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42. Date with a player (cute)

"How come you don't like me?" Justin whines as I take the basketball from him.

"Are you really asking that?" I question, annoyed as I shoot a basket.

"Yes as a matter of fact I am" he answers, running after the ball. I roll my eyes and sigh.

He just had to come bug me while I enjoy my solo basketball game.

Justin Bieber is a player. THE player. Every girl in school swoons over him. He's slept with almost half of them.

He is the stereotypical player: cocky, confident, charming, good looking, and an asshole.

It's not a surprise when you catch him pressing a girl up against the lockers, stuffing his tongue down her throat.

We've known each other since freshman year, now it's senior year. 4 years with this guy.

Ever since we met he's been stuck on me like a tick. But I'm far from a easy girl. I'm shy, quiet, and know my worth. I was the only one who isn't fooled by the biebs. I could sniff him out as soon as his annoying self came into class.

And I promised myself I would never fall for his tricks. I'm doing pretty damn well if I do say so myself. Even my friends are amazed.

"So?" He asks, passing me the basketball. "Can you just go away?" I groan, walking down to the other net.

He catches up to me and spins me around to face him before I throw a shot. He towers me by a couple inches. But his height doesn't intimidate me. I'm not scared of him. He's just a little shit.

"Y/n y/l/n I've been chasing after you since grade 9. And I'm sure you know that I'm not the type to chase after women" he states, leaning forward to get his point across.

I never thought about that. Justin doesn't chase girls, girls chase him. His rule is too let them come to him. And does it ever works to his advantage.

Never in my life has this guy been an asshole to me, why hadn't I noticed that? I detect it as a disguise though. Whatever, I'm not falling into his trap. He just wants in my pants.

I've never even kissed a guy. Sad right? I want the person to care about me, not just hit it and quit it. Men.

"Justin.." I sigh and he steps towards me making me give him a warning look.

I think being challenging just makes him want me more. Makes sense.

"Sorry sorry" he raises his hands in defense and takes a step back.

"Your a player. You pounce on anything that has boobs and your an asshole to most people. The guys you hang out with are mean and partiers. I've told you a thousand times that I don't wanna be apart of that. I don't wanna be one of your "bitches". I have more pride and dignity in myself then to be your play toy" I stand tall, not shying away from his honey gaze.

"I'm not chasing after you so you can become my "play toy" or bitch. I want you as a friend and an honor to be your boyfriend" he states and my eyes widen.

Since when doesn't Justin date? He just fucks. No strings attached.

"Please, let me take you out this weekend" he begs quietly. A look of sincerity is in his eyes.

I've never seen the Justin bieber beg and be vulnerable. What happened?! I think it over, eyeing him suspiciously.

"Take me out where?" I question, not softening yet. "Anywhere you want" he answers seriously, holding his breath.

"Do I have to kiss you at the end?" I raise a eyebrow, my cheeks flushing pink involuntarily. Am I actually considering this?

"Not unless you want to" he smirks and I swat him on the arm. "Quit smirking" I scold and he chuckles.

"Sorry" he clears his throat, becoming serious again. I eye him a moment more.

He smiles lightly, an actual genuine, innocent smile. A shimmer of adoration glossing over his eyes. It makes my insides flip, and not in the bad way.

"Fine" I roll my eyes and he bounces on his feet, smiling brightly. "Don't pull anything" I warn, pointing my finger in his face. He leans back, holding his hands in defense once again.

"Can I at least give you a fist bump?" He grins and I raise an eyebrow but give in, breaking into a giggle.

"How's Friday? 7?" He questions and I hug the basketball to my stomach. "Okay" I nod.

And since when does Justin take girls out on dates? This really is crazy. Is it wrong to actually be a tad excited? I don't even feel a sense of guilt. This really is crazy.

"Can catch a movie or go downtown" he suggests. "Yeah that sounds good" I agree.

"You got my number?" He questions. I shake my head and he raises his eyebrows. "Everyone has it" he declares. "Well I'm not everyone" I respond proudly and he smirks, looking my face over. "Is there something on my face?" I gasp, touching my face. "No you're perfect" he replies and my eyes widen once again. He coughs awkwardly and I blush, looking down.

"Well um..you have your phone?" He questions. "Oh, yeah" I snap out of it, grabbing my cell from my pocket. I unlock it and go to new contact. He tells me his number and I save his contact as 'Justin💩'.

"So seeya Friday then, 7?" Justin makes sure. "Friday" I nod, a shy smile coming to my lips.

He stands there a moment, smiling at me and I awkwardly rock back and forth on my heels.

Nobody has ever looked at me like that.

"Okay bye" he smiles shyly. "Bye" I giggle and he hesitates before walking off the outdoor basketball court. I watch him leave but turn away quickly when he looks back at me.

A breath I didn't know I was holding leaves my mouth and a smile forms on my face. Why? Well I'm not quite sure. All I can think is..what have I gotten myself into?

My phone vibrates in my hand. It's a text.

"Justin💩: what's your favorite type of flower?" It says. I think for a moment, and question why he's asking such a thing.

"Me: daisies" I send the message and see he's read it. I wait for a reply but nothing.

Sighing, I shoot some more baskets but my head is somewhere else. Somewhere on the thought of my date with Justin.

Friday. At 6:59pm my doorbell rings. I answer it and see Justin standing on the doorstep in a crisp baby blue short sleeve button up, dark jeans, red vans, and hair parted to the side. I've never seen him so casually done up and I think my jaw is dropped. Yup, it is.

"Hey" he smiles and I close my mouth, blushing. "Hi, um one sec I'll just grab my purse" I tell him and he nods.

I invite him in and he waits politely by the door while I grab my purse from my kitchen. Thank god my parents are out. They'd embarrass me for eternities.

I can't help but think how polite Justin is being. The player Justin Bieber is actually being a gentleman. Pinch me.

My stomach swirls with major butterflies and I almost trip into the entrance way.

"You look beautiful" he speaks as I stuff my phone into my purse. I snap my head up too look at him, eyes wide and cheeks growing red.

"I mean you've always been beautiful.." He trails off and I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, shyly looking away. He shyly scratches his cheek, smiling at the ground.

Wow, so now he's shy? I thought he was always the confident type. This is a whole new Justin..and I'm actually liking it.

"Here, these are for you" he states and pulls a bouquet of multicolored daisies from behind his back. "Wow, thank you" I gasp, taking them. He smiles and I quickly go put them in the kitchen. So that's why he asked.

I go back to the door where Justin awaits, watching my every move. I feel myself shy under his gaze.

He holds out his arm with a cheesy grin, "shall we?"

What on earth am I doing?

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