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.


19. Chapter Eighteen

                        "I don't know what you see in that douche." Justin muttered after Collin left the lunch table. It's been a few days since Collin and I had gone out after school. "He's nice," I said. "Only nice?" Justin questioned. "no," I replied quickly. "What does it matter to you anyways?" I asked.


                       He ignored my question and asked one of his own. "Are you two dating?"


                       I didn't answer- well, more like I didn't know the answer. We did go out, but he had never asked me to be his girlfriend, directly. I shrugged and hoped that would be enough of an answer for him. I could see him shake his head out of the corner of my eye.


                       I sat through another four classes before we were finally let out.


                       "Hey, can we go back to my house so that I could pick up a few things?" I asked Justin. People were looking at us and listening in. I didn't have anything to say. Don't give them any ammunition to gossip about me or Justin.


                       "Like what?" He challenged.


                       "Well, for one a razor, so that I can shave my legs." I stated.


                       "Good; your legs were starting to scratch me up." He laughed. Of course, Justin would say something to give people to talk about, I thought. People listened more intently. I slapped his arm lightly. "This is why people suspect something between us." I stated. "It doesn't matter what they say." He said. "True," I sighed.


                       "Whatever," he straddled his bike while putting his helmet on, "let's get going." I reluctantly sat behind him. I totally understand why people would think we were a thing, but he wouldn't want me. He wouldn't want a girl that gives him enough lip to last him a lifetime. He wouldn't want me. Besides, he's not the relationship type from what I hear.

                       The ride back to the Carrasco's home was short only because Justin decided to speed the entire way. Nothing new, though.

                       I found the spare key under the plant on the porch, and then unlocked the door. I replaced the key back to its place and climbed up the stairs. I didn't notice that Justin was following me until I heard his footsteps behind me. I first went to the bathroom leaving Justin alone in my room. I grabbed my toiletries and extras, and stuffed them in a light blue tote bag.

                       When I went back into my bedroom, Justin had a picture in his hand. I looked over his shoulder to see which one it was. It was one of when I was five.

                       It was the day I had gotten my puppy, Rosie.  A huge smile was plastered on my face with my two front teeth missing, and my father was holding us in his arms, smiling.

                       Justin was smiling, I could tell. "Those were good times," I sighed. He jumped a little. I giggled and snatched the picture from his hands. I let it lean up against another picture frame.

                       That picture was one of the only things that I had left that connected me to who my father is... Or was.

                       I opened up a drawer in my dresser and quickly stashed a handful of underwear and bras into the bag. "Pigeon, you're not any naughtier than a sixty-five year old Sunday School teacher." I looked at  him wondering if I should say something back. I let, "Well, I'm not one of sluts." slip out my mouth. I meant to kept it in my head, but it obviously didn't.


                       He laughed, shaking his head, unfazed by my remark. "Ready?" Justin asked. "Yeah," I said. I closed my door and went down the stair, as he followed closely behind. So close, in fact, that he ran into me when I stopped and turned around to look at him.


                       "If you ever look through my stuff again I'll drench you in gasoline and set you on fire." I threatened. He chuckled. "Silly, Pigeon," He patted my head and walked past me, taking my bag with him. I locked the door again, and then we were off again. 


                       The ride back to the apartment didn't seem too long. I was distracted by the scenery, so that may have contributed to time seeming to pass by so fast. The sun was sinking behind the trees that were just black silhouettes against the orange, pink, and purple sky.






"I don't like the idea of them." Luke's voice strained from the other side of the door. "Someone is bound to get burned."


                       "She's happy. It's fine!" Allie defended.


                       "I don't like them sleeping in the same room- much less, the same bed!"


                       "Why does it matter? It's not going to go that far." Allie said. I hated that they were talking about Justin and I behind our back. I didn't like the fact that they cared so much about my love life either. "She's not one of his one-night stands! She wouldn't even let it get that far with him. They've gotten closer, but as friends."


                       I looked up at Justin who was also listening. He peered down at me for a second before listening again.


                       "Justin doesn't do relationships! If he even tries, and Farrah rejects him, he'll be a fucking mess! You don't have any idea how my cousin will react. Shit, it might even send him over the edge and he'll binge." Luke stressed.


                       "They're okay." Allie's voice was calm. "If anything happens- we can't help it."


                       "Allie, you don't know-" I had heard enough and I opened the door. Luke was sitting on the couch and Allie was standing up, her head turned to see who was coming in.


                       "Hi," I said softly. I figured the best thing I could do would be to pretend I never heard anything. "You're just going to have to trust me on this." Allie stormed out of the apartment.


                       That night Allie didn't come back. She was spending the night over at Jill's house tonight according to the text she sent me at least two hours ago.


                       "She'll come back around," I tried comforting Luke, "She always does." I smiled. "I think I really fucked up this time, Farrah." He slurred. That was enough alcohol for him. I unwrapped his fingers from the neck of the beer bottle. He took it from me with his other hand and in one quick swallow, he emptied it. 


                       "You can't have anymore." I said, throwing the bottle into the trash.


                       "Why not?" he asked.


                       "Because I'm not going to let you drink away your pain."


                       "My lips are already numb," He said playing with his lips. I shook my head. "Is he always like this?" I turned to Justin. His bottle was at his lips, but he still nodded his head. He took a sip before putting it down, and saying, "He's a different kind of drunk every time. Sometimes he's an angry drunk.. others he's a happy drunk."


                       "Oh," I sat back and let myself sink into the couch.


                       "You tired yet?" I asked Luke. He shook his head, but his eyes were already closed. I knew it wouldn't be too long before he went to sleep. Five minutes later, he was passed out, his body sprawled all over the couch. I sat up and stretched.


                       "He's lucky it's Friday... well, technically Saturday since it's two in the morning." Justin went into the kitchen. The clinking of glass bottles echoed as Justin let his bottle fall into the trash can.


                       "You want some?" Justin asked me when I stalked into the kitchen. "I don't drink." I reminded him. "Just do one shot with me." He held out the bottle of tequila. I gave in and nodded. What bad could one shot do?


                       He poured two shots, and handed me one.


                       I lifted it up, rolling it across my lip, tipping my head back to empty the glass and then rolling it the rest of the way, dropping it into my other hand.


                       "Holy shit!"Justin stood, astonished. "You shoot Cuervo, not Patron." I said before walking out of the kitchen.


                       "I thought you said you didn't drink!" Justin came into the room after a good seven minutes.


                       "not anymore," I sighed. He threw his shirt off, and crawled into the other side of the bed. "Night, Pigeon." He whispered to me. "Good night," I said back. An hour passed, and I couldn't sleep even though I tried. I felt like my friendship with Justin was the reason Allie was mad at Luke. My friendship with Justin was the reason why they were arguing before we arrived back.


                       Those thoughts were enough to keep me up. I felt guilty for something that wasn't exactly my fault.


                       "Will you stop moving?" Justin groaned, holding my thigh so that I wouldn't continue twisting and turning. "Sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to wake you up."


                       "It's fine." He turned around so that he was looking at me. "What's keeping you up?"


                       "It's nothing," i shrugged.


                       "It's something if it's keeping you up." He challenged.


                       "I feel like..." I began. I couldn't finish. "I can't talk about this with you." I sighed. He chuckled. We laid down on the bed in a comfortable silence for a few minutes.


                       "Pigeon?" His voice ruptured the the quiet atmosphere.




                       "You don't regret meeting me right? Or talking to me and being my friend, or whatever?" I furrowed my brows together. "No, do you?" I looked at him. "Nope; not one second of it." He admitted. I smiled slightly. "Good night." I said even though I knew sleep wouldn't find me, well, not for a while. After some more tossing and turning Justin decided to speak up again.


                       "Do you trust me?" He asked.


                       "Yes," I answered slowly.


                       "Then come here," He pulled me to him and held me like that. It was oddly comfortable, and not awkward. I don't know what could have given him enough courage to even make a move. Fortunately, sleep finally found me at around four-thirty.















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