Farrah Jones is a good girl. She doesn't drink or swear, and has the appropriate number of sweater in her wardrobe. Farrah believes she's finally left behind her dark past, but when she moves away with to a foster home in Stratford, Ontario she meets her new best friend. Her path to a new beginning is challenged by Stratford Central Secondary School's Walking One-Night Stand.

Justin Bieber, lean, cut, and tattoos, is exactly what Farrah wants- and needs- to avoid. He spends his days as the ultimate high school campus charmer. The moment he saw Farrah he saw something. Something beautiful. Something haunted. Something special. He tricks her into his everyday life, but if he wants to keep her in his life, he must overcome his demons and figure out hers.


14. Chapter Thirteen

                "I don't want to learn anything tonight." I sighed to Allie. "Nobody wants to learn anything at anytime." She laughed. "So true..." I agreed. She gave me a smug smile before we continued walking. 

                "Hello, girls." Luke grinned. "Sup, bro?" I said in the most boyish voice I could manage. 

                "You're something different." Luke said. I slapped his arm, saying, "Hey! I'm just like everyone else!" 

                "Yeah, okay," he winked. I stepped into the backseat while the lovely couple sat in the front seats. 

                "He's right, though, Farrah. You're not like everyone else." Allie turned around in her seat. Luke came to a stop. and Allie's body jerked forward a little. She scowled at Luke. "Sorry, baby." He tried not to laugh meanwhile I laughed my ass off in the back. 

                "Stop," she begged. I finally stopped after a few more moments. 

                "Please inform me of how I am not like every other girl. I have long hair. I wear make up. I have boobs." Luke choked when I said that. This time Allie was doing the laughing. 

                "Farrah," she began, "if you were like 'every other girl', as you claim you are..." She paused to think, her incomplete thought left hanging in the air. She turned back around to face me, "If Justin were pursuing them like he is you-" I stopped her there. 

                "Allie," I said calmly, "Justin isn't pursuing me. Tell her, Luke." I demanded. He glanced quickly at me through the rear view mirror but didn't say anything. 

                "Like I was saying- they would've dropped their panties then and there and have sex with him in the janitor's closet, but you, my dear, have not."

                "You don't put up with his shit." Luke added. 

                "So," I said. 

                "Never mind," Allie sighed. 

                Another minute later, we arrived home. I did as I always do, and thanked Luke and got out and went straight into the house while Allie stayed with Luke for an extra minute. 

                I'd have to have this study thing with Justin if I was going to understand this biology crap. I waited until an hour before Allie and I would leave to take a shower. 

                After my warm shower, I put on my favorite jean cut offs, a grey t-shirt that read "STANFORD" across the top, flip flops, and my glasses since I was too lazy to put my contacts back in. 

                "Ready?" I asked Allie. "Yeah, sure." She got up from the couch, turning the TV off when she did. 

                We walked into the garage, and Allie got into the driver's seat of her Honda. I took the passenger seat. 

                The entire way to the apartment complex, the stereo blasted whatever song played on XM. We sang along, loud. We even danced a little to the music. 

                Stepping out of the car, I fixed the strap of my bag on my shoulder. I grabbed my [Math and Bio] [note]books. Allie was touching up her lip gloss. I rolled my eyes as I said, "C'mon, Al. I don't want to walk up there alone."

                She fluffed her a little before she got out. "There's nothing to be afraid of, Farrah." She laughed. "They're not gonna bite."

                I shrugged. "It would be awkward." 

                "Here," she held out her hair brush, "fix your hair." 

                I rolled my eyes, but ran the brush through my, once again, tangled, wet hair. I fixed my glasses back on my nose. 

                "Much better," she grinned. I rolled my eyes... again. 

                We walked up the stairs and Allie knocked on the door. Luke answered. "'Sup?" He said. "Nothing much," we answered. He let us pass, and closed the door. 

                I noticed Justin emerge from his room before he came into the living room with a small bundle of clothes and said, "Oh, hey, I was about to take a shower. You can just go into my room." He was talking to me. 

                I nodded. Why did I nod? I didn't want to just wait for him in his room. "Before I could stop myself, I said, "Why would I want to go in your room? God knows what'd I'd be lying in!"

                "No girl has ever been in my room."

                "Oh, you've got to be kidding."

                "I'm not, I swear! I bag'em on the couch and then they leave." I cringed a little when he said, "bag'em" It... I just can't. 

                "So why do I get to go into your room?"

                It took him a moment before one corner of his mouth turned up, and he said, "Do you plan on having sex with me?"


                "That's why." He said, "now just get your cranky ass in there. I'll meet you in there after I take a shower." I sighed, but gave in. He led me to his room. "You can just sit on the bed. Do whatever, I guess." 

                I nodded and he left me alone. I dumped my books onto the center of the bed, and then myself. 

                I lied down and just waited for him to come back. I resisted the urge to snoop around. It sounded bad, but c'mon, it was interesting. His room was like mine: completely bare white walls. I hadn't touched them since they came in. Actually, I had hung up a Beatles poster, but that was about it. The only things that were there were his bed, dresser, and nightstand.

                I only had to wait a while before he came back. He was wearing red basketball shorts- no shirt on.  I rolled my eyes.


                He dried his hair with the towel, and when he was done, his hair is what Allie referred to as- sex hair. 


                "I will be after you put a shirt on."

                "Why? Am I distracting you, Pigeon?" He leaned in closer and spoke to me in deep, raspy voice.

                "Ha! You're least bit seducing." I almost spat. 

                "Whatever, Pidge." He said yanking a gray T-shirt on. I smiled, smugly, at him. He sat down next to me. He smelled like coconut. I tried to hide that I liked it, and it worked. I could only imagine what he'd do. 

                "Now, let's get started." He pulled the biology book from the ground, and I opened up mine in my lap. "Okay. So you have a pencil?" I asked. He didn't look up as he told me that I could find one in the first drawer of the nightstand. 

                I opened it, and I immediately pulled my hand away and slammed the drawer shut. He looked at questionably. 

                "Did you rob a health clinic or something?" I spat. He looked at me with wide eyes before he said, "Better safe than sorry," he shrugged. 

                I grabbed a pencil quickly, and tried to forget what just happened. 

                "Let's get this over with." I sighed, not knowing how this would turn out. 


                "Prometa Anatelo," Justin said. 

                "What?!" I looked at him like he was crazy. 

                "Like a women's name," he shrugged, "prophase, metaphase, anaphase, and telophase."

                "Oh, makes sense now." 

                "Yea, now teach me this crap!" He closed my notebook, and he slapped his math book on my lap. "Hey!"

                "Hi," he winked. 

                I rolled my eyes, but I didn't argue with him. 


                "I get it now," Justin said. "Good," I smiled. I knew I was annoying him because I kept going over the same example but I couldn't help myself from having fun with it. 

                "I understood it the second time you went over with it." He said. 

                "I know," I smirked. "Bitch," he muttered under his breath. "What was that?" I asked even though I knew the answer. "Nothing." He said, "You hungry, Pigeon?" 

                "Yea, a little."

                "Alright, want to go out and eat something?" 

                "Not after last time," I said. 

                "Okay, then, I'll just make a frozen pizza." 

                "Okay," I said. I followed him out the door. Allie and Luke were cuddled up in the love seat sofa. I was a little worried as to which one to sit on. 

                "Whatcha waiting on?" Luke looked at me. 

                "You heard him. He said he bags'em on the couch." 

                "That one," he pointed to the recliner. "Sit on that one, I mean. It's good... enough." I smiled at him, appreciatively. 

                We waited almost an hour for the pizza to cook and then we all ate with a small salad. 

                "Bye," Allie and I both said. I quickly walked to the car while she said bye to her boyfriend.

                I turned the radio on after I turned the car on. I blasted the radio that was currently playing I Won't Give Up.  I sang along while a waited for Allie. 



















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