There he goes again, walking down the hall looking perfect as usual; his golden hair up into a point, his sculptured face and caramel eyes winking and smirking at pretty girls in the halls as he walks by. I gasp as he gets closer to me, I turn around and look inside my locker trying to look busy.
"Hey, nerd." He says as he approaches me. I ignore him and keep putting books into my locker which happens to be right next to his. Justin Bieber. The basketball teams captain, the sexiest guy in the school.
"I said, hey." I turn my head to the right and he laughs. "Nice glasses, nerd."
He shuts my locker in my face before walking away. I breath in deep, he always picks on me; the school nerd. The one with no friends, the one who's still a virgin, the one who's never even kissed a guy, let alone had a boyfriend.
The bell rang and I hurried to re-open my locker to get my stuff, once I got everything the late bell rang and I groaned in annoyance. I made it to my arts class and slowly opened the door hoping to not gain attention.
"Hey look, the nerd is actually late to class."
I looked up my cheeks burning of embarrassment and saw justin laughing making everyone else laugh. I held my tears and went to the seat in the back of the corner.
"Everyone calm down. I have a big assignment to share with you." Everyone whined as the teacher shushed them. "Now hush up. You'll be having partners fo-"
Everyone said 'yes' extending the 's'. Except me, who sighed knowing I'll be doing it on my own for both of me and my partner.
"Alright. Katie go with Ryan. Justin go with (y/n)-"
"Who the fuck is (y/n)?" Justin interrupted making my face go red.
"Mr.Bieber! I will not tolerate that language in my classroom. Raise your hand (y/n)."
I sheepishly raised my hand and sighed waiting for the laughs which soon came after Justin groaned with having to be with me. I put my hand down and covered my face with my hair as Justin came over to sit with me.
"Hey, nerd." He addressed as the teacher continued to read the names.
"H-hi." I said quietly.
"Speak up, loser. I can't hear you."
"I s-said hi." I said a bit louder. He smirked looking to the front of me since my hair was in my face.
"So, where do you wanna do the project?" He questioned, drumming his fingers on the desk.
"I'll do it at m-my house." I said with a small sigh.
"Alright, when do I come over?" I furrowed my eyebrows and looked up at him. Why would he want to come to my house?
"Why w-would you want to come t-to m-my house?" I asked with slight embarrassment.
"Because we have to do the project dip shit."
I gasped and felt tears in my eyes. He's so mean. We started writing ideas which was suppose to be on different kinds of art and the history of it.
