Anonymous - Justin Bieber

Prologue

“Did you hear about that Bieber kid?”

“So how about Bieber on Saturday, eh?”

“I heard that Bieber kid showed up to a party with a gun.”

“Bieber's a fucking psycho.”

I rolled my eyes at the constant discussions of this Justin Bieber guy.

I've talked to him about once or twice, but that's about it.

Can class just start already? Where's the damn teacher when you need her.

I also didn't attend Lindsay's party, so I wouldn't know if the gossip about him bringing a gun was true or not. What confuses me the most is that I don't understand why these people suddenly hate him so much. From what I've heard, he's done a lot worse than bring a stupid gun to a party, so why's this suddenly a big deal now? It's not like he hurt anybody.

“That's him.”

I turned around to see the man of the hour standing in the doorway.

Endless whispering filled the room as he turned his head, left to right, scanning the place out.

It seemed as if everything suddenly stopped as soon as his eyes landed on me. He had bronze colored hair that was quite messy, but he made it look good. The other times I've spoken to him, I never really noticed how beautiful his eyes were. They were a dark hazel color, that just sparkled. As I continued to stare, and I probably looked like an idiot doing so, I also noticed he had a little scar on his left cheek. Barely noticeable, but it's there.

After realizing how long we've been staring at each other, my cheeks turned a bright shade of red as I quickly looked down at my open textbook.

“Aye, Bieber!” I heard somebody yell from beside me, causing me to look up at who it was speaking. It was the literal biggest douche bag I have ever interacted with in my entire life, Austin Whelan.

I didn't even have to look at Justin to know that his attention was now on Austin.

“Remember that gun you had at Lindsay's party? You should use it to kill yourself sometime.” He chuckled, causing me to look back over my shoulder as a pout formed on Justin's face as he looked down at his shoes awkwardly.

I couldn't quite keep my eyes off of him as the whole classroom of students began to laugh at Justin's embarrassment.

What a fucked up world we live in.

“Leave him alone, Austin.” I looked at him sternly, as he just scoffed and rolled his eyes at me defending the poor guy.

I looked back at Justin, and before he turned on his heels to walk away from all of the nonsense, he shot me a quick faint smile. I knew it was fake, though. I can tell a fake smile from a genuine smile.

“Hopefully he's going to go do it now.” Austin laughed as Justin disappeared down the empty hallway, causing me roll my eyes and let out a huff.

“That's fucking sick.” I spat, shaking my head in disapproval at the way these people are treating Justin.

The rest of the class was a total blur, I'm just glad it was last period. Everyone was, I'm assuming, bored out of their minds as the teacher continued to throw random and confusing math equations at us.

As I glanced at the clock, I realized class only ends in about two minutes. I started to gather my things as the teacher began to hand out homework when out of nowhere, an ear piercing gunshot rang through my ears.

In a matter of seconds, everyone was rushing out to the courtyard, where the gunshot was heard from.

I began pushing through the crowd of people, wanting to know what all of the gasps and whispers were about.

Please, don't tell me someone died.

As I finally got through the crowd, my eyes widened at the scene in front of me.

There laid Justin Bieber, the boy I defended just about an hour ago, with a gun resting by his side, surrounded by a pool of blood.

Shocked would be an understatement. My eyes nearly popped out of my head at the sight of his lifeless body.

What did he do to deserve this?