Emily's POV:
Another Monday, another week of school. I slipped out of bed, placing my feet on the floor. I groaned, and looked at the time. 6:15 am. Why do they have to make you get up so early to go to school? Just as I was stretching, my mom came in the room. "Honey, its time to-" I interrupted, knowing exactly what she was gonna say. "I got in mom. I'm up." She nodded, and shut the door. Same routine every freaking day. I sighed, and walked over to my mirror... not the prettiest sight. My hair looked like a birds nest, my lips were dry, and my eyes were droopy. I made a disgusted face at myself, and walked over to my closet.
I crossed my arms, and tried to pick out something. I wasn't the kind of person that put a lot of effort in what they wear to school. But since your there for practically half of your day, you wanna look nice, right? I didn't really give a fuck about what other people thought. I settled for some regular skinny jeans, a purple strapless top, a tight leather jacket, and my convers. I walked into my bathroom and I splashed water on my face, and combed my hair. I applied my eyeliner, and some chap stick. Make up wasn't really my thing either. I looked at my reflection in the mirror for a couple of seconds. I smiled. I loved having my mothers eyes. Dark, but with a hint of gold in them. I had her hair too. Long, curly, and shoulder length. Just the way I like it.
I walked out of my bathroom, and grabbed my bag, along with my phone. I walked down to the kitchen, to see my mom pouring herself some orange juice. "Good morning sweetie." She walked over to me, and gently kissed my forehead. "Morning mom." I walked over to the counter, and poured me some orange juice. I took out my phone, and looked at the clock. 7:20. Shit.
"Crap! I'm gonna be late!" I ran over the kitchen, and grabbed myself a granola bar, picking up my stuff, and heading out the door. "Have a good day!" I heard my mom yell. I shut the door, and began walking down the street, eating my granola bar. I actually wasn't looking forward to going to school today. I never do. Ridgeway High is full or morons, and desperate sluts. But hey, you just gotta make the best out of it, right? I sighed once I saw the big red school come into view.
Justin's POV:
"So who's hosting the party tonight?" I asked as I pulled into the school.
Chaz shrugged. "I don't think anyone is."
I rolled my eyes. "Your trying to tell me, none of these bitches are doing anything tonight? Fuck this shit. I haven't had any real action in weeks."
Chaz laughed. "Wait, aren't you still with that one hoe?"
"Who? Jazmine? I guess. I'm getting sick of her though. Shes always wanting to hang around me. Complaining how we barely ever spend time together. Its fucking annoying."
"You need a new bitch for sure."
Usually I had a new girlfriend every week. But ever since fucking Jazmine came in the picture, shes been nothing but annoying. Sure, she was hot. And she gave good head, but she was still clingly, and always fucking complaining. I was getting sick of her bossy attitude. I was probably gonna dump her today, because I didn't give a fuck about her anymore. Not like I ever did, anyway.
I heard Ryan and Chaz laughing, as they stepped out of the car. "Aren't you coming?"
I rolled my eyes, and took the keys out. I flipped my hair a couple of times, making the ladies outside go crazy already. I had it all. I knew how to party, I had plenty of friends, I had my own car, and the looks to go with it. Girls would come up to me everyday asking me to kiss them. I guess I was just born amazing.
I stepped out of the car, making more girls gather around me.
"Justin!" I heard all the girls say. I had all the attention on me, and I loved it. I winked at one of the hot chicks, and she bit her lip. I laughed and walked into the school. Or should I say "hell hole."
Emily's POV:
"Everyone clear the halls!" I heard someone say. I turned my head from my locker, and saw Justin walking with his possy of dicks heads. It was obviously Chaz that said it, trying to make room for Justin to come through. I rolled my eyes, disgusted with them. Did they have anything better to do, then be man whores all the fucking time? I looked around, all the girls had their eyes glued to Justin. They were probably fucking him in the minds. I laughed at how desperate, and stupid they all looked. Justin was a fucking dick head, that didn't know how to respect girls. He had a new girl, or as he likes to call them: "His bitches." I shook my head, and continued putting my books in my locker, not wanting to look at that fucking douche bag any longer. He made me sick. Their was nothing special about him. Sure, he had nice hair. He was descent, but I wasn't creaming my panties over him. He was rude, nasty, and horrible.
"Hey Emily." I looked over my shoulder, and saw Ashley. I smiled, and turned to look at her. Ashley has been my best friend since grade school. She was had long blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. Most of the guys liked her, but she mostly ignored them all.
I saw Justin and Chaz laughing, and then Chaz turned his gaze to me. I felt my cheeks start to burn, and he gave me a slight smile. He looked back at Justin, and he flicked his head up, motioning towards me. Justin looked at me, and bit his lip, giving me a flirty smile. I rolled my eyes, feeling disgusted.
"Justin again, huh?" I heard Emily say. "Yeah. I can't stand them. They act like they rule this fucking school." I made a disgusted face.
"Well, they sorta do..." she made her voice low.
Right before I could say something, the bell rang. "See ya 4th period." She gave me a hug, and walked off, leaving me standing their like a complete idiot. I sighed, and began walking towards English. Their were 2 reasons why I hated this class. 1, the teacher was a complete dick wad. 2nd, Justin was in it. And he sat right next to me. What a joy right? NOT.
I entered the classroom, and quickly took my seat before the bell rang.
"Good morning class. We've got a couple of things planned for today. A new project, and a new book assignment." The class groaned, and I rolled my eyes. Is he fucking serious? 2 assignments? Thats another reason to hate him. Before I could dwell on my thoughts any longer, Justin walked through the door.
"Mr. Bieber. Your late." The teachers voice was hard. "If your late again, thats double detention." Justin rolled his eyes.
"Does it look like I care?" The teacher opened his mouth to speak, but Justin cut in. "No need to say anything. I'm gonna go take my seat."
Great. Why did he have to come to class? He should of stayed fucking the girl he probably was. He walked over to his seat, and sat down. The teacher continued on talking, and I felt Justin's gaze on me. I looked through the corner of my eye, his eyes still on me. What the fuck was he playing at?
Justin's POV:
While the teacher continued on, and on, about the stupid project, I focused my gaze on the girl next to me. I honestly I never really noticed her, until now. I gotta say, she was pretty hot. She had those perfect curves, and that nice round ass. The shirt she was wearing made her boobs pop out, and I liked that. She suddenly turned to me, an annoyed look on her face.
"What the fuck do you want?" Her voice was stern. Her face was even better looking. Her eyes were beautiful, and her skin was flawless. What he fuck was I saying? Me calling a girl beautiful?
"I'm talking to you, you know." She snapped. I smirked at her, and leaned closer to her. She leaned back to wards the chair, and crossed her arms. "Aren't we a little fiesty today?" She rolled her eyes, and looked at the teacher.
"I like them fiesty." I leaned even closer to her, and placed my hand on her thigh. My fingers running up and down. I saw her bite her lip, and I smirked even bigger. She suddenly looked at me, her eyes black with anger. She pushed my hand away, and I felt a sharp pain on my leg. The bitch fucking kicked me. I groaned, NOW I was pissed.
"What the fuck was that for?" I closed my eyes, the pain running through my leg. For a chick, she has a good kick.
"Don't even fucking touch me again!" She pointed a finger at me, her face red. I looked up at the teacher, and he still didn't notice what was going on.
"Your such a bitch, you know that?" I spat at her. No one messes with Justin Bieber.
She smiled a fake smile, and looked me in the eyes. "Stop being such a fucking little girl, and suck it up."
Did she seriously just say that? What the hell was wrong with this hoe? Shes the only girl that wasn't falling for me. She needs to see a doctor. I couldn't believe she actually said that. This bitch was playing way to hard to get, and I didn't like that. Come to think of it, I didn't like HER.
She must of seen my reaction, because she opened her mouth to speak.
"What? Are you shocked that I'm the first girl thats not falling over your pathetic little ass?" Her voice was hard. I shook my head, and laughed.
"You'll eventually fall for me. They all do." I smirked at her, leaning back into my chair.
"Well, I'm not one of them. I'm not gonna fall for your stupid little act. I'm not like all the other sluts around here." She suddenly turned to look at me, and leaned into my face. At first I thought she was gonna kiss me, until she opened her mouth.
"I don't like you. I never did, and NEVER FUCKING WILL." She spat at me. She looked me deep in the eyes, making sure to give me a glare. She leaned back, and scooted her chair away from me, picking up her pencil, and looking up at the teacher.
What just happened? Did she seriously just say that? I'm done with this bitch. She'll fall for me eventually. No one gets past Bieber.
I smiled at the thought of her being all over me a week later, after my amazing charm gets to her. Too bad I won't give a fuck about her. Not like I ever did.
The bell rang, the annoying noise filling the school. She stood up, and picked up her bag. She walked past me, and I rolled my eyes at her. This bitch will pay. No one rejects Justin Bieber. She turned to look at me, before she walked out the door, giving me a glare. She shook her head, and walked away.