**Disclaimer: I do not own Justin Bieber, obviously. Or any other real places, people, or songs. But I do own Savannah, and all other fictional people in this story :).**
A Fresh Start...Or not.
CHAPTER 5
***JUSTIN'S P.O.V.***
The bell had rung about five minutes ago and I had no clue where I was going. I leaned against a wall and looked back and forth from my schedule to my school map. Just then a girl walked out of the bathroom. She glanced at me and then walked right by me, her jansport backpack came up just above her ass, and damn did she have a nice one.
"Excuse me." I asked politely. She turned around, and just stood there.
"Can I help you?" she asked monotonely. She was gorgeous. She wore denim shorts and a plaid button down shirt that matched her green converse. Her honey blonde hair hung in waves at her shoulders.
"I, um seem to be lost..." I trailed off showing her my schedule. She looked at it and then looked at me.
"Hmm, we both have chemistry with Mr. Samuels, so just follow me." she then spun on her heel and quickly walked down the long hallway, and I struggled to keep up. She finally stopped in front of a classroom, and opened the door. A middle aged man who was busy talking, quickly stopped and stared at us.
"Can I help you two?" he asked.
"Um hi Mr. Samuels we kind of got lost on our way here, sorry for interrupting." the girl said.
"It's okay, it's your first day so I'll cut you some slack." he grinned and then looked around the room. "It looks like the only lab station left is table 14, so you two will be lab partners for the rest of the year." He pointed towards a two person lab desk and we quietly took our seats. Mr. Samuels went on to list the rules and daily procedures for our class, and what materials we would be needing. I wasn't really listening, cause I was distracted... The girl caught me staring and she smirked at me. I didn't even know her name. I scribbled something on a piece of paper and slid it in front of her.
Hey thanks for helping me find the classroom and all, but I didn't catch your name shawty?
She quickly scribbled back a reply and slid the paper back in front of me.
Your welcome. My name is Savannah, and don't EVER call me 'shawty' again.
I blushed and quietly crumpled up the piece of paper and tucked it into my black backpack. I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw her smirking at me. God, I felt like a idiot. The class dragged on for what seemed like hours before Mr. Samuels gave us the okay to pack up.
"So do you call every girl 'shawty'?" Savannah asked trying not to laugh. I looked down at my hands in my lap, so she wouldn't see me blush.
"Well, it just sort of comes out now, cause I have to say it in my songs so much." I look up and find her staring intently at me.
"What, is my hair messed up or something?" I flip it then run my hands through it to make sure that everything is in it's right place. She started to giggle. "What?" I ask.
"Don't you ever get whiplash from flipping your hair so much? It looks painful just watching you." she said trying not to smile. I grinned at the fact that she didn't find my signature hair flick heart melting.
"Wow," I said putting a hand on my heart "I don't think anyone has insulted my hair move like that before." I fake sadness, and she laughs. The bell rings and we stand there kind of awkwardly.
"It was nice meeting you Savannah."
"Yeah, you too...?"
"Justin." I filled in the blank for her, though it was obvious she already knew who I was.
"Ah, well it was nice to meet you too...Justin." she smiled then walked out of the classroom leaving me dazed.