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.


22. Chapter Twenty-One

I woke up to my heart racing, and a pitch black room. Bright green numbers showed that it was only three-twenty-six in the morning. "You okay?" Justin groaned. His hand was just barely holding my waist. I realized that I had nothing but my underwear and bra on. I immediately thought the worst. "Yeah, I'm fine." I sat up. "You sure?" He asked. "Yes," I snapped.
"I'm just going to... I'll be back." I whispered. "Um, okay." He hesitated before pulling his hand away. What did I do? I put on the first pair of pajama pants and t-shirt that I found in the dark. He was already snoring again by the time I slipped out of the room.
I walked to kitchen and served myself a cup of water from the faucet. I took small sips, trying to remember what had happened last night, and as to why I was half naked.
I sat on the couch in the living area and turned the TV on. I tuned into an almost finished marathon of Friends. I folded a basket of clean laundry that Allie promised to fold, but she hadn't. I stacked the clothes in piles in a basket. I brought the basket into Justin's room silently. I smiled when I noticed that e hadn't moved from where he had dropped dead at least two hours ago. I set the basket down and pulled the blanket over him. 
"Like this, Pigeon." He said, mumbling something inaudible before his breathing returned to slow and deep. I couldn't help but watch him sleep for a few more minutes; knowing that he was dreaming about me sent a thrill through my veins that I couldn't explain. 
I decided that'd I'd just watch TV again until I could fall asleep. I fell asleep to the sound of the TV droning white noise when the marathon ended.
"Wait just a minute," Allie sipped her orange juice, "I thought you were trying to keep away from him. I thought you couldn't do anything that dealt with Justin." She crossed his arms.
"It was accidental... sort of."
"So," She began. "Is Collin a good kisser?"
My face automatically heated up. "Um, yeah, sure," I was uncomfortable with the topic, but with Allie... well, she always wanted the details. "We were pretty sure y'all were getting it on." She laughed. I punched her arm. "That's not funny!" I scowled. "It's just a joke. Relax." She eased herself onto the recliner.
I shook my head, not even finding her "joke" remotely funny. We chatted for a good ten minutes before Justin's door opened. "Damn... Who let me drink that much?" He moaned. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it a creative mess. He, of course, was shirtless. My eyes traveled up his body, and stopped at his arm. Was that a new tattoo?
"Good morning," Allie beamed, "and, you went out and bought a fifth when you found out that she left with Collin." He looked at me. I looked down away from his gaze. His hovering presence over me was noted. 
"What? Have you gone mute, Pigeon, or are you just ignoring me?" Did he seriously forget what could've happened last night? Not only was I now mad at myself, but Justin too.
"I'm just ignoring you." I stated, not even looking at him.
"And that's my cue to leave." Allie said, drifting into the hallway. I would have much rather had her here than to go off with Luke. There was some giggling from Allie and then it went silent for a few minutes. Not even Justin said anything. Then followed noises that neither Justin nor I were comfortable with sitting in the living room silently. 
Justin grabbed my wrist, and pulled me outside. He closed the door behind us, and I sat on the cold metal steps. 
"So, Allie said you went off with Collin... Did you have fun?" I didn't answer. "That bad, huh?" He swallowed down two aspirins with water. I shook my head, answering his question. "Shit, what did I do last night? Did I say something hurtful?" He leaned over me. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong." He said sincerely.
"Did you seriously forget?" I finally retorted. "Do you even remember anything you said to me last night?" 
"No. Why? Was I mean to you?" 
"You forgot! Oh, my God!" I threw my hands in the air. "You weren't mean to me... you... we..." I covered my face with my hands. 
"Forget what?" He sat on the step above me. I didn't say anything. "I can't know if you don't tell me, Pidge." He urged.
I finally gave in and explained it all again much to my dismay. I explained it all in detail hoping that he would remember, so that I wouldn't have to continue. He didn't. He listened.
"Wait, so you're telling me that I pulled you out of a car and then I tried to..." I nodded slowly, still not looking into his eyes. "Wow... I see why you're mad at me. That was an asshole move. I'm sorry. I guess..."
"That's not the reason why, Justin." I shook my head. 
"Then what is the reason?" He made me look him in the eyes, unfortunately, by lifting my chin a little with his index finger. He looked into my grey eyes, as if all the answers were hidden there- in some sort of cryptic message or something. I didn't answer him. He stood up. "I'm going to go shower." He walked inside and i followed. He stopped at the door frame of bathroom. "Hey, Pidge," He called. I looked up at him. "Never mind." 
"Go take your shower," I commanded. He slipped into the bathroom, and the screeching of the pipes running water was finally heard.
I finally relaxed. 
My relaxation was shortly lived though because Justin came out. He changed in whole i faced the closet, so that I wouldn't see anything I wouldn't want to see. He was about to leave the room, but he stopped, and the approached me while I was in his room. 
"No wonder I had to drag you out of the car, sounds like you were..." He trailed off, pressing his lips together. 
"What? Sounds like what?" I narrowed my eyes. 
"Nothing. I'm just pissed off, and I was going to say something shitty that I didn't mean."
"It has never stopped you before." 
"I know. I'm working on it." He sighed. 
He reached for the door knob, but turned back to me. His eyes narrowed. "We," he began, taking a step towards me. 
"No, we didn't. Nothing happened." I shook my head. He cringed, the memory obviously coming back to him. 
"You fog up Collin's windows, I pull you out of the car., and them I try to..." He said, repeating himself from earlier while shaking his head. "You're turning me to a fucking psycho, Pigeon." He grabbed the door knob. He then growled over his shoulder, "I don't think straight when I around you." 
"So it's my fault?" I spat. 
He turned. His eyes fell from my face to my shorts, to my legs, and then my feet, returning to my eyes. "I don't know. My memory is a little hazy, but I don't quite remember you saying no."
I took a step forward, ready to argue over that little irrelevant fact, but I couldn't. He was right. "What do you want me to say, Justin?" 
He looked down at his feet an then back at me with accusing eyes. "You were hoping I wouldn't remember!" 
"No, I was pissed that you forgot!" I reminded him. 
"Because if I had... If we had... And you didn't... I don't know why! I just was!"
He stormed across the room, stopping just inches from me. His hands touched my face, his breathing quick as he scanned my face. "What are we doing, Pidge?"
My eyes began at my his belt then rose over his muscles, tattoos, and finally settling on his warm, brown, caramel of his irises. I finally breathed out, "You tell me." 
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