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.


27. Chapter Twenty-Six

               Allie barged into my room the next day and announced she was going to go shopping with Jen, and was coming in to ask if I wanted to go. Instead she asks, "Where are you going?" She waits for an answer, watching me dress into skinny jeans, a t-shirt, and converse. "Collin invited me to tag along to with him to one of a basketball competitions," I answered just as my phone vibrated. I shoved into my bag, not bothering to read the text I just received.




               "Last night." I said, running across the room. "What are you looking for?" Allie said, looking at me curiously. "My peach colored hoodie... I haven't seen it in like a week or so," I stand in the middle of my room, looking around to see if the color will pop out. It was my favorite one, too.


               "That's odd," She stood up and began rummaging through my closet.


               "Ohmygosh!" I hear her yelp from the closet. I immediately rush over to her, hoping to see my bright colored hoodie. "What?" I ask. "What is up with all of these hoodies?" She glares at a pile of them stacked up at the bottom of my closet. "Oh this is a cute color--" She pulls on a blue fabric-- "It's a scarf! I want it!" She wraps it around her neck.


               "Seriously?" I sigh, shifting my weight to one side.


               "Yes, seriously," She smiles.


               "I thought you found my hoodie," I frown.


               “You have to lend this to me,” She says.


               “You can have it,” I say.


               “Really?” Her eyes widen. When she notices that I’m actually being sincere and serious she hugs me. “Thanks,” She runs out of my room. After that show, I give up on trying to find the jacket. I go into the bathroom, and pull my hair back by doing a diagonal Dutch braid.


               I forget the hoodie, and grab a lime green one from the pile. I walk down the banister, and I stop at the front door. I open the door, and I all I see is hand this close to my face.


               “Oh, hi,” Justin says, bringing his hand down.


               “Hi,” I smile.


               “Whatcha up to?” He asks, eyeing me up and down. I look past him to see if Collin was here yet. He wasn’t. I invite Justin inside.


               “I’m going to a basketball free throw thing with Collin.” I watch as his face screws with a look of disgust by the sound of his name. “Hey, he’s a gentleman!” I say. “I’m one, too.” Justin laughs softly.


               Just to be polite-- and to change the subject-- I ask him what he was up to. “I came by to bring this to you. Luke found it in his Charger, and wanted me to bring it down to you.” He held out my beloved peach hoodie.  “I was just looking for this, to be completely honest.” I smile at him. He features soften out as he smiles back.


               “I sent you a text, like, half-an-hour ago saying that we had it. Didn’t you get the text?” He asked.


               “Yeah,” I say, unlocking my IPhone to read the text I received. Sure enough, there was the text. I should’ve read it when I got it. What a bunch of wasted energy, I think.


               “We washed it,” Justin informed me.


               “Thanks,” I say briefly. I ask him—well more like told him—to hold the hoodie so that I could put it on. I began to take off the lime one, but stopped short when Justin pretended to clear his throat. “You can see my stomach can’t you?” I ask, my face covered.


               “Yeah,” He answered slowly.


               “Dammit,” I mutter. I quickly yank Hoodie #1 off and pull the hem of my shirt down immediately. I then put on my peach-colored hoodie.


               “Nice bra,” Justin jokes.


               “Thanks,” I say, “Paid forty dollars for it.” I retorted apathetically.


               “Aren’t you just the World’s Biggest Smart-Ass?” He squints at me. I do the same, but to him. “Yep,” I whisper indifferently, and playfully smack him in the face. “You did not just do that,” He stands in mock incredulity.


                “I just did,” I pat my chest with both hands as if I were saying Come at me, bro.


               His stance was said that he was ready to pounce, but his face said otherwise. “Scaredy cat,” I taunt him. He took an intimidating step forward, then straightened up, and said, “My mom said that she really likes you…” He mutters something under his breath, which I couldn’t understand. I asked him to repeat it. “She wanted me to invite you to dinner sometime,” he looked down, but then up at me to see my reaction. When he sees my mouth ajar, he adds, “I told her that you probably won’t be able to anytime soon because of basketball.” A short relief comes over me (only a short relief because a car honk is heard from outside).


               “That’s for me,” I say. “Um, thanks for bringing my hoodie over. It’s my favorite one, actually. I’ll talk to you later—maybe.” Said I. Justin went outside first, and then I followed.


               “You’re just going to let him honk the horn for you to come out?” Justin mutters. “That’s no gentleman.”


               I sigh and say, “What am I supposed to do?”


               “I don’t know, but all I know is that you shouldn’t take that crap.” He whispers.


               And he speaks the truth.


                “Thanks for the concern,” I smile, “But its fine.” He gives me a look. “I’m serious!” I lie. I walk over to Collin’s Porsche.


               “Hi,” He says, and kisses my cheek. “What’s he doing here?” Collin asks, staring at Justin. “He came by to drop something off,” I say, nonchalantly. “Okay, cool. Let’s go shall we?” He smiled, taking my hand in one of his. “We shall,” I smile back.



               Time went by quickly that day. Time flew by the next week. Time pretty much just dissolved the next month.


               “And that’s how the Mafia found me, and I was almost killed.” I say. Allie just nods. I knew she wasn’t listening so I came up with an elaborate outlandish story to tell her. She was looking at me, but I could tell she was obviously thinking about something else. “Allie!” I snap my fingers in her face.


               “I know, I know. You’re going to quit. I got it.” She said.


               So she basically only got the first sentence that came out of my mouth (“I’m think I’m going to quit working at the diner. Basketball is going to interfere and all...”)


               “Let’s go somewhere,” She said, standing up.


               “We are somewhere.” I say, looking around Starbucks. A person next to me is looking at me with a horrified look. She must’ve obviously been listening to my story-- my gruesome, descriptive, violent account of a made up story of my Monday. At least someone was listening.


               “Let’s go somewhere else,” She responds, and pulls at the sleeve of my white knitted sweater. I get up. We walk around the mall, and stop at a fountain in the food court. We sit at the ledge of the big fountain. I set my bags from Victoria’s Secret and Bath & Body Works down beside my feet. By this time, I’m sure she was ready to go, which is great news.


               “Yay!” Allie says loudly. “What?” I ask even though I don’t want to know. “Luke and Justin are here!” She springs up, full of energy all of a sudden. I groan. “Awe c’mon!” She pokes my arm. I shrug her off. “Just a little bit longer,” She pleads.


               “All right, fine,” I cross my arms across my chest.


               “They’re in front of Macy’s!” She squeals, grabbing a big wad of my sweater in her hand. She dragged me all the way across the mall to talk to her boyfriend of three—almost four—years.



               “I’ll have you know that I am very much almost an adult.” Justin defended himself. We were talking about maturity and what not back at his apartment. Allie and Luke went to go get some food because they were hungry. I told her to eat something, and not just drink her Starbucks coffee. “Yeah, I believe you.” I teased.


               “Psh, whatever. Swerve,” He rolled his eyes.


               “Okay, yeah, whatever.” When he doesn’t say anything, I bring up some school news. “So Jason’s having a hook up party, I hear.”


               “Yep,” He said.


               “Are you going?” I ask. He’s obviously going to go.


               “Eh, no. They’re like date parties, and relationships: I don’t do them.”


               “Like prom?” I tilt my head to the side. “Have you ever been to prom or anything like that?” I ask.


               “Not really. A cotillion with Carly is pretty much as close to a prom as it’s going to get. And that cotillion was hell, I kid you not.” He threw his hands up in the dramatically.


               “Are you going this year?”


               “I don’t know.” he shrugs, “I guess if the girl I might ask says yes, then I am going.”


               “You know who you’re going to ask? It’s only December.” I say. “Well, what are you doing after you graduate?"


               "We will be hanging out all summer," He pulled me to his side.


               “We"-- I pointed to the two of us-- "don't exist."


               "But we will," He winks. I push away from him, settling on the opposire side of the couch. "And technically there is a we. Have you forgotten the rumors?" His eyebrows push up.


              "No, I haven't." I lie. "I can't believe people actually believe those stupid rumors!"


               He repositions himself so that he's looking at me. "No. What they can't believe is that..." He pauses. Turns away. "Nevermind."


               I squint at him, curious as to know what he was going to say, but I don't push him to reveal anything.


               “Well, we don't exist in reality,” I say,.


               “I bet you five dollars that we will when the time comes,” He smirks. His attidtude just did a full 360.


               “It’s a bet,” I say. This has got to be one of the dumbest bets I’ve made. I’ll make an easy five dollars because there’s no way I can say yes. I won’t say yes. I can’t like him. Even if I do, which I know I do, I can’t. My plan when I came here was to get in, and get out. Simple. And if I dated someone, it would have to be with the guy that I know that is the right one for me. I was not going to get another Tucker.


               We shake hands right as the high school sweethearts come through the door.








sorry if this was boring, but i felt obliged to update. im tired. good night :)

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