Farrah Jones is a good girl. She doesn't drink or swear, and has the appropriate number of sweater in her wardrobe. Farrah believes she's finally left behind her dark past, but when she moves away with to a foster home in Stratford, Ontario she meets her new best friend. Her path to a new beginning is challenged by Stratford Central Secondary School's Walking One-Night Stand. Justin Bieber, lean, cut, and tattoos, is exactly what Farrah wants- and needs- to avoid. He spends his days as the ultimate high school campus charmer. The moment he saw Farrah he saw something. Something beautiful. Something haunted. Something special. He tricks her into his everyday life, but if he wants to keep her in his life, he must overcome his demons and figure out hers.


9. Chapter Eight

               At the time he started singing more people began coming in. He had an amazing voice, I'm not going to lie. His voice was smooth. On the little time that I had while I wasn't waiting on customers I noticed that he sang with his eyes closed. He seemed to be singing his heart out. He sang covers of songs and then one I'd never heard before. 

               I didn't know the name of it.


              It was... sad. It ended but the next song flowed into the next. It was a more happier song. More upbeat. 

               I applauded at the end with the rest. Sandy, my co-worker who at least five years older than me, winked at me when she saw me grinning from ear to ear. 'Shut up' I mouthed to her. She shook her head, laughing. "I don't like him." I informed her. 

               "Oh please, there isn't any girl in the world who would NOT sleep with him if he just so much as smiled at her." 

               I shrugged. "They'd drop their underwear right then and there, wouldn't they?"

               "Would you?"

               "Ew! No."

               "Mhmm..." Sandy smirked, before she left to go home since her shift was home. I shook my head, but left the bar to go back to waiting on people. 


               At around nine, closing time came around. "Good night, Whispah!" I yelled. I texted Allie to come and pick me up at nine fifty and she still wasn't here. At nine twenty the restaurant closed and I sat outside. I thought about walking home but that would take a while. I finally decided it would just be easier. I called Diane to tell her I would be late. She said ok but not to come home any later than eleven.

               "Alright, bye."

               "Bye, sweetie." 

               I didn't want to rat Allie out by telling her mom that she didn't swing by and pick me up. 

               The more I started walking the more of a bad idea it seemed. I don't even know what possessed me to think of it. What sane person would walk around at almost ten at night? Not one sane person would. 

               The roar of an old truck, I thought, came up from behind me. with all my being I hoped it wasn't Justin. Well, maybe a little of me did if it meant I wouldn't have I walk home. 

               I turned around and you'd never guess who it was. You guessed it: ALLIE. 

               "Holy crap!" She emerged from the car. "What in the world told you to fucking leave the diner?" She pulled me into a hug. I ignored her. "Why didn't you answer your phone or text back?"

               "I was at the park and when I went to leave I noticed I left the keys in the car. I locked the car. My phone died at around 8:30 so I had to go to pay phone... Whatever it's a long story." She sighed, not finishing the story. I didn't mind. I could put it together myself. "I'm here now. I can't believe you just left like that though." 

               I smiled slightly. 

               We walked and got into her Dark Blue Honda. 

               "Hey, wanna just cruise around?" Allie asked me. 

               "Your mom said to be home by eleven..." I drifted. "Cool," 

               "I have to pick something up at Luke's. He told me to go by at ten so..."

               "So you'll make sure to be at his apartment on time but you won't pick up from on time?" I teased her. "Shut up," Allie giggled. 

               "I'm still getting used to having to drive someone back and forth like this." I rolled my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me, missy!" She warned. I laughed. She knew me. 

               "So how has your evening been, 'pigeon'?" 

               "Don't call me that," 

               "Aww why not?"

               "Because Justin calls me that."

               "Oh, so you only let Justin call you that. Cool." She elbowed me. 

               "It's not like that. I told him not to call me that and then he goes off calling me sweetheart."

               "Nah, I like Pigeon better. It's cuter."

               "I don't like either at all!" 

               "He won't care." Allie shrugged. 

               "I found that out already." I groaned. She laughed. 

               We drove around until the click showcased the numbers one with three zeros following (10:00)

               "Come up with me."

               "Why..." I hung on the the last letter. "because I could get raped."

               "Yes because I'm going to help." I said sarcastically. I got out the car anyways. "You're just going to end up talking to home for the rest of the time." 

               Allie smiled at me. I rolled my eyes. I trudged behind her. "Come on, Allie- 20 minutes. I'm giving you twenty minutes."

               "Ok, Jesus." 

               We climbed up the twenty one- I counted- steps. Allie knocked on the door. 

               "Shit," Allie muttered. "What?"

               "I don't think we came at the best time.."

               "Why not? He said ten. It's ten o'five." I responded. 

               "Yea, but..." She wasn't saying something and it pissed me off that she wasn't telling me straight up. "Hey, baby." Luke greeted Allie when he opened the door. "Hey. Everything ok?"

               "Yea, just..." He stopped talking. Instead he let us in. I saw one of the girls that was pretty much drooling over Justin only a couple hours ago- maybe even an hour ago! 

               She came out fixing her skirt and blouse. "Diner girl!" She called me. I rolled my eyes. Justin emerged from his room- I suppose- shirtless with a layer of sweat going on. He went into the kitchen and retrieved a cold Heineken. 

               This girl didn't give me a second glance. "So I'll leave my number?" 

               "Nah, that's alright."

               "but..." She started but closed her mouth. "EVERY TIME!" Allie said before following Luke to his room. The girl stormed out of the apartment. I rolled my eyes. 

               "You okay? You mad?"

               "No, I couldn't be more thoroughly disgusted."

               "Aw c'mon, sweetheart," he started. I looked away. I cringed when he looked at me. 

               "How can you treat someone like that, AGAIN!" 

               "What? What did I do? She offered her number, I declined. What did I do wrong?"

               "That's someone's daughter, Justin! How would you like it if one day, some guy did that to your daughter?"

               "Let's just say, my daughter better not drop her panties for any asshole."

               I stopped talking. I couldn't with him anymore. "Sweetheart..."

               "Don't call me that." I hissed. "Pigeon? Pidge?" He poked my arm. I warned him to stop.


               "Did you get what you need?" I asked Allie when she came back. 

               "Yea," she paused, "Did something happen..."

               "No, let's just go." I stood up and walked towards the door. I have put him in line twice. He pisses me off so much. I knew Allie could tell but she knew better than to try with me. 

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