Feels Like Home

"Sometimes home isn't a place...sometimes it's a person."

17 year old Harper has to completely start over when her dad and his new girlfriend decide to move to a new, much smaller town, and take her with them. She's absolutely miserable, wanting nothing more than to stay in her home with her school and her friends and everything that's familiar. But will that all change when she meets the ever so arrogant Justin Bieber, who's determined to make her like him? Hmm...maybe this move would'nt be so bad after all.

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10. Chapter 10

The rest of the afternoon seemed to drag on forever. I hunkered down in the bathroom until the bell for 3rd block rang, signaling the end of lunch.

 

When I got to Ms. Peterson’s room, I made a bee-line for the usually empty desks in the back of the room, instead of the seats Brittany and I usually sat in. I just couldn’t handle dealing with her; I didn’t know what she would have to say about Collin, or Justin, or me for that matter.

 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and set it on top of the desk in front of me. I stared at it as I waited for the right words to come to me. I wanted to text Justin, to know what he said to the administrators or what was happening. But at the same time he was already mad at me. Fuck.

 

I continued to stare at the blank screen as the classroom slowly filled up with other students still talking about the fight. As selfish as it seemed, I was suddenly grateful that for the first time, the gossip wasn’t about me.

 

“Harper!” I heard someone yell, scaring the shit out of me. I jumped and looked up to see Brittany approaching me, nothing but pure anger on her face. “What the fuck just happened?” she spat out as she took the empty desk in front of me.

 

“I, uh...what are you talking about?” I sputtered.

 

“That fucking psycho Bieber, that’s what I’m talking about!” she yelled, catching the attention of a few other people around us. “What the fuck was that for?”

 

“Oh! Yeah, I um...I really don’t know,” I lied, trying my hardest to sound sincere.

 

“Well, what happened?” she asked again. “You were sitting with him. Did he say anything? Why did he just randomly attack Collin?”

 

“I, um...I don’t---” I was suddenly cut off by Ms. Peterson speaking above us from the front of the class.

 

“Brittany, if you could take your seat, please,” she called out to us. “I would like to drop the drama and get on with the lesson.”

 

Brittany shot me a glare before slowly standing up and walking back to her usual seat. I sighed with relief as Ms. Peterson began rambling on about today’s lesson, which had something to do with physics.

 

I pretended to pay attention and scribble bullshit notes as I continued to think about Justin, and what I could possibly say to him. And finally, after about 20 minutes, the best I could come up with was:

 

To Justin: Are you okay?

 

And then the waiting game continued. I carried on pretending to pay attention, though I checked my phone for new messages every minute. The minutes carried on until the bell rang, signaling the end of 3rd block. I pulled my phone out one last time, only to find that there was still no new message.

 

I couldn’t hold in my frustration much longer. I gathered my things and shoved them in my backpack, and followed the rest of the class out into the hallway. But instead of walking to my next class, I went outside. No one’s gonna notice I’m gone, I told myself as I pulled the car keys out of my bookbag. Everyone is still going on and on about the fight. No one will notice.

 

In less than 10 minutes, I was passing the road  that leads to my driveway. Normally I would have gone home, then snuck over to Justin’s bedroom. But I knew that my dad and Stephanie were home, and the last thing I needed was to get into more trouble with my dad. So I travelled around the corner, where Justin’s driveway was.

 

His driveway wasn’t nearly as long as mine was, although his house was still deep in the woods like mine. Once I pulled up to his house, this first thing that I noticed was his Range Rover. Thankfully there were no other cars in the driveway, so I knew neither of his parents were home. I climbed out of the car, practically running up to the front door. I knocked on the door, loud and hard, and waited.

 

I noticed my foot tapping impatiently. Although it felt like several minutes, it was probably only another 30 seconds before I knocked again, louder than before. And still, after another minute, there was no answer. God dammit, Justin.

 

I pursed my lips, considering my options. Instead of knocking again, I decided to walk around to the back of the house, where Justin’s room was located. He was gonna talk to me whether he liked it or not.

 

I peeked into his window on the lower floor, and saw him lying on the bed. It looked like the TV was on, though he wasn't watching it. I gave the glass 3 quick, nervous knocks.

 

“Go away,” he yelled, not even looking in my direction.

 

Instead of listening to him like I probably should have, I knocked again. “I'm not going anywhere,” I yelled. When he still didn't even bother to acknowledge my existence, I started knocking non-stop. “I'll just keep knocking until you open the window,” I said with a sarcastic smile.

 

After a few moments he finally jumped up off the bed. He unlocked the window, still without looking me in the eye, then turned back and sat down on the bed.

 

I pushed the window open and awkwardly climbed in, nearly falling on my ass as I made my way through. “Don't hurt yourself,” he muttered, staring at the ceiling.

 

I nervously sat down beside him on the bed, not sure of what to say. “You're supposed to be at school,” he said flatly. He started tossing a tennis ball, that I hadn't noticed was in his hand, towards the ceiling. Still he wouldn't look at me.

 

“Well you wouldn't text me back,” I said with a shrug. “I got worried. I wanted to come see you.”

 

“Yeah, well you shouldn't have,” he said, still tossing the ball up and down.

 

For some reason his words hurt more than they should have. I gritted my teeth together. “Well, we're friends. That's what we're supposed to do,” I answered simply. I decided, when he continued to ignore me, to just get to the point. “So...what happened?” I asked softly.

 

He let out a long sigh. “I got suspended for the rest of the week. Lost prom privileges or whatever,” he scoffed. “Probably grounded too, my parents said they would talk to me when they get home. So...yeah,” he finally looked at me, then gave me a sarcastic smile.

 

“I'm sorry,” I apologized. And I really meant it, I didn't want him to get involved like this. “What did you say to them?” I couldn't help but to ask; I didn't want the cops to get involved.

 

He sighed, slowly looking back up to the ceiling and continuing to throw the ball. “I told them what happened,” he said simply with a shrug. “I told them...that one of my friends said he assaulted them. And that they weren't going to do anything about it. So I handled it.” He gave me a pointed look, and I gave him a smile.

 

I could hear the double meaning to his words, and it was music to my ears. He didn't tell them exactly what happened, or who it happened to. “Thank you, Justin.”

 

He just gave me a nod as he stared at me. His eyes searched mine for something, though I’m not sure he found it. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, turning his attention back to tossing the ball. “What are friends for, right?”

 

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hey guys! so i hope you enjoyed this chapter! i'm so sorry that it took so long to get it posted. but we finally got everything settled in our new home so i'm hoping that i'll be posting more frequently! i definitely have to motivation for it now. also go check out my new story, The Arrangement! I only have 2 chapters posted and it's pretty slow so far, but i have sooooooo much planned for that story also! I'm super excited! leave me comments, likes, whatever, just tell me what you think! I love you guys, thank you so much for being so patient with me while i take forever to write! <3

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