First For Everything (Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter One - Behind Those Hazel Eyes

Chapter One (Behind Those Hazel Eyes) -

 "Savannah Carlton, you're going to be late, it's not a popularity contest!" 

 "I know I'm coming Mom, don't get your panties in such a twist," I said trying to not miss a step in my five-inch wedges. I never realized how many emotions I could feel all at once, but now I'm fully aware that something as big as this would be weird if I wasn't feeling what I was feeling. I'm the type of person that needs to dress to impress and if I don't feel good about myself that day, I'm not the best person to associate with. I honestly couldn't be happier that Summer was finally over considering it was every teenager's nightmare, or at least it's mine. My parents divorced and my Mom moved to Santa Fe (New Mexico) with a new job offer, leaving my Dad in Jacksonville (Florida) where I grew up. I was caught in my own world of fantasies and daydreams with nothing, but a memory. It's hard being the oldest out of two and trying to set the best example possible, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. My little sister's name is Addison and she's eleven years old going into fifth grade, which is four years younger than me. Her and I are still adjusting to where we live now and knowing that I specifically start a new school, not to mention High School in just a matter of hours is quite nerve wracking. 

I just finished applying my last layer of mascara and made my way towards the kitchen. My Mom gave me the dirtiest stare when I got to the bottom of the steps, "Oh honey no, this is not some runway fashion show. Take those shoes off right now, you won't even last the whole day with those," she said. I decided not to fight with her because I knew how much of a pain my Dad was being arguing for custody lately. Instead I ran back upstairs, threw them in my bag and slipped on a pair of flip-flops quickly in the mean time. Only reason my little sister and I decided to side with my Mom is because of how verbally abusive he is. I'm afraid that one day he'll take it out on Addison for no reason and in the end I know what's best for her and I.

"I made you girls some oatmeal, eat up before the bus arrives," Mom smiled staring at us waiting for a response.

 "You know I don't like oatmeal and I'm trying to keep my body in shape for our upcoming dance competitions so I'll pass," I said in a smart ass tone. 

 "SAVANNAH, eat your damn oatmeal right now! You don't see your sister complaining." 

My sister giggled as if it were some silly joke, but in reality I'm really just not a big fan of breakfast foods. I shoved a few bites down my throat and once I heard the screeching sounds of a big yellow school bus's wheel, I couldn't escape any sooner. "It's that time of year again," I chuckled at my own joke. I grabbed my Vera Bradley patterned book bag and ran out the door as fast as I could before my Mom could even waste her breath, leaving the left over oatmeal on the counter. She followed after my Sister and I out the door, but we were already on the bus. 

I'm usually fine with starting a new school because I've been through this situation before, but today I didn't seem as confident as I usually am. It's almost like "all eyes were on you" so I just grabbed the first open seat I saw. I caught a glimpse of my Mom waving goodbye outside the foggy window and her mouthing the words, "good luck...you're so grounded after this...I love you (still)!" After my Mom was out of sight, I took the wedges out of my bag and switched them with the flip-flops. I felt really out of place since everyone already knew each other and were deep in conversation, while I had a mind of my own filled with deep thoughts and secrets waiting to be shared, but no one to share them with. I then put my headphones in to drown out all the other sounds and to escape for a bit, not realizing I was singing a bit louder than I should've been. 

I looked passed the aisle over my shoulder to a boy that was sitting across from me looking down at his playlist. He had dirty blonde hair that was short on the sides and long yet kind of messy on the top, a sharp jawline that was like no other, a black polo shirt with navy ripped jeans and white vans, a long silver chain necklace and these beautiful hazel eyes. It's almost as if he was perfect, but that was just an understatement in my mind. He suddenly looked up which caught me off guard, so I figured he saw me checking him out unfortunately and I turned away fast. Being the over thinker I typically am I questioned myself, "how can one guy look so flawless? His personality is probably a major douche bag though if he's got the looks, but ehh who am I to judge." I didn't think anything of it, so I just continued singing 'Party In The USA' to myself, but I felt like I was being watched for some reason. I looked over again only to see that there he is, his eyes haven't left me. 

I was about to reach out with a smart remark and say, "can I help you? because if not I'd appreciate my personal space," but I decided to just let it all fall into place and continued back to my jamming out session with my cheeks still as red as a tomato. As much as I wanted to make small talk with him, I was too nervous and at the same time I felt like he was being a little rude. I'm not the best with guys and haven't had much experience, so I'm afraid I could say something wrong. While my mind was full of thoughts and my ears were full of music, I then felt a tap on my shoulder cold to the touch with a soft voice followed by it saying...

"Hi! I'm Justin and you are?"

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Chapter Two (Common Denominator) -