Recovery (Justin Bieber)

Chapter 4

I wake up, looking at the clock and I realize that it's 10 in the morning. I've missed my class, and Justin is still asleep on me. He's really hot. I slightly move a bit to try to move beneath him as his eyes slowly begin to open.

"Goodmorning..." I whisper to him softly.

He smiles slightly, then his eyes widen. He jumps up quickly, shaking his head. He slides his shirt back on, "This didn't happen. It didn't mean anything."

"I'm...confused.." I say truthfully. I'm not exactly sure what is going on in his head, "You pulled me in last night."

He snorts, "Don't take it personal. It meant nothing. You mean nothing."

For some reason that actually hurt. I just don't understand how he can be so sweet, and so calm last night and now he wakes up and he's that person I met the other day. Maybe I over thought. Maybe I assumed he actually was interested and he had a soft spot. I'm so drawn to Justin. He is so mysterious. I want to figure him out. I want to know his flaws. I want to know his perks. I want to know what pisses him off and I want to know what makes his eyes light up. It drives me crazy but he has this side of him that he showed last night. Vulnerability.

"Why...do you say things like this? You were...so nice last night and now you just become this monster. It's so unpredictable." I run my fingers through my hair, trying to hide the fact that his words have actually gotten to me.

"I was nice to you last night because I felt bad for you. You have no friends here, other than that Nate dude. He's a little bitch, so I thought that I'd keep you company." He grabs his phone off the counter table.

"You felt bad for me? Justin, you have no reason to feel bad for me. I'm fine on my own. Nate is a GOOD guy, unlike you. You are god awful. One day you'll lose everything you have because of the nasty attitude you have." Any feeling I had for him has been absolutely destroyed. He is an asshole. He is a fucking asshole.

"You know what?" I yell, "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE. YOU'RE A FUCKING ASSHOLE"

I watch his reaction as he stares at me for a few seconds before busting into laughter.

"What is so funny?" I'm flustered.

"Cute babe. A fucking asshole? Is that the first time you've cursed? Cute." He chuckles, walking towards me.

"Justin, just leave. You're annoying me. Please leave." I beg.

He pulls me into him, looking down at me, "It's cute. Your innocence. It's cute. But you know whats cuter?" His hands are on my hips, as he uses the tip of his thumb to stroke my waist. "The fact that...no matter what I say, you're still weak." He runs his hand up the back of my shirt, slowly rubbing the center of my back, "Don't think I didn't notice how flustered you were last night after I kissed your cheek. You were weak for me." He tilts his head to push his face into the crease of my neck, as his lips press against my neck, softly sucking. I can't stop him. The feeling is hypnotizing. He is hypnotizing. I run my fingers to the back of his neck, as he uses his teeth to gently tug at my neck. I feel him pull away, as a smirk spreads across his face, "Told you. Now, don't get crazy on me. I'm not interested."

He grabs his books and quickly walks out. I sit can't move. I try to process what just happened in my head.

He literally pulls me in just to push me away. I can already see how toxic he is. It's not healthy. I need to push him out of my life. If I see him, I can't acknowledge that he's even there. 

He is obviously just trying to play games. I just don't understand why I am the one in the middle of his games. 

I hear the door open, praying it's not Justin. I can't handle him coming in here to mess with my feelings anymore. 

Melissa walks in, smiling from ear to ear, "I JUST GOT THE WORD THAT THE COLLEGE BOARD WANTS YOU TO WRITE A SONG FOR THE SHOW CHOIR. They need you downstairs NOW." 

WHAT?!?!? I throw my hair up really quick, throwing on a t-shirt and my blue jeans. 

"Brooklyn...you might want to leave your hair down..." Melissa says hesitantly. 

"Why...?" I curiously ask. 

"Because...who ever stayed over last night...left quite the mark." She laughs a bit, touching her neck in the exact place that Justin was kissing.

I look in the mirror, sighing loudly, "Are you kidding me?" I quickly throw my hair down to cover up the mark on my neck. 

I'm seriously going to kill this kid. 

I turn to Melissa, "Okay, is it covered? Do I look casual?" 

She nods, giving me a thumbs up. 

I quickly run out to the meeting. 

When I arrived, there were three members of the college board in the room. 

"Ms. Franco" An elderly man stood up to shake my hand. He pulled out a chair for me to sit down. "Mr. Crawford. It's nice to finally meet you."

"Hello Mr. Crawford. It's nice to meet you as well." I sit down nervously. 

He sits back down, "We've read through a lot of your work, and I'd love for you to be the writer for our next show choir performance. We'd like you to work with the head of the dance program. You decide whether the dances work or not. You can tell him whether it's good, or if it's not good. It is left in your hands. We want this to be perfect. You can make that happen." 

Is this really happening? 

The blonde elderly lady speaks up, "If the work is done properly, you will not go unpaid. You will be paid for your hard work and for your input."

I nod, "Of course. I will give everything I can to make this the best I possibly can."

Mr Crawford stands up, helping me up, "I'm going to introduce you to the dance instructor. You're going to be spending the next two weeks with him. Every single day you guys will work together on the music. It's not going to be easy, but we believe both of you are capable of giving us what we're looking for." He opens the door, leading me down a long hallway.

He opens a door to a dance studio. There are mirrors on one side, and the tile is brown. It's small, but we can work with this.

I walk inside the dance studio, looking around. "Isn't the dance instructor supposed to be here?"

Justin walks in, walking straight to Mr. Crawford, "Sorry I'm late, sir. I had to grab some food before I came."

Justin's the dance instructor? There is no way I can spend the next 2 weeks with him. I can't work with him.

Mr. Crawford stands in front of both of us, "Justin, this is Brooklyn, and Brooklyn, this is Justin."

Justin looks me up and down, smiling to himself, "I believe she and I have met before."

"Then this should be a piece of cake. I'll leave you to it." Mr. Crawford walks out, closing the door behind him.

Justin and I stare at each other for a few seconds, before he breaks the silence, "You might want to cover your neck up. That hickey is fucking huge."