blah. It happens everyday so I usually zone out. He is like the most boringest teacher, so I usually fall asleep or I use my phone while he's talking. Right in the middle of his speech someone stumbles in. Of course it was Justin Bieber.