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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18. Chapter Seventeen

                      "Turn that off," I groaned, listening to the annoying alarm clock blare it's annoying noise. "Justin," I nudged him. When he didn't move, I took matters into my own hands.

 

                      I hovered over him as I reached to shut the alarm off. I was trying not to touch him while doing so. I finally hit the snooze button, but unfortunately collapsed onto Justin. Little spurts of laughter emit from his lips. "You were awake?!" I spat.

 

                    "Asshole," I muttered when he confirmed that he was awake. "Hey," he grinned, "you didn't say anything about letting you touch me." I rolled my eyes, and stood up. He laughed and got out of bed. I pulled out my outfit of the day out of my bag. I wasn't too worried about changing in his room since he left while I was picking clothes out. I didn't want him seeing that scar again and questioning me about it. As far as he knew it, I was just Allie's foster sister from Ottawa. It was almost completely faded.

 

                      "You made eggs?" I eyed Justin suspiciously. He nodded, and put some eggs on Luke's plate. "You can cook?" I questioned. "No, I didn't just say that I cooked some eggs." He said, sarcasm dripping with every word.

 

                      "Sorry, it's just..." I was flustered. I didn't think he could cook anything besides those frozen pre-made pizzas. "I just didn't see you as that kind of guy, honestly."

 

                      "Well, you learn something new everyday." He said, shoving a small pile of scrambled eggs onto a small white plate. "I guess so," I stuffed some of my breakfast into my mouth.

 

                     

 

 

 

 

"Homecoming is coming up, Farrah." Allie nudged me. "That's cool," I said, uninterested. "Don't be so boring," Allie sighed. "I'm not boring," I gasped falsely, "It just doesn't seem that interesting," I said, poking my food.

 

                      "If you went, then maybe you'd see that it wasn't boring." She said.

 

                      "I don't really like football." I admitted.

 

                      "Anybody who is a somebody is going to be there."

 

                      "Then I guess I'm a nobody." I said, standing up to throw the food on my tray away. I returned and I knew Allie was hoping that I had changed my mind. "Please stop looking at me like that." I pleaded.

 

                      "Not until you say you'll go," Allie challenged.

 

                      "Why would I want to go, anyways?" I tested.

 

                      "Cute boys... sweating cute boys..." She smirked. "That sounds gross. What if they touch me when they're all sweaty?" I made a disgusted face.

 

                      "Please," She begged. "There's going to be a party afterwards, besides the Homecoming Dance."

 

                      "No," I stated firmly, "and you guys probably wouldn't want to babysit me the entire time, so no."

 

                      "We can find you a date for the party," She said. "How about Collin?" She suggested. I smiled at the sound of his name. My cheeks also probably turned pink. Our last date couldn't have gone better. He gave me an incredible date, then to top it off an unforgettable kiss. My head had swirls going all around, and my body was filled with warmth, but there was no spark. I pushed that one missing thing aside and just let myself live in that moment.

 

                      "Whoa, I never said I wouldn't take her?" Justin said. I looked at him. "I thought you said you didn't want to go..." Luke looked at his cousin suspiciously. "I can change my mind if I want," Justin growled. "It's alright, Justin," I lightly touched his arm. He tensed up at first, but then relaxed almost as quickly as tightened up to my touch. "You don't have to take me or anything."

 

                      He looked at me.

 

                      "Id rather just not go," I said. "Don't let me stop you from going though."

 

                      "Please go, Farrah." Allie begged me.

 

                      "Okay, fine," I gave in.

 

                      "Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you," Allie repeatedly said to me and Justin. I sort of just shrugged her off. Luke looked a little pissed, but he didn't say anything.

 

                      One little game; I could do it. I mean, I could blend into the background. Right?

 

 

                   After that. Justin caught up with me in the hallway. "You know the latest gossip says that we're dating." 

 

                      "Please don't tell me that," I told him. He laughed. "You are telling them we're not dating, right?" I asked him. If this was circulating gossip, Collin would no longer be with me. He shrugged. "What's the point. They won't listen to me. They'll listen to what they want to hear." I let out a big sigh. "I'm surprised they even know who I am." I grumbled.

 

                      "Well, they know your name and who you are because, well, you know, we're dating and all so," he laughed.

 

                      "Justin," I swatted his arm, "stop that!" He kept on laughing for a little while longer.

 

                      "You know," I opened my locker, "I don't think we should go to the Homecoming game if everyone thinks that."

 

                      "Why not, Pigeon? Why does what they say matter?"

 

                      "It's not what they say.... It has to do with... never mind."

 

                      "With who?" He blocked me from getting my books. I didn't answer him. "Oh, please tell me you're not talking about Mr. Preppy Boy; are you?" He looked annoyed. "His name is Collin." I spat, pushing him aside so that I could get my Bio and Trigonometry book.

 

                      "I know his name."

 

                      "Then start using it." I hissed.

 

                      "Pidge, listen," he reached out to me. I pulled away. He sighed, "You don't know him like I do." "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

 

                      "Just trust me on this." His eyes softened up. I didn't respond and continued walking. That was until I bumped into someone. That someone was a very pleasant surprise. It was Collin.

 

                      "Hi." I smiled.

 

                      "Hey." His green eyes sparkled. He looked at his watch, then back up to me. "I have to get to class, but I was hoping that we could maybe go out after school; just for a quick bite or something."

 

                      "Yeah," I grinned. "Great," He licked his lips before planting a kiss on my lips. His hand held my waist. He let go after a short while. "Bye," He whispered in my ear. His breath tickled my skin. After that the rest of the day went by in a blink. He had left me in a daze after that kiss. I couldn't wait to see Collin again.

 

                      "Hey," I stopped Allie, "Collin wanted to take me out for a while, so," I just left off there. I knew Allie would get it without me finishing it.

 

                     "Okay, Luke wanted to talk to me, anyways, so I guess this'll give us some privacy while we do so."

 

                      "Okay,"

 

                      "Have fun... but not too much fun." She winked at me. I scrunched my nose up before we both broke out into a laughter. "Bye, Al." I waved bye, and went to find Collin out by his car.

 

 

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