Arianna Brooks just moved opposite the hottest boy in town. Or should I say, the hottest player in town. That's right, you got it. Justin Drew Bieber. Who will win in the game of the player? **This is only a short movella**


3. King's Spaghetti

Arianna's POV;

We sat around the table. Mum and Jeremy were on opposite ends, Alice was next to me and Justin was opposite me.

"Anna, would you like to say grace?" Jeremy asked me, with a smile.

"Nope." I replied, my Mum sent a dirty look over to me.

"I'll do it!" Alice squealed, looking over to Justin and winking. She had already begged him to sit next to her, which he kindly turned down. But this is Alice. She doesn't stop until she gets what she wants. She seemed pretty annoyed as Justin was opposite me and not her but I could tell that wouldn't stop her.

"Dear God," she started. I don't know why she was doing this. I'm the only proper Christian in the family. See, a lot of stuff you don't know. "Thank you for this wonderful family, this amazing dinner and thank you for allowing us to start over here in Canada," she took a deep breath. "Amen."

"Amen." We all said, simultaneously. I dug into my spaghetti, not giving a damn what anyone thought. I had half out of my mouth when Justin interrupted my eating.

"Ari, pass me the salt," he asked, smirking. I ate what was half in and out of my mouth, then shook my head.

"Anna, pass him the salt," my Mum commanded. I rolled my eyes.

"Why? Salt on spaghetti is disgusting!" I argued.

"Just because you don't like salt, doesn't mean the whole world doesn't! Now pass Justin the salt!" She yelled at me. I groaned and threw the salt at him.

"I can't even eat in peace without getting yelled at!" I yelled back, standing up from my chair. "You all wonder why i act so cold, when it's all you!" I finished, storming away.

I hope Justin was happy with his stupid salt. Mum was happy with her stupid boyfriend and Alice was happy with her stupid Justin. I want to be with Dad. Dad's nice. He isn't mean, unless you're mean to him. But there's no need to be mean because he's always aware of you. He appears with cakes and chocolate and I can just watch movies with my brothers. I hate being here. I want my Dad!

I slammed my door shut and threw myself on my bed, groaning. I heard a knock on the door.

"Go away!" I yelled, into my pillow but hopefully whoever it was could here. The door swung open. "I said, go awa-" It was Justin. "What the heck do you want?" I yelled, throwing my pillow at him. He caught it.

"Hello to you Mrs Grumpy," Justin chuckled and came over, sitting on my bed at the end of my feet.

"Saying Mrs Grumpy implies I'm married, and I'm not!" I argued. "And just invite the whole neighbourhood, you don't need to ask if you're allowed in!" I shouted sarcastically.

"Good because I wasn't going to ask."

"You didn't."

"Then I proved my point."

I turned around to see a smirking Justin.

"You don't win, you know." I scoffed.

"I always win, I'm the King." I could sense the conceited dripping in his voice. I sat up.

"What makes you the King?" I asked.

"Every girl wants me," Justin replied, simply.

"I don't. I just like your hair," I said.

"Every girl likes one thing about me, your sister-"

"My sisters a slut." I rolled my eyes. Justin chuckled.

"No, I wouldn't say slut. She's eager."

"A hoe."

"Stop," Justin said, smiling. I looked up at him from my deathly glare at my knees.

"Why are you even here?" I sighed.

"I wanted to apologise," Justin replied.

"You wanted to? So you don't anymore?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Justin shrugged. "What's school like?" I asked, changing the subject. He shrugged again, but this time, he got up.

"Watch out for Savannah. You're pretty, she'll get you like a panda for a bamboo stick." And with that, he left. Leaving me curious.

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