Demons

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.

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12. Chapter Eleven

                   BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!

 

                   EW SCHOOL!

 

                   I let my alarm continue going until it annoyed me just enough to get me out of bed and shut it off. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. I used my towel to clean the steam off of the mirror. I then put my glasses on my nose so that I could see clearly. Bad idea. I gaped at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I was the definition of a mess.I got my brush and smoothed out my frizzy hair. When it was finally "controlled" I still wasn't satisfied. I ended up tying all my hair into a bun at the top of my hair.

 

                   I walked back into my room. Allie had left an outfit on my bed. It was a pair of her khaki shorts and a simple white spaghetti-strap tank. I put what Allie gave me on and added a blue sweater/jacket. I slipped on my vans, and then I started on my face. Well, I was about to, but then  a sudden rush of laziness ran over me and I just left my face alone. I shrugged. I couldn't look too bad, right?

 

                   "Good Morning, Farrah!" Allie said, happily. She was smiling because I was wearing what she laid out for me. It was comfortable, to be honest. She didn't make me wear a skirt or anything like that. I was starting to question that now. I shook the question off as quickly as it had come.

 

                   We ate a quick breakfast and then we waited fro Luke to come around. A few minutes later, he pulled up to the curb, and we got into the car.

 

                   Luke seemed a little... pissy. Mad, I mean.

 

                   He drove to school, and I all I wanted to do was leave. We got out the car to walk into the high school, and I just wanted to turn around and walk away. I couldn't do this. I hate school. I think my decision to stop homeschooling and to attend high school for my Senior year was a bad idea. I hate school.

 

                   "Whatcha thinking about?"  Allie turned to me as we were walking. "I'm thinking about how much I hate school." I said. bluntly. "Everybody does, Farrah." I rolled my eyes.

 

                   I followed Allie as she talked to her friends. I didn't have friends, really. I knew people and people only knew because I was the "sister" of one of the prettiest girls attending Stratford Central Secondary School.

 

                   I left Allie so that I could get the books for my first class: Spanish.

 

                   I retrieved those books and headed for the bathroom. I was just going to listen to music and read or write or doodle or something until classes would begin. I still had ten minutes. It wasn't a lot of time, but it was "me-time"

 

                   I sunk to the bathroom floor, and pulled out my IPhone. I pushed the Pandora App and selected the Jason Derulo Radio Station. It played the best music, I think. I plugged in my headphones just as Whatever You Like started playing. It was one of my favorites. I pulled out my notebook and a pen and just started doodling over the paper.

 

                   The next song flooded into the next and I didn't want to leave even though I had one minute until I would have to leave the comfort of the bathroom and and go into Spanish. My nose cringed at the thought.

 

                   I sighed and reluctantly stood up. I held my notebook and stuffed my phone in my over-the shoulder light pink purse. Pink wasn't my choice. It was something Diane bought for me the month i was with them. I didn't mind the color too much, though. It was cute even though pink wouldn't be my first choice.

 

                   I walked into Spanish class, unnoticed.

 

                  Just the way I like it.

 

                   "Hola, clase." My teacher Mrs. Ramirez greeted us.

 

                   "Hola, Farrah! ¿Como estás?" She asked me. "

 

                   " Estoy muy bien. gracias!" I said, trying to match her enthusiasm.                   

 

                  She smiled at me and began to teach. I pulled out my notebook and started doodling again.

 

                   It felt like only five  minutes passed before I was knocked out my own world when someone waved their hand in front of my face. "What?"  I said, blinking rapidly.
 She, my classmate, nodded towards Mrs. Ramirez who was staring at me when I looked up. Everbody was looking at me. I had seen this girl somewhere before.

 

                    "So, Farrah?" She said. I could tell she was trying not to be impatient with me.

 

                  "umm..." I began. I felt like I was shrinking. Mrs. Ramirez was staring at me waiting for an answer to a question I didn't hear. "just say ' El es encantador, pero grosero.'" The same girl from before, whispered to me. And I said just that. Everybody let a "ooh". Mrs. Ramirez was shaking her head.

 

                    What did I just say?

 

                  "Well, at least you used your vocab words," She said.

 

                  The bell rang just then. I guess I was drawing for longer than I thought.

 

                  "Way to be brutally honest," One of the girls from that class approached me. "What?" I said quietly to myself. I nodded slightly, not knowing how to reply. She walked away, and Allie walked up to me next.

 

                    "Oh my gosh! Someone must really not like him!" She linked her arm with mine. "I just said what the girl next to me told me to say."

 

                   "What girl?" Allie said. "She has purple hair..." That's all I said. That's when I remembered her! She was the girl I had detention with.

 

                 What was her name?                   

 

                 "Karmin?" Allie asked.

 

                  "yea!" That's her name. Karmin.  

 

                 "She hates him. Why would you listen to her? He probably hates you now."

 

                 "Who is 'he'?" I asked, loudly.

 

                 "He is me." Justin came from behind me. My eyes widened. I was about to say sorry, but he walked away before I could. "He'll get over it." Allie sighed, "Well over you."

 

                 "He doesn't even like me. It's cool though. I'll him see again tonight. I'll talk to him then." I assured her. 

 

***

 

                 "Ready?" Collin asked me. I nodded, smiling. He started driving to wherever. I had an hour lunch break. Justin also hadn't been talking to me since what happened this morning and it worried me a little. I shrugged it off, though.

 

                 "I hope Subway is alright." Collin said. "Yea, of course." I smiled. "I love Subway."

 

                 "Good." He smiled. We got out of the car. We were in line when he lightly brushed my hand with. It was probably by accident. It happened again when I was ordering my sandwich. This time instead of just only brushing my hand he held my hand after. I turned and smiled at him. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. That display of affection scared me. It only scared me because Tucker used to do the same before drugs took over his life.

 

                 Collin paid for everything. We talked about whatever, really, and after we just went around driving to kill some time before we had to go back.

 

                 I was so happy that the rest of the went by quickly. I don't know why, but I guess I was a little upset that Justin wasn't talking to me. In Bio, he moved from away from me.

 

                 How am I supposed to apologize if he won't let me talk to him?

 

 

 

 



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A/N

short chapter, i think. it's hard to tell on this lol. sometimes i think i write a really short chapter and it ends up being reallllly long so just dont know.

 

i actually just wanted to say t-hanks to all of you. im 15 faves away from 100 and so that eXCITING!!! tomorrow is gonna be one month since i put this up :D

 

peaceeeee :)

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