Mr. Bieber

Social media is a bitch

A/N I'm the worst writer every guys oh my god it's been like 5 months lmao but thank you so much for reading my chapters eventhough I was gone for almost half a year :))) luv u all and keep voting cuties!!

Love, Anouk

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After the encounter I had with Justin, I went back home and decided to keep calm and stop overthinking the situation. But then again, he was my teacher and he shouldn't allow me to call him by his first name, that's friendly basis and we were definitely not friends. He was probably just teasing me because I was the new girl in his class, he probably did this to every new kid. Or maybe not. Whatever he tried to do, it was wrong. I didn't plan on meeting Justin there ofcourse, but him being all flirty with me is not something every teacher would do to his students. I shrugged it off and plopped down onto my bed. I was laying in the most comfortable position ever until I realized I wasn't in my pyjamas. Sighing, I stood up and threw on some joggings and a tank top. It wasn't like my friends were going to come to my house and ask me to go out tonight, I don't even have friends. I spent the rest of the evening scrolling through Tumblr and Twitter. While I scrolled past some pictures on Instagram, I got an idea. I wanted to look up Justin's Instagram. I typed in "Justin Bieber" and I immediately saw his profile. I didn't even hesitate to tap on his profile, and soon enough I was browsing through every picture on his Instagram. I might sound stalkerish but I swear I'm not. Right? I was already looking at pictures from 13 weeks ago, and I was having a mind battle whether or not to just leave him be and forget about it. I wasn't paying attention as I accidentally liked a picture of a couple weeks ago. I gasped and unliked it as fast as my fingers could move, I hope he didn't get the notification or I might just set myself on fire or move to a desert island and change my name. I locked my phone and tried to sleep.

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Alarm clocks are the worst, especially when they're the most annoying sound on the planet. I dragged myself out of my bed and walked towards the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and hopped in the shower, letting the warm droplets of water trail down my skin. I probably stood there for like half an hour until my alarm went off again, signaling that I would have to leave right now. I mentally slapped myself and sped out the shower, dried myself off as fast as my arms would let me and dressed myself in the first pieces of clothing I saw in my closet. I didn't have time for breakfast so I brushed my teeth and made my way to school. I wasn't wearing any make-up and my hair was a mess, so I threw it in a messy bun. Well, just a bun because my hair was messy enough on its own. I was right on time for my first period; Physics.

The door flew open, presenting us a very, very mad Justin. He flared his nostrils as he mentally tried to calm himself down. I gulped and started to sweat, why was he so mad?
"Page 60, now." He snapped at everyone. I quickly grabbed my bag and searched for my book. I didn't take it with me this morning. Oh lord stand by me. I raised my hand. Honey, you've got a big storm coming, I thought to myself. "What is it, Hope?" Justin asked raising his left eyebrow. I swallowed hard, "ehm, I forgot my book at home." He glared at me, "and how did that happen? Not enough time?" I gulped, "yeah, something like that." I whispered. "Seems like you've had enough time for other things but not for taking your book with you huh." He scolded. Oh hell no. I kept quiet and took notes for the rest of the period.

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"Alright guys, see you next week." Justin said as everyone began to pack their things and walk out the classroom. I tried to sprint past him but he caught me just in time. "Not so fast, you." He glared as he closed the door. "What's the matter Mr. Bieber?" I asked, trying to look as innocent as I could. "Don't play dumb with me, Hope. You liked my picture on Instagram. I saw it." I gulped. "It was an accident, it won't happen again I'm so sorry." He stared into my eyes, "you know what kind of trouble we both could end up in." I nodded, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." He sighed, "I can't be mad at you with your puppy eyes" He laughed, "now get your ass to the next period." He opened the door, and just as I passed him, he whispered, "you've got some nice selfies on your Instagram though."

Holy hell.