In the afternoon there are three more lessons we need to go trough. The first one is English again with Mr Sykes. It's not too bad. We have to make a book report, something that I love to do. We can choose a book from the list Mr Sykes hands out. When I see the shining from Stephen King I make my choice.
"Stephen King?" Andy asks with a knowing grin.
"What did you expect." I grin.
"Shut the fuck up Schweppes girl." Andy laughs. "Choose which book I picked."
"That's such a stupid question. I know which one." I say with rolling eyes, small smile on my lips.
"Tell me then, if you are so sure." He raises his right eyebrow.
"Brother, I know you." I exclaim. "Fine!" I grumble when he pouts at me. "You are going to read Harry fucking Potter."
Don't get me wrong, I really love the series but my brother really is a Harry Potter freak. He is in Slytherin. He made me do the test too on Pottermore. I got Hufflepuff. He always laughs at me for it when he gets the chance and that's the thing I hate about it.
"Wow, sis. You know me too well." He says with fake surprise. "Little Hufflepuff."
"Shut the fuck up. I rather be in Hufflepuff than in fucking Slytherin." I snap, giving my brother a playful slap against the head. "Loser."
"I am in Hufflepuff too. Can we be friends now?" I hear Bieber chime in from behind me.
"As if! In Hufflepuff there are only people who would offer themselves up if it means saving someone else. I don't exactly see you do a thing like that." I don't even turn around to look at him.
"It's not fair. You've known me only for half a day. You don't know a single thing about me." Justin sounds a little hurt and a pang of guilt goes trough me.
"You are right. Sorry." I say, now looking straight at him.
"I don't know if I can forgive you." A malicious grin starts to spread on his face and I almost regret apologizing. "Be my date to the party this Friday." He continues and yes, here is the regret, knocking at my door.
"No. I won't be your date, Bieber." I say with rolling eyes.
"Oh baby, my family name never sounded so sweet on anyone's tongue." Bieber mocks and I stick said tongue out at him. Very grown-up, I know. "Come to the party as my company? Together with your brother." He then proposes.
With a questioning look I observe my brother. Of course he nods immediately. Andy loves parties.
"I guess I don't have a choice since my brother wants to go." I say with a little sigh. A party isn't too bad and maybe I can meet a bunch of other people to talk to and make fun with. Justin has a victorious smile on his face that I want to wack off. What is it about him that annoys me so damn much?
"Like what you see, Bambi?" Justin asks with a wink. Oh, right, there is that.
The music class is very big. A couple of instruments are displayed in the front of the room.
"So, have you guys have any musical talent?" The music teacher is truly the weirdest teacher thus far. He has his hair dyed grey. His body is full colorful tattoos, his name is Mr Bell and he acts a little crazy. He literally jumped on the piano and he is looking down at us with a smile on his face. I decide I like him already.
"I sing a little and that's about it." My brother says with a shrug.
"Don't think so low of yourself brother! Your voice sounds amazing." I say while slapping him on the arm. He rubs said arm with a frown before smiling proudly. "And I play the piano." I say now my attention back on the teacher.
"Would you mind playing something for us?" The teacher sounds really curious and my brother takes my hand to pull me to my feet. I watch him with big, unbelieving eyes.
"Let's do this, honeybear." He whispers very silently. He used to call me that whenever I was afraid to sleep at night. A smile as large as the Grand Canyon covers my face before I nod my head.
We walk to the piano and the teacher jumps back on the ground, choosing to sit on his desk instead. Andy and I agree to sing 'Lost It All'*. I can't help the tears from streaming over my cheeks. It's about our parents' dead after all.
When the last note dies in the room, I dry my tears and put a smile back on my face. An applause rolls trough the classroom and Andy bows while I just laugh like an idiot.
"Yes, there is a lot of talent in you two. Who wrote the lyrics?" The teacher's eyes twinkle with enthusiasm.
"We did it together." Andy says with a smile reserved for me only.
"Well done. You can go back to your places now." Mr Bell says it with a waving motion. A grin plastered on his lips.
As soon as my butt touches the chair, Bieber kicks it.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask, irritated. That's a thing I really hate, people kicking my chair. Justin's smile betrays his amusement and it irritates me even more.
"You are beautiful behind a piano. I wonder what it would be like to fuck you on one." The playful glint in his eyes makes me shiver. My eyes wander to Andy for some rescue but he is talking with Caleb.
"Shut the fuck up, Bieber." An angry frown forms on my forehead.
"I'm looking forward to the moment you scream it, cute little lamb." He wiggles his eyebrows and I decide to just ignore him.
How the fuck am I planning to let him fall in love with me? He is a fucking player inside and out.
Thank you so much for reading!!!
I hope the story is a bit good. It's just me trying to make a playboy Justin story as experiment since it's my first Bieber fanfic.
Normally I do Harry Potter or when I was younger Tokio Hotel. (I'm 21 now)
But I have to say, I like Justin. ^^
*Lost it all: