"I wasn't asking about you." I screamed at him.
"oh yeah, not what I heard."
"well trust me, I wouldn't make my life revolve around some stupid, arrogant, manwhore anyways." I felt the rage inside of me with that last sentence.
I walked away with my head held high, no regrets, nothing. It felt like a ton of brick had been lifted off my shoulders, I had relief from him.
He ran up and grabbed my arm tightly, I tried to jerk away but his grip only got tighter. "Let go of me I'm going home!" "No you're not!" and with that, everything went black.

This story contains racing, drinking, drugs, and alcohol. Other celebrities and Justin's friends will be featured. This story is full of twists and turns that you won't see coming.


5. Chapter 4

   I walked up to my math teacher's door and knocked on the glass. 

  "Do you have a pass?" Are you serious? It's my second day, can you cut me the littlest piece of slack? I took a deep breathe as all the anger for Justin and now Mr. Brook.

   "I'm sorry Mr." I looked down at my schedule to get his name correct, "Mr. Brook. It is my second day, some pri-" I looked at Justin as he snapped his head in my direction, "guy took my parking spot. Where do I get a 'late pass?'"

    Mr. Brook scanned the classroom, "Who's done with the warm-up?" 

   "I am Mr. Brook." I cringed when I heard his voice, a smirk grew across his face as he lifted his hand.

   "Great, Mr. Beiber come here and show Sam where to get her late pass.." Mr. Brook turned his attention to me, "Don't be late tomorrow or it's detention." he was shaking his finger at me. 

   I turned around and waited against the wall for Justin. He walked out and began walking towards the stairs. "Are you coming?" he turned around and looked at me.

   "Yup." I had to jog to catch up to him. "Why didn't you move your car?" I was trying to catch my breathe back.

   He looked down at me like the answer was obvious, "Didn't feel like it." He looked back forward and began to walk down the stairs. He stopped where the second flight meets the first and pushed me up against the wall. Both hands were on either side of my head. I looked at him up and down while he just stared at my eyes.

    "We keep meeting like this." I couldn't help but chuckle at the end. He didn't answer but kept staring in my eyes.

    "You still have to do something for me." He brought his lips right below my ear, softly brushing against my neck. Sending goosebumps up and down my body, making my stomach do cartwheels, making my heart beat a million miles per hour. "What are we gonna make you do?" He switched to other side, allowing one hand to move down to my hip. I tilted my head back enjoying this moment. 

    WAIT what?? I couldn't enjoy this moment, this was the guy that took my parking spot and he practically said he wanted to have sex with me.

   I took both hands and pushed him away. He was looking at the ground then he looked back up at me. 

   "You're a little fighter huh?" he made the space between us smaller and smaller.

"I have my personal space yes." he started to laugh.

   "Well babe, I'm about to invade your personal space." he pulled me in by the hip with one hand, and his other hand was on my waist. I honestly didn't know if I should be offended or honored.

   "MR. BIEBER!" there was a silhouette at the top of the stairs. Justin pulled away from me as the person slowly came down the stairs. "There is absolutetly NO PDA in this school, you of all people should know better." It was the principal that was yelling at him on the first day of school.

    The principal turned his attention to me, "You must be Samantha Carter?" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

   "Sam, yes." I extended my hand out, the man returned the gesture with a firm hand shake.

   "I was actually on my way to see you this morning when Mr. Brooks said you were on your way to the Center with Mr...." he was hesitating with Justin's name, "Bieber..." he spit it out as if it were a disease. "Anyways," he turned his head back to Justin, "You can return to class, Mr. Bieber, I'm going to have a meeting with Miss. Carter."

    Justin pretended to yawn and extended his arms out....over dramatic, "Nawh, I'm good chief. I think I will go with you guys. I mean Miss. Carter might get lost on her way back, and we don't want one of our new students to get lost on their second day of school do we Mr. Thomas?" he was very condescending, but speaking the truth. I probably would get lost. They both turned to me catching me off guard.

    "Come with me..." Mr. Thomas was leading us to the front office. I felt like I was in trouble.

   Every class we walked by students were looking. Other peers in the hallway would whisper to each other. The father we walked down the hall, the closer Justin got to me. He softly hit my hand a couple of times. Every time  I would try to look at his face it was a cold stare facing the front.

    'I swear if he hits my hand again...' and then he did...

   "Dude, what the fuck stop touching me." I yelled at him. Mr. Thomas stopped in his tracks and looked at me, shit.

    "Miss. Carter," I felt my heart drop, "That's a detention for you" that sentence seemed to come out in slow motion. My mouth must have dropped.

    "You know Mr. Thomas I'm missing math, I'm sure your TA can show Sam where her class is. I'm headed back." Mr. Thomas turned around and began walking towards the office. I was furious with this Justin kid. Third impression was NOT the charm.

    "See you there." a smirk grew on his face as he winked and walked away. 

   "Miss. Carter, let's go!" 





   short chapter I know I'm sorry! what do you think? do you think justin is pushy?? what do you think justin wants from Sam?

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