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.


34. Chapter Thirty-Three

"Farrah," Allie jumped on me. "Get up. It's 8:00." 

I groaned. "I'm too tired. Tell Diane and Jon that I'm sick." 

"I bet you're tired. You came home at around three." Allie wiggled her eyebrows. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, but on the inside I was smiling like a fool. I rolled over onto my stomach, and pulled the covers up over my head. 

"C'mon," Allie sat on me. "Tell me. You said you would." I knew she was doing her big puppy eyes and pouting her lip even without looking. 

"If you tell me, I'll tell mom and dad that you're not feeling well." 

"Fine," I mumbled against the pillow. "I'm only agreeing, though, because I couldn't breathe with you sitting on me." 

"Whatever makes you feel better." Allie says laying next to me. I sit up and throw the comforter to my feet. 

"Okay, well, he first called me around midnight asking if I wanted to do something; I said that I should be asleep..." I went on to tell her the rest but stopped when it came to Justin's confession. 

"Jumping off a bridge sure sounds exhilarating!" Allie said. "What happened after that?" 

"Well, um," I stood up. "We went somewhere private so we could talk. Actually, he did most of the talking." I chuckled a little but Allie stayed watching me, only cracking a small smile. 

"Well, he told me that he," I took a deep breath and let it out. "He told me that he kind of, sort of, loves me." 

Oh, Jesus. That was harder to say. 

"That's all he said?" Allie cocked her head a bit. 

"What do you mean that's all?" I asked. That's pretty big. "I already knew that. You'd have to be pretty damn oblivious to not have figured that out already." Allie said it all like it was nothing. 

I stayed silent, looking at my feet. 

"Please don't tell me that you didn't know."

"It's not that I didn't know. I kind of knew already. He told me before that he cared about me..." 

"Whatever; so what happened next?" Allie leaned forward onto her elbows. "I called Collin and said that I couldn't see him anymore." I admitted truthfully. 

"Wow." Allie gawked at me. "So, are you two officially a thing?"

"Well, I mean he didn't ask, but I think we are." I shrugged, and went to use the bathroom. 

Allie tapped the door twice and then said, "I'm going to go downstairs. Feel better. Wink!" She laughed; I could hear her saunter her way out of my room. 

I washed my hands thorough and jumped back into bed, preparing myself to act the part of being sick. I snuggled into my blankets. I closed my eyes and soon enough I was asleep. 


I felt like I had been sleeping for hours when I woke up. I looked at my fully charged phone on my nightstand. 10:15. 

That meant the house was empty considering the service started at ten. 

I decided I was going to take a shower and have sometime to myself. 

As I was washing myself in the shower I was working out an agenda to keep me busy for the next hour and a half. 

After I shut the water off, I wrung my hair out gently and wrapped a soft, white towel around my chest. 

Fuck it was cold. 

I'd have to remind myself to turn up the heat a tad so that I wouldn't be so cold. 

I opened my bathroom door and waddled over the carpet to my dresser. 

"Boo!" A pair of hands squeezed my sides, almost making me drop the towel. 

I screamed and turned around. "Justin!" I swatted his head.

"Fuck, Pigeon," he laughed while rubbing his head. 

Justin snaked an arm around my waist and planted a big kiss on my lips. Seconds later, he stopped and rested his forehead on mine. "I'd rather hear you screaming my name in bed." 

"You're gross," I frowned and pushed him away so that I could pick out an outfit. 

"Aww, c'mon," Justin followed me around my room, "you know I was just messing around with you."

He pulled me against him. "

"Maybe I should start locking those doors," I smirked. 

"As if," Justin pressed his lips against mine urgently. It got heated pretty quickly if I may say so myself. 

He tugged at the towel just begging me to allow it to sink to the floor and pool at my feet. 

"Don't," I stopped before I did anything stupid. 

I moved away from him once more and stalked into the bathroom to change. 

"You can't continue teasing me forever," Justin groaned on the other side of the door. 

I rolled my eyes. I started putting my clothes on, but I noticed one complication. 

"Justin," I called through the door. 

"What?" He replied. 

I sighed. I didn't think I would ever have to ask him this. "Can you go into my dresser and fetch me some underwear?"

I could hear him choke and then clear his throat. "Uhm, yeah, of course." As much as he tried to sound composed and mature, I knew that he had a big smirk plastered on his face. 

"You mean this Sunday school teacher underwear?" 

Why did he always have to make something a struggle?

I said yes, and that I would open the door just an inch just so that he could pass the garment through to me. 

"I don't know, maybe you should come out here."

Again, he was making it more complicated than needed. 

If he wanted to play games, he should've bought a PlayStation; I decided I'd be a player in his little ploy. 

I pulled my sweatpants up to waist. It took me a second, or two, to get used to feeling of no underwear under my trousers. 

I opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. 

"So you did have underwear?" Justin tilted his head to the left. "Nope." I walked out of the room and started towards the staircase. 

"You mean you're just wearing pants, and no underwear...?" 

"Someone is very smart," I grinned. 

"Yeah. You definitely aren't." He countered. I shrugged and sat down in one of the sofas in the living room. 

"Make me food?" I batted my lashes innocently. 

"How about no?" 

"Meanie," I pouted like a three year old. "I'm sick and you won't make me food." Half of it was true. 

Justin came close to my face and softly nibbled my bottom lip. "You know you're really cute when you pout." 

"Get out of my face," I joked. "Why?" He crawled over me. "Because your face is ugly," I taunted. "Oh really? If my face is ugly than yours is too." Justin started tickling me. 

"No..." I yelled. "Stop!" My gut started hurting. "Please!" I started wiggling around, desperate for him to stop. "Say my face isn't ugly," Justin demanded. 

"My face isn't ugly!" 

"You think you're so funny, don't you?" He pinned my hands above my head. "Actually... I do!" I said between breaths.

"You and your smartass comebacks."

I wiggled some more, trying to free myself. 

"God, Farrah, stop moving." He groaned and stopped touching my sides. 

"Not until you move your fat ass of me." I poked fun at him, still squirming. 

I guess he finally had enough of my antics because he took my hips into his hands and held them still, hard. "Your rubbing up against my crotch," Justin grumbled, almost whimpered.

"Oh," I felt my cheeks get really hot. "Yeah," He took deep breaths. "I thought I'd have to stop you before... you know." He gave me that look. 

"Good idea," I agreed to his decision looking down at my hands. 

"You were also doing all of that without having underwear on under your sweatpants." 

If my face wasn't on fire yet, it is now. 

"Not to mention that they are kind of... thin." 

"Shut up," I kicked him in his hip. "Okay, okay." Justin held his hands up in mock surrender. "That hurt, by the way." 

"Sucks to suck," I stuck my tongue out at him. 

"I think it needs a kiss to make it feel better." Justin winked at me. 

"I will not kiss your hip: I would not want to put my face so close to your dick."

"Yet you'll rub all up on it? Okay."

I'd honestly have had too much of this today. 

"Can you please leave?" I asked. 

"What? Why? Is it because of the jokes?" Justin looked so confused. I didn't answer but I think my silence was enough. "They're fucking jokes, Pigeon." He stood up. "One second, we're fine and laughing, but the next, you're all serious. Like what the actual fuck?"

God, he's giving me headaches. I rubbed my temples. Maybe I would actually end up sick today. 

An incoming phone call interrupted my thoughts. 

I picked up my phone to see who it was. The number was blocked. 

"What the fuck?" I answered the call me waited to be connected. 'Go' I mouthed to Justin and pulled my knees to my chest. He didn't move. 


I started to feel sick at the sound of his voice. 

"I need money. Are you there? Farrah? Baby?" 

"No. No. No." I started hyperventilating. I threw my phone against the wall. 

I was going to throw up. I scurried to hallway bathroom. 

I knelt down over the toilet, and all the contents in my stomach came rising up into my mouth. I let it all out into the porcelain bowl. And when I thought that I was done, I started vomiting again. 

Justin pulled my hair back with an elastic even thought the ends were soaked in spew. 

I groaned afterwards and flushed the toilet. I sat on the cold tile while Justin stared at me. Every few minutes I would gag and I thought that I'd throw up, but I'd only dry-heave. 

"Let's get off this floor." Justin hoisted me up off the ground. "Do you think you can stand up so that I can wash your hair in the sink?" 

I nodded, feeling so weak, both mentally and physically. All that heaving did for me was leave a buzz, and not the good kind. 

I sat in a chair rather than stand when Justin started washing my hair. After, he gave me some mouthwash. "I think you'll want this." 

I gave him an appreciative smile in return. 

I don't think that I can speak anymore. 

I gargled and swished the minty liquid in my mouth for thirty seconds before I spit it back out into the sink. 

"Let's get you to lie down." 

After a brief dispute featuring a lot if head shaking, he carried me up to my room. 

He left the room for a few minutes but came back with a glass of water and my phone. "The screen is kind of cracked, but I think it should work." He set it on the night stand for me. 

"I'm going to go; you can call me when you feel better. I'll tell Allie to check up on you when she gets ho-" 

Justin, I called but he kept rambling. I wasn't even sure if I had even opened my mouth. "Stay." 

I knew I had said that aloud because he stopped mid-sentence. 


"Stay with me... please." My voice cracked. 

I felt so defeated. He had only uttered nine words, but it was enough to overwhelm me and make me sick. Why? How did he even get my cell phone number? That meant that he knew where I lived now. 

I have to get relocated. 

I can't have him finding me. 

A small kiss on my shoulder made me forget everything I was thinking about. 

I hadn't even realized that he had gotten into bed with me. 

"Hold me," I whispered so quietly that I wasn't sure if he had heard me. 

But he had. 

He moved closer to me and held my hand, intertwining our fingers. He crossed his arms over my stomach. I have never felt so secure in my life. 

Scratch that: I have. 

Tucker had given me that feeling of being safe, guarded, protected. 

But that was all gone. 

Dammit. How did he find my cell phone number?




So, I'm back up on my updating game yay. I really feel the need to just update bc I didn't update for a long time so you can expect a lot of updates.

XoxO daisey yo


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