Jumping out of bed, Anna tiptoed to the window, and slid it open. She had no idea how he'd managed to get up there in the first place, the only thing she could concentrate on was the smile on his face as he looked at her. His entire face was lit up, and despite how nervous Anna was that her mom was suddenly going to walk in her room, she couldn't help but smile back.
"What are you doing?" She whispered, grabbing his arm and helping him through the window. He landed on her carpet softly, making no noise. He grinned at her and pulled her in to a hug.
"I'm making sure you know exactly how I feel about you. When I'm with you, Anna, I can't think of anything else." He spoke softly, breaking away from the hug and looking in to her eyes again.
Anna smiled at him, her face unable to hide just how happy he made her.
"I'm in my pajamas!" She muttered, horrified. He held her at arms length and looked her up and down.
"You're gorgeous." He replied.
After her pulling her close again for a bone-melting kiss, he wished her goodnight, shimmied down the wall of her house and dropped on to the grass below. She waved to him as she watched him walk away, her entire body tingling. She loved how he made her feel, but suddenly having so much to lose worried her.
The next morning, Anna woke up smiling. She lazily flipped on to her stomach, and grabbed her phone from the bedside table. She had one new text message.
'Good Morning Beautiful Girl, I've been able to rearrange my day a little, can I pick you up at 12?' It read. Anna hugged her phone to her chest quickly, before typing out her response. She checked the time, it was 11.30! Damnit! Suddenly blessed with the speed of a hyperactive cheetah, Anna jumped in the shower, washed her hair, brushed her teeth and was out of the bathroom in 5 minutes flat. At least, that's what she thought. Looking at the time again, it was 11.50. In a state of panic, she pulled out her hair dryer and tried to coax her unruly hair in to submission. It didn't work. She quickly brushed on a coat of mascara, some bronzer and a slick of clear lip gloss, and braided her hair. She assessed her handiwork in the mirror. Well, she was no Megan Fox, but she'd do. Glancing at the time, it was 11.59. Changing in to a cute pair of shorts and a t-shirt, she spritzed on some perfume, and then froze in horror as the doorbell rang, cringing at the sound of her mom's footsteps going to answer it.
"Oh my God!" Anna shrieked.
"Anna!" Her mom called. "There's a young man here to see you!"
Anna's face went from lightly bronzed to deep pink. She heard the front door close and the sound of her mother's laughter. Justin seemed to be charming her, too. She pulled on her Converse and ran downstairs, her mother and Justin were chatting at the kitchen table. He looked gorgeous in a plain white T-shirt and shorts, a glass of orange juice in his hand.
"There she is!" Elaine beamed. Anna smiled awkwardly at both of them. Her mom clearly didn't realise the boy in her kitchen. Anna was grateful for that.
"Your mom's just been telling me about your application for Brown! That's amazing, Anna." Justin smiled at her over the edge of his glass.
"It's just an application right now. The acceptance rate is like, 9%, so I'm trying not to get my hopes up." She responded. The fact was she already had her hopes up, Brown was the dream, the culmination of all her hard work. But she refused to let anyone see just how much she wanted it, in case it didn't work out. Kind of like how she started out with Justin, she was afraid to let him know much she wanted him. But now she'd admitted it to herself, she never wanted to let him go.
"Are you ready?" She asked him. He gulped down his orange juice and thanked Anna's mom. Then he stretched out his hand. Self-conscious because her mom was there, watching every move she made, Anna hesitated. But then she looked in to those dark amber eyes and found herself reaching for him, with a soppy smile on her face.
"You guys have fun, okay?" Elaine called from the kitchen.
They walked outside, and the first thing Anna saw was a dark blue sports car. It was beautiful, but not so extravagant that people would take too much notice of it. Justin held open the door for her, and Anna smiled. He was a gentleman, and she loved being treated like a lady. He slipped in beside her and started the engine.
"You ready?" he grinned, his eyes flashing.
"You bet I am!" She replied. They took off, and Anna was mesmerised by the speed of the car, she watched houses, trees, fields and rivers fly by, as quick as a flash. Justin was humming softly to himself, and kept reaching over to squeeze her knee or tuck her hair behind her ear. Little, affectionate touches that made Anna's heart swell, and calmed her fears. Soon, they pulled on to a sandy path, the car jostled her around a little, and she looked over at Justin, who had the biggest smile on his face. He glanced over at her and winked.
Anna tore her eyes away from his and saw the most beautiful beach stretched out in front of them. Completely deserted, the sun sparkling off the deep blue water, the sand golden and warm. Anna clasped her hands together and bounced excitedly in her seat.
"It's a private beach, we won't be disturbed here. We'll be alone." Justin said seriously. Anna peeked nervously at him, as he concentrated on the road. What did he mean? Surely he didn't expect her to sleep with him, did he? She may like him a lot, but that was a huge deal. One that she wasn't sure she was ready for. She'd only known him for two days. Anna tried to push the thought out of her mind. He couldn't be expecting something like that, so soon? Could he?
The beach was magnificent, he'd set up a picnic on the sand, and they ate, drank and laughed. Anna's nervousness had disappeared.
"This is so nice." He sighed, leaning his head back. "I don't get to do this as often as I'd like to." His T-shirt was off, and Anna couldn't help admiring the slabs of hard muscle underneath his skin, his tattoos, and the beads of moisture on his belly. He was a god, Anna decided.
Unsure what to say, she placed her hand on his neck, and leaned in for a kiss. He responded quickly, placing his hand on the small of her back and flipping her on to the sand. He leaned over her playfully, his arms on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles on her skin. He leaned down, kissed her again and then laid next to her, his hand clasping hers, bringing them both to the spot on his chest over his heart. Anna suddenly felt uneasy, like she was being watched. She sat up, looked around and frowned. Nobody to be seen. Odd.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked, shielding his eyes with his free hand. Anna sighed. She was imagining things.
"I'm great. I'm with you." She smiled, settling down to next to him.
When she returned a few hours later, Anna was the happiest she'd ever been, Justin kissed her and promised to call her after the show. She flopped on to her bed and recalled the afternoon they'd spent together. They'd had a playfight in the sea, Justin tearing towards her, sending sprays of water in to the air, looking like a God of the sea. He'd picked her up and threw her in the water, jumping on top of her and kissing her until she was breathless and dizzy. She still couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, but Justin eased her mind so much, she didn't care. She was happy, and she was dating the best guy in the world.
Anna woke with a start, her heart pounding in her ears. It was early morning. She scrambled across the bed and grabbed her phone. 14 text messages from Lily, nothing from Justin. What the hell? Opening the text messages, Anna felt a sliver of ice cold fear settle in to her stomach.
'Oh my god, Anna, you're dating Justin Bieber?'
'I can't believe you didn't tell me!'
'I'm pissed at you, I can't believe I had to see it in the newspaper instead of hearing it from you!'
Anna clicked off the text messages, her head beginning to ache. Reluctantly, she opened up the browser on her phone and Googled Justin's name.
The first hit was a picture of them fighting in the sea below the headline 'Playboy Justin is at it again!'.