❝I got more than a thing for you, tattoo and ink for you. Right over my heart girl, I do the unthinkable.❞ - Drake

Justin Bieber and his family move to an all-black neighborhood in Brooklyn, New York called Bed-Stuy (neighborhood and year is based off the television series, Everybody Hates Chris). His family didn't know that a good percentage of the neighborhood aren't comfortable with their presence.

Skye Jones was one of the many few that didn't have a problem with the Adams moving to the neighborhood. Her parents asked for her to stay away, but she just couldn't resist.

Not too long after their relationship began to spark, Eddie Johnson is shot down unexpectedly while playing basketball one afternoon. Most people believe that all fingers point to Justin, and this puts Skye's trust for him on the line.

Will Justin be able to win Skye back over? Or will the power of restriction and stereotypes overpower Skye and Justin's relationship?


2. 2 | Too Good


MY MOM PULLED UP in front of Bedford Stuyvesant Preparatory High School. I looked out the window, glaring at the school building. Part of me was ready for a change, part of me still wanted to be in Stratford, Ontario at that moment.

I clicked off the seatbelt and hopped out the car without giving my mother a goodbye kiss. Yes, she still wants them, even knowing that I'm eighteen years old.

"Have a nice day!" My mother shouted as I slammed the car door and started to walk to the school building.

I rolled my eyes, thanking God that my back was turned to her when I did so.

My mother was acting funny all morning. Part of her was concerned about sending me to a school where most of the students were black. I honestly didn't care. I got one more year before I head off to college. The last thing I could ever be is racist. I think I can blend in well with any crowd. Plus, this experience could give me a new and better perspective on life. How bad could it be?

When I pushed open the double doors of the school, there wasn't a person in sight. I furrowed my eyebrows. Where was everybody?

I took a left down the corridor and met the front office. Twisting the knob, I walked inside. I met a lady sitting at a desk. She wore a white blouse from what I could. Her skin was as light as a caramel cream. Her hair was back in a professional office-lady bun. She sensed my approach and looked up. She smiled at me warmly.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked.

"I'm the new transfer student, Justin Bieber. Here are my papers," I handed her my school transfer papers.

She took them and lifted her glasses to her face. She flipped through the documents, reading them closely. She looked back at me a minute later.

"Okay, we need to put you in the system. This might take all day, but good news, you'll still be able to go to lunch." She reassured me with a smile.

I nodded and grinned. That was a deal on my half.

She started me off with some papers to fill out. Since I was eighteen, I was able to fill out the papers without the presence of my mom. I cannot tell you how much I thank God for that. She's been regretting the privileges that eighteen-year-olds have for a few months now.

Around eleven thirty, she sent me off to lunch. I didn't hesitate at all. I grabbed my lunch box, books, and headed out the office door. And there I was again, in an empty hallway. Everyone must've already been got their lunch and started eating.

I pushed open the door to the cafeteria. Why did I do that for?

Every pair of eyes were on me. There were white faces in the room, but not nearly as many as black. You'd think I wouldn't feel nervous after what I said earlier, but I did. I truly did.

Walking through the tables, I didn't really bother to stare back at anyone. Beautiful chocolate, dark-skinned girls were smirking at me while fixing their selves to impress me. Boys with high-tops and Air Jordan's on their feet were whispering to their friends, staring at me up and down as they did so. A few of them pointed at my air Jordan's. What was wrong with mine? Part of me believed they were feeling a little bit insecure because a white boy with style has joined their school.

They didn't have to worry about me, though. My mind was focused on one girl and she was sitting near the double doors at the back of the cafeteria.

I felt like my feet, my heart, and my mind was floating towards her as I made my way through the cafeteria. Reluctantly, there was an empty table right next to hers.

As I reached the table, I tossed my books and lunchbox on it. I sunk down in the seat. My eyes wandered over to her table. I glanced at her friends before staring directly into her face. A smirk lifted to my lips before I turned back to my table. I could overhear her friends whispering to her about something, probably about me, of course.

The bell went off and everyone shot up from their seats to head back to class. I glanced back over at her table, wondering if she left. She didn't and that made my heart flutter.

Her friends smirked at her and left her by herself. I think she could sense me staring because she was grinning ear-to-ear. She gathered her things and dug into her purse. She pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled something down.

Now since I was closer to her, I could get a better look. Her hair had a gorgeous purple tint to it. How ironic, that's my favorite color. She was dressed in a tight mustard yellow skirt with a black top that revealed a great amount of cleavage. She had a jacket to match the mustard yellow skirt, but she didn't have it on for the moment.

My eyes glued on her as she stood up from her seat. She walked over to my table, looking down at me still sitting in the cafeteria seat. I felt like she was holding onto me by a string.

Her hands met mine and I smirked. She slipped a piece of paper into my palm.

"It's Skye," Her voice was so soft and angelic.

"Justin, I replied, glancing at her hour-glass figure.

Her eyebrows lifted at me. She smirked, brushing past me gently. She grabbed her purse, tray, and binder from her table before strutting off. She took a second to glance back, just to see if I was looking right back at her and I was. I was stunned. I just wanted to hold her like a rose.

Flipping her curly locks behind her, she turned back around and headed off to her next period class.

I stood from my seat. I threw away my trash and tossed my bookbag over my shoulder. Heading out the cafeteria, I made my way back to the office. My head hung low as I watched my converses take every step.

Suddenly, my body brushed up against someone else's. My head snapped up quickly.

"Hey, watch –" The guy started, but took a second to look at me.

"You must be the new transfer student everyone's been talking about. I apologize, man. I'm Eddie," Eddie's hand stood out in front of him.

I chuckled and shook his hand.

"Nah, man, it's alright. I wasn't looking. I'm Justin."

Eddie took a minute to notice my Laker's basketball jersey. He smirked.

"Nice jersey, man. You play?"

I shrugged, "Yeah, sometimes. I'd never make it on a team though."

Eddie chuckled, "Man, me either. But, we should play sometimes."

"Yeah, sure. Where you live?"

"When you pull into Bed-Stuy, there's a red brick house on the right side of the street. I live there with my mom, younger sister, and brother." Eddie said, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

I nodded, "Cool, I'll meet you at the court after school then. I got to head back to the office to finish registering."

Eddie slapped my arm lightly, "Alright, nice meeting you, man. See ya,"

"See ya," I said, turning down the hallway to head to the office.

That would be one of the few 'see ya's' I would hear come out of Eddie Johnson.


"SKYE!" A VOICE YELLED from outside my two-story window.

Dropping my songbook on my bed, I got up and headed for the window. I leaned on the ledge and searched for the voice that called my name.

My eyes met Eddie Johnson, my step-brother, instantly.

"Hey, Ed, what's up?" I shouted, folding my arms together.

Eddie stuffed his hand into his pockets.

"Nothing much. How have you been, sis?"

I smiled, "Good."

"How's momma?" He asked.

I shrugged, "She's fine, at work right now."

Eddie nodded, "That's good."

My mom never bothered to call Eddie's house. She didn't want to bring up old times with his father. We all knew that wouldn't ever end well.

"How's your sister?"

Eddie had another sister named Erika. He had watched her life fall apart. Throughout his childhood, he had to watch her get kicked out time and time again. Even though his parents basically disowned her, he kept in touch when she wasn't around.

"I actually talked to her a couple days ago. She sounded a bit better than she used to be. She's in rehab again and won't be out until next July."

I shook my head, "Damn."

He shrugged, "I'm just praying that something comes over her this time and she stops this kind of stuff. I'm tired of seeing her in a wreck."

"Yeah, I understand."

"Well I'll see you, sis," Eddie shouted, waving off.

I smiled and waved back. I turned from the window and headed back over to my bed. My song lyric book laid out across my bed. Many pages with different feelings written on each one. If my mom were to see these lyrics, my body would be in a grave.

The knock on my door made me jump suddenly. I hurried and threw my book into the drawer of my nightstand.

"Come in!" I yelled, fixing my posture.

The doorknob twisted, and the door swung open, revealing my father.

"Hey honey, what did you want for dinner tonight? Your mother left me to make dinner for us and I don't know what to make. What are you in the mood for?" He asked, walking in and sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"Tacos," I suggested.

It was Tuesday after all. Mom could've even suggested that herself.

My dad's face lit up at my response.

"Oh yeah! It is Tuesday too! Gosh, why didn't I think of that? Thanks, Skye. You want to run to the store with me?"

I frowned, "I would, but I have a ton of homework to work on. Thanks for the offer."

My father nodded, smiled warmly, and stood from my bed. He walked over to my side of the bed and kissed my forehead.

"I'll call you down when the tacos are ready."

"Okay," I said, wishing he would leave already.

He headed out of my room and shut the door behind him. I sighed in relief that he didn't ask about how my grades were doing and what I'm learning right now. I was ahead on homework and proud about it. It gave me more time to focus on these lyrics... to dig deep into my heart.

Later in the evening, my dad and I ate tacos together. My mom didn't come home until almost nine o'clock. They cleaned the kitchen and went off to bed. I waited until eleven o'clock to get dressed and do my hair for tonight.

When I slipped that message into Justin's pocket, it was an invitation to the Aquarium. I love sea life. There are so many beautiful creatures that are swimming in the oceans around us. I was hoping Justin would enjoy the view as much as I did on a daily.

I put my purse on my shoulder, slipped on my converses, and hurried downstairs to head out the door. My hand pressed against the knob, contemplating about leaving. I did this every time I was ready to disobey my parents again. I always thought about the chances of being caught.

I decided to refrain from dwelling on the negative thoughts. My hand fell on the doorknob, twisted it, and I slipped out the door without a sound.

After walking two blocks from my house, I reached the Aquarium. It's always locked down this late at night, but one of the guards is a friend of my father so he lets me inside without a problem.

"I'm expecting someone as well, Will." I notified him.

Will's eyebrows furrowed, "Who exactly are you expecting? I can't just let anyone in, miss Skye."

"Oh, my apologies! He's eighteen, white, tall, brown slicked back hair. His name is Justin if you feel as if you need to ask him when he walks in."

Will nodded, "Okay, Miss Skye. Have fun."

I thanked him and disappeared down the hallway towards the big exhibit. I headed inside to find two large tanks. The tanks were filled with little crabs, sea horses, turtles, sharks, and fishes. I walked to the right side, noticing a sea turtle was coming in close contact with the glass.

I slowly walked across the tank, admiring the turtle gliding through the water. My hand reached up and touched the glass, imagining what it would be like to be underwater with it. Besides the comfort of my bedroom, this was my escape – my place to find peace. I came here at least three times a week, always for a different reason.

"And there's the beautiful purple-haired goddess herself,"

I smiled softly and spun around. Justin's face was inches away from mine. Our eyes met, and I couldn't look away. My heart started banging against my ribcage like sticks against drums.

"Hi," I whispered, dropping my eyes to the floor suddenly.

Justin stepped closer, making the distance between us grow thin. His finger sneaked underneath my chin and raised my face to look at his again.

"Don't get shy now. Tell me about yourself,"

His finger tickled my chin, causing me to flinch a little. I stepped back and started walking off. His footsteps trailed behind me and my heart continued to drum inside of me.

"Where are we going, miss Skye?" He asked, laughing lightly.

I pushed open the back-double doors to an open exhibit. There was a rock bridge sprawled out in front of us. The wind blew frantically, making my hair whirl around.

Justin's hands slipped into his pockets.

"What's all this?"

"Just an open exhibit," I said, sitting down at the beginning of the bridge.

Justin sat down beside me and took off his jean jacket. He threw it over my shoulders.

"I like to write," I started, staring out across the bridge.

He looked at me and smiled.

"Oh really? What do you write?"

His middle and index finger disappeared through the locks of my hair.

My breath hitched, "Songs."

"Can you sing me a bit of something you wrote?"

My head shot back up, searching his eyes underneath the moonlight.

I laughed uncomfortably, "I don't know about all that,"

Justin smirked, "Aw, c'mon. That beautiful voice must be glowing with talent that's within the heart."

"I'll sing something another day," I said, standing up.

I headed back inside the tank exhibit. Justin was following not too far behind.

"You had me come all the way here just not to sing to me? I know you can sing, Skye. I heard you in your room the first night I slept in my room."

My eyes widened. I spun around.

Justin stood in front of me. His finger reached up and twirled at a strand of my hair.

"Really?" I breathed, staring up at him.

His eyes focused on my curls. "Yup,"

"Did you –" My cheeks grew hot, "Did you like it? How did I sound?"

His eyes finally met mine.

"Beautiful, Skye. You really have a talent. Do you ever perform in front of anyone?"

I smiled softly, "I perform at a nightclub twice a month."

"That's amazing. You got to give me an invite to your next one, beautiful."

His thumb tickled my cheek as it caressed it slowly.

"You'll be the first one to know, Justin," I whispered, smiling softly.

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