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.


13. Chapter Twelve

                  "You ready?" I asked Allie. "Are you ready?" She looked at me with a serious look. "Yea," I shrugged. Of course I was ready. There was nothing Justin could do that would make me scared or nervous to talk to him. He is just another human being. Simple as that.


                  "Okay," She said. I said bye and thanked her for the ride, and then I got out of the car. I looked around the parking lot. He still wasn't here. Thank God!


                  "Hey, Sandy." I smiled and sat on a stool at the bar. "Hey, Farrah. Aren't you early?" Sandy replied. "Early?" I looked at the clock hanging on the wall. I was early. "Oh, well, I guess I am. I'm going to start my extra work." I tapped my fingers on the wooden counter before I went to sit in the booth at the back. I rolled at least three dozen sets of silverware in white napkins before I had to clock in and start my shift.


                  Today was going to be busy. I guess that would thing considering that it meant more tips. I concluded that the entertainment was the source of the reason why the diner had so much business. I had to make up with him or else  would have to call someone to pick up.


                  I was refilling a customer's drink when I saw him come in. He had changed clothes. He was on time this time.


                  "Hey," I said when he walked past me. "Hey," He smiled at me. I returned the gesture. Maybe we were fine. Maybe he got over it like Allie said he would. Wait, there is no "we"


                  I sat back down in the booth in the back. I only had 3 hours left. 180 minutes. A hundred-eighty minutes sounded shorter so I referred that.


                  Do I still need to apologize? He seemed fine. Yea, but then again I called him charming but rude in Spanish. But it was by accident. Karmin told me to say it, and I needed some sort of answer to a question I still don't even know.


                  At the end of the day, I pushed it til the end. I didn't think about it all the while.


                  I was waiting for Justin to finish talking to some girl. Obviously someone knew that he'd be here or else that somebody wouldn't be wearing such skimpy clothing. I was shaking my head at how ridiculous she was acting. She twirled her hair around her fingers. She bat her real-looking fake eyelashes at him. They were really chatting it up, but I sort of figured what was going to happen. One wink and she was his to control. It was truly disgusting.


                  After another ten minutes, they stopped talking but she was following him. "Ready to go?" He asked me. I nodded, hesitantly. "Threesome?" The girl whispered to Justin.                  


                  I cringed on the inside and tried not to let it show.


                  "No, I just have to drop her off." He assured her. Then he added, "She's going to follow us." to me.


                  I shook my head in complete disgust. I think I'd rather walk home.


                  I followed him and hopped onto the bike. I didn't really want to touch him, but I also didn't really want to fly off and die. That would be a dumb way to die. He gave me the spare helmet and he strapped it on for me. "Thanks," I said. He smiled, weakly.


                  I knew he was a little uncomfortable so I didn't add to it by trying to make conversation.


                  He drove quickly. At some point I tried to talk to him though, but I don't think he heard me.


                  "Thanks." I said awkwardly as he undid the strap. He nodded. "Have fun," I teased him. "You're so stupid." He laughed. "Whatever," I remarked, "you're the stupid one. Oh yea, be safe... in all ways." I added.


                  He shook his head. I didn't even get to apologize. He seemed like he was over it. Maybe I didn't need to even say a thing about it. Maybe we were better off not even bringing it up, again.


                  There is no "we".  I reminded myself.


                  I headed up to my room to change immediately. I didn't even bother to find Allie and say hi or something. I changed into Soffe shorts and a white t-shirt. I went back downstairs after.


                  "I can see your bra." Was the first thing Allie said to me when she saw me. Luke was next to her with a bowl of grapes in him lap. I swear, these two just love spending every minute with each other. 


                  "Hey to you too," I said. "It's neon pink," She ignored my comment. "I know. Stop staring." I said, folding my arms over my chest. "What are you doing here?" I asked Luke, stealing one of his grapes and popping it into my mouth.


                  "Hey, these are my grapes!" Luke said, holding the bowl protectively to his chest. I looked at him waiting for an answer.


                  "It's Monday. Justin probably is getting laid right now."


                  "Ew," Allie and I both said.


                  "You know how he is, Al." He said. She nodded.


                  "Hello, children." Diane came through door suddenly. "hi," We all replied. "How are you, Luke? I haven't seen you in a while." D smiled at him. "I'm great. I was about to go, actually. It's getting late." He put the bowl on the coffee table. "Oh, okay. Well, it was nice seeing you, again, Luke. You should come around more often." Diane smiled.


                  "Yea, okay." Luke shrugged. "I'll walk you out, Luke." Allie suggested, and followed him.


                  "Are you okay, Farrah?" Diane asked me. "Yea, I'm fine, Diane." I smiled. "I'm just tired." I added with a yawn. "Well, get some sleep, kiddo. I'll see you tomorrow." Diane squeezed my shoulder. I nodded. She pecked my cheek in a motherly way.


                  "Alright, see ya tomorrow." I yawned again. I walked to the stairs and caught Allie and her boyfriend having a make-out session in the foyer. "Hey, get a room." I rolled my eyes. Allie waved me away, but she did pull away.


                  They're that kind of relationship.


                  I went to bed, shut the light off, and closed my eyes.




                  "Do you understand any of this?" Justin asked me in math class.

                  "Yea, it's super easy."  laughed.


                  "Well, you're gonna have to take notes for me." He placed his Math notebook on my desk and sat back in his seat. He pulled out a piece of loose leaf paper and started drawing on it.


                  I sighed and pushed his notebook aside. Everything was back to normal.


                  I took my own notes and wrote down the examples so that i could have a visual aid when I helped Justin tonight. I was wondering how tonight was going to go down. He was going to help me and I would help him.


                  My stomach growled. "Holy crap," Next period would be lunch. But that was in twenty minutes and I couldn't wait any longer.


                  "Here," Justin said, poking my arm. I turned around slightly to see him holding out a stick of gum. "This isn't food." I whined, lowly.


                  "Shut up, and put it in your mouth." He commanded. "It'll help."


                  I sighed, and shoved it into my mouth after I unwrapped the foil off the gum. I smacked on it for the rest of class.


                  "About damn time," I muttered to myself when the bell rang. Justin laughed from behind me. I quickly walked out, spitting the gum out on the way, and maneuvered my way through the groups of people taking up the hallway. 


                  "Excuse me."


                  "Please move,"


                  "Move, please,"


                  "Get out of the way, please!" My patience started running out.


                  "You're so dumb. Watch this." Justin grabbed my wrist. "Move out the fucking way!" He yelled loudly enough to get the attention of everybody. Oh, how much I hated attention. I hid my face by looking down and I pulled my wrist away from his grasp.


                  "Thanks," I muttered before I started walking to the cafeteria.


                  "Hey," Justin caught up with me, "I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, but if you ever want to get somewhere, the assholes won't listen to even if you're polite."


                  "Yea, okay... I'm still not going to do that though." I pushed past him and waited in line for whatever the lunch ladies prepared for us today.
















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