Change

Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez both live in St.Stevens Orphanage and, had never been fond of each other. They were both completely different, she was a quiet shy girl and he was a loud big headed jerk. Until something changes. When school pressure kicks in Justin goes to Selena for some help and nothing is the same again.

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 Selena's POV:

 I sat impatiently brushing my hair, waiting for a knock on the door. Finally it happened. I slowly stood up, checking my freshly put on make up looked okay. I swung the door open as he smiled at me, I turned as he followed slowly behind and shut the door.

 "You put make up on?" He asked, I nodded. I passed him the slice of toast and plate I brought up for him. "Thanks gorgeous." I giggled and carried on brushing my hair as he sat next to me, chewing at his toast.

"What did Betty say then?"

"Oh, nothing really." He replied after swallowing his last mouthful. I turned and frowned.

"She obviously did." I chuckled. He wrapped his arm around my waist a threw me back against my pillow.

"I can't tell you." He whispered as he arched his body over mine. I rolled my eye. "Don't make me feel bad."

"Then tell me." I frowned with puppy dog eyes. He laughed and bent down and pecked my lips slowly.

"I can't." He then dived in more forcefully this time, hurtling his tongue into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as his body was fully on top of mine. After he pulled away he kissed my neck slowly, making me melt. He looked up at me, I smiled. His whole face softened as our eye sight connected.

"Was it to do with me." I said breaking the necessary silence.

"N-No." He stuttered, still gazing at me. I sat up by slightly pushing him off. I grabbed my phone and I saw I had a text from Ari, Taylor and mines group chat. "What?" He asked, I glanced back at him. He stared curiously trying to figure me out. He couldn't. I mean, I shouldn't be annoyed, it's none of my business, right?

"Nothing." I lied as I unlocked my phone. He stood up and grabbed my waist, and spun me to face him.

"I want to tell you." He said quickly as I tried to escape, but he held me tightly. "I just can't."

"There's no one stopping you." I panted, as I finished squirming around like a fish above water. He looked down. His phone pinged just in time, as he yanked it out he stared up at me.

"The bus is here." He mumbled, as he finally freed me from his grasp. I stared at him in pure confusion, I knew this was about me, and what had happened.

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