The Unexpected Miracle

Justin Bieber, the new kid in school doesn't fit in very well. Every one thinks that he's the little nerd that everyone can just pick on. When one popular girl gets teamed up with him for a school project, will she see his real personnality?
*COMPLETED! Sequel out! It's called: "If You Spread Your Wings"!*


1. The Project

Justin's P.O.V

As I walked in school, I already had dirty looks from all around. This couldn't get any difficult. Why does everybody hates me? It's kind of like:

'Hey bro! I don't know you and I don't care so I'm going to bully you!'

Yeah, that's my life. I'm Justin Bieber, I'm from Canada/Stratford where I am presently studying. I'm 18 years old, yes I missed a year and I live in total hell. If you would like to get bully 24/7, call me! Simple as that. I took my books out of my locker, I had Biologie. What a great start. 

As I walked up to the classroom, there he was. James Hampton, the biggest nightmare in school. His reputation was pretty good. 

'I take a girl, I use her. I change the girl every night and start over'.

Here's a good definition. He was storming right up to me. I started walking faster and slightly running. He blocked me and smirked.

"Look who's running to class? You thought you could escape me Bieber" He laughed. 
"Make it quick" I said squeezing my eyes. 

I felt a huge pain in my ribs. I coughed and he stormed off. I couldn't take this anymore. 


I wish I could have just screamed that, but beeing as shy as me, forget it. I walked in the classroom trying hard to stand straight.I sat down in relief. This felt so much better.

Taylor's P.O.V

I may be popular, but bullying isn't my thing. Not at all. I actually have a little crush for this guy in my Biologie class. Justin Bieber. He's so cute and sweet. But the fact that he's a nerd, it would ruin my reputation. As he walked in, I could see the pain in his eyes. James... 

"Hello class!" Miss. Brigues welocomed us. "Today, we are starting a new project which you will work in pairs of two. You will work out of school and no changing partners" She smiled.

Who the hell was I going to be paired up this time? Okay, to be honnest, I'm a straight 'A' student. So being paired with James Hampton was a horrible time. He kept flirting with me, it was digusting. 

"Maya and Kyle. James and Kylie. Justin and Taylor..." And she kept going on. 

So this wasn't going to be as bad as I expected. It's fine actually. I was day dreaming when Miss. Brigues caught me out of my gaze with her high pitched voice.

"So, arange your self with your partner" She said.

Justin's P.O.V

The hottest, and mostly sweet girl was paired with me. I was just so scared. I wished I'd be like:

'Nothing's wrong, I'm the Biebs'

But everything's like:

'Oh shit! Everything is wrong! I'm the Biebs'

As she walked up to me, I got scared. I tried to act normal. Relax Justin, she's just the most popular girl in school. What the hell? How am I even helping myself?

"Hey" She said sweetly.
"Hey" I smiled.
"So, do you want to get started tonight?" She asked.
"Sure, who's place?" I asked.
"Oh, mine. If it's ok with you" She said with a smile.
"Sure" I said in my own gaze. 

This is going to be awesome!

*After School*

We were in the bus waiting silently for her bus stop. It wasn't awkward, just confortable. The pain in my ribs just got heavier to support. I tried to hide it, but it's getting pretty hard. We walked out of the bus, and walked up to her house. It was huge. I don't even think I'll find myself in it. 

We entered her house and I looked around, impressed. This was so much bigger than my place. Who was still not quite little. She told me to drop my bag next to the entrance, which I did. 

"Can I sit down for a second" I asked in pain. 
"Sure, are you ok?" She asked.
"Yeah" I said olding my ribs.

This just hurted so much. I sat down on the couch and took deep breaths in and out. I couldn't live like this anymore. It hurted my own self. 

"Lay down" She ordered.

I lay down confused. She putted a cousin behind my head before slightly pulling my shirt up. Oh no! Don't look the ribs! They are probably purple! 

"Who did this" She asked.
"Is it that hard to find the answer" I asked. 

She slowly brushed the tips of her cold fingers on my ribs. It felt actually good. She took a look. Her hand kept brushing which made me sigh of relief. Thank you god! Finally someone who respects me!

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