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.


3. Chapter Two


              “What are you talking about?” I asked Luke. He shook his head. “It’s no-thing really. He asked me to bring you over when I come over tonight.” Allie shrugged. “Ew no!” I said. “He knows you’re off limits.” Allie said. “So?”


              “You’re coming.” Allie said. I sighed. I wasn’t going to win. After lunch proceeded more classes. I went straight to my locker to see what class I had. Okay, I had biology. The one class that I didn’t have with Allie; of course it would be Biology.


              I grabbed my bio book and little map of the school and tried to find my Biology Class. Okay this won’t be too bad. I walked down a long corridor, trying to see if I was at the right spot. Nope. Okay, I just needed to tag along with somebody. The bell rang signifying that classes were to begin and everybody rushed into their classes. I was late,. I’m not making a good first impression on my Bio teacher.


              I walked up the stairs and down another hallway. Calculus, Music, English1, and Art were the classes down this hallway. I sighed. I needed some water. I walked to the last water fountain I saw. I walked back down the stairs and it was there. I took a big gulp and then another. A hand was felt on the small of my back. I jumped up and turned around. An amused Justin was standing in front of me. I rolled my eyes, and took one last sip of water. “Are you stalking me?” I asked him. “What?” He seemed surprised. “Do you not know what ‘stalking’ means?” I talked to him as if he were a child. He smirked. “No,” he said in the same voice I was using, “I always skip Biology,”


              Great, we had the same class.


              He straightened his back and began talking again in his normal voice, “well, I get there late anyways. I like to go for a short joyride on my bike during lunch break. I usually miss the first few minutes. And besides, I saw you and thought I’d come over and chat.” “How’d you know it was me, if I was hunched over to take a sip of water?”


              “Easy, I could spot your ass anywhere.” He smirked. My eyes widened. He laughed. I rolled my eyes, and walked away. I didn’t know where to go, but I’d try again to find the Biology Classroom.


              “Hey, wait up!” Justin said from behind me. I kept walking. He unfortunately ran and caught up to me. “So… I kno-” Justin began.


              “Hey! You kids should be in class!” A teacher, I suppose, called us out. I stopped dead in my tracks. “I’m sorry. I’m new. I’m lost. I don’t know where the Biology classroom is.” I sputtered. She looked at Justin. “It looks like he’s escorting you down the right way. You don’t seem very lost to me.” I slouched already knowing what was going to happen. “Detention. See you there.” She handed me and Justin a pink slip with the word “Detention” written across the top.


              “Argh!” I groaned. “I’m going to be in so much trouble.” I sighed. My first day here and I get a detention. Great.


              “Let’s get to class.” Justin said. I sighed and agreed. When we got to the room our teacher didn’t look too happy with us. “Ah, Mr. Bieber, late… again” she said with a sarcastic smile. “And I don’t believe I know who you are.”


              “Oh, I’m F-Farrah. Farrah Jones. I-I’m new.” I stuttered. “Well sit down. It was nice to meet you, but I still have a class to teach for the next twenty minutes.” Biology was never my strongest point. I wasn’t very good at it. I couldn’t quite grasp it. Math was more of my place.


              Back in Ottawa, I piled on the classes in my freshman and sophomore years. I didn’t miss home. I much rather preferred it here. I couldn’t get hurt here. Justin sat beside me constantly trying to talk to me. I shrugged him off. I needed to learn here.


              “C’mon, Pigeon; Talk to me” his big brown eyes were beautiful.


              “Stop talking to me. I don’t need to get in trouble again.”


              “They’ll cut you some slack. It’s your first day.”


              “I don’t care. I’m starting in September which means I have to start learning what ever everybody else is learning.”


              “Don’t worry about it , Pidge. It’s just a review from the end of last year pretty much.”


              “Don’t call me that.” I hissed.


              “What, Pigeon?”


              “Yes ‘pigeon’.” I said. “What is that? A bird that craps on people’s heads?”


              “No, it’s a dove, a winning card in poker, an attractive girl, take your pick.” I turned around blushing. Did he just call me “attractive”? The bell dismissing the class rang. Justin found me again even though I tried to stay out of sight. “I know that you know about what I asked Allie. So…”


              “If I go will you stop following me around?” I asked. “Yes, but I make no promises.” He grinned. I sighed. That was probably going to be the best I could get out of him. I met up with Allie back at her locker, and she showed me to my next class: AP Literature.


              “Hey, um,” I leaned over to Allie, “I need you to tell Diane and Jon that I’m not coming right home.”


              “What why?” She asked.


              “I got a detention.” I said showing her the paper. “Ooh you got it from Mrs. Channings. I hate her.” Allie said. “Ok, I’ll just tell them that you and I went out to go have some bonding time.” she smiled. “That way you won’t get into trouble.”


              “Thanks Allie.” I beamed. She mouthed ‘you’re welcome’ after the teacher turned away after giving us a dirty look. “Oh, wait. Do you think you can get a ride back home? I told Luke we’d meet up after school.”


              “Sure, I guess.” I think I’d just walk home. “Wait, what am I supposed to tell Diane and Jon when I come home without you?”


              “Improvise!” She yelled over the dismissing bell. I had one class left. “History,” I said aloud. I got books and walked down with Allie. After History, Allie told me where they held detention. It was in the cafeteria. I walked down alone.


              I sat down at once of the round tables they had in the lunchroom. I heard a backpack fall to the ground. I looked up and Justin was there with a grin. “I thought you said if I went you’d stop bothering me.” I said. “I said no promises.” He smirked. “And besides, you couldn’t hate me that much to not even want to sit by me.”


              “Quit it, Justin. She’s obviously invincible to your charm.” A girl with purple hair said. She sat at the circular table behind me. “Shut up, Karmin.” Justin said. “I’m not trying to charm her.” Karmin shook her head. I giggled at how defensive he was being.


              “What are you laughing at?” Justin asked sternly. “You.” I laughed. “You’re very defensive.” “Yeah,” he asked in more of a question. “Yeah, now shut up because I have work to do.” I opened up my backpack and pulled out a textbook. “nerd.” Justin said. I ignored him and started working.


              The hour went by quickly, and before I knew it Mrs. Channings was letting us go. I went outside, and started walking. I hope I was going the right way. A boy on a motorcycle pulled up and stopped in front of me.


              “Need a ride?” He said stopping the engine. He took his helmet off and it was Justin. Why am I not surprised? “Er, yes.” I answered. I studied the bike. He didn’t have an spare helmet. “But you don’t have another helmet so…” I walked around the motorcycle.


              He cleared his throat. I spun around and saw him holding a pure white helmet up. “You mean one of these, Pigeon?” He smirked. I took it from him.


              “Don’t call me that.” I said.


              “No thanks, sweetheart.” His eyes lit up. “sweetheart! Do you prefer that over pigeon?”


              “yes, but don’t call me that either.”


              “why not?” he whined.


              “because I’m not your sweetheart.” He put my helmet on. His smile fell, and he looked sad. "Challenge accepted." he smirked, “Plus, I like sweetheart.” He sat back on the bike. I moaned in annoyance. I sat behind him.


              “Where do I put my hands? What do I hold on to?”


              He laughed. “Well, first you need to sit closer,” He put his arms behind him and pulled me closer, and grabbed my hands, putting them around his torso, “and you hold onto to me. Now hold tight, sweetheart.” I growled. He revved up the engine and kicked the kickstand back up. “Hold tight; don’t let go, okay?” he said. I nodded. “Okay?” he repeated. “Okay.” I answered.


              “Good,” He started without warning and I was caught off guard.


              One arm slipped. “I told you to hold on tight.” Justin said holding my hands with one hand. I held him tighter this time when he started down the road. “Not too tight, Pidge.” Justin groaned. I relaxed a little, but every time he picked up the speed, I’d squeeze my thighs against his.


              “So where am I supposed to even go?” Justin turned to look at me for a quick second. I gave him the address and he started maneuvering around the cars. I held my cheek against his back because the air stream I was getting wasn’t the best. I was afraid I’d accidentally swallow a bug or something.


              I was anything but relaxed on the bike. Justin, on the other hand, was only in his zone, only talking to me when he needed to. Although the motorcycle didn’t relax me, it did send adrenaline pumping through my veins. I could feel edges and ridges abs under his shirt; the flexing and tensing of them as he rode along.


              When he arrived at the house Luke was right behind us. Perfect. Then I wouldn’t have to lie to Allie’s parents. Justin came to a stop at the front of the house in the driveway.


              “Oh, my God! I thought I almost died.” I said. “But you didn’t didn’t.” He smirked. “You know there are laws to prevent that feeling.” I said.


              “Yea, whatever. Your hands feeling all over my stomach said otherwise.” “Thanks for the ride.” I said appreciatively to Justin, ignoring his last comment. He kicked the stand down and let the bike rest on that. “You can let go.” Justin laughed. “I know,” I breathed.


              “Maybe we could do this some other time.” he winked. “Yea maybe,” He helped take me helmet off. I fixed my hair as best I could as I could. “Alright, I got to go.” Justin said. “See ya tomorrow.” He kicked that stand back up, and rode off.


              “You guys would be the cutest couple.” Allie spilled. Luke winced. “I’ll see you tonight, baby.” Luke kissed Allie. “Alright, bye!” she grinned.


              We walked into the home, and neither of her parents were home. I forgot that they didn’t usually come home until eight or nine. “Okay,” I began, “I’m going to get my homework done”


              “Don’t forget about tonight.” Allie smiled. I groaned. “Justin is exactly what I don’t need, okay? I’m only doing this because he said he’d stop bothering me I came.”


              “Do you seriously think he’s going to do that?” she question before going back into her room.

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