Mr. Bieber (A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Mr. Bieber -- Two: Confrontation

I lay in bed, my hair splayed around my head. I close my eyes and I could feel his kiss again, see his eyes. I sit up and get dressed. I was in white jean shorts and a thin, pink, flowy shirt over a white tank top. I pull on my Vans and sling on my backpack.

"I'm going to school," I yell to my dad.

"Alright."

I jog down the street, beginning my long walk to school. I put my headphones in and play So Listen by Cody Simpson. I hum along when I car slows beside me. I look at it and the window rolls down. Inside was the man himself. I pull out a headphone.

"What?" I ask.

"Get in the car," he says, unlocking the doors.

"Why should I do that? It might get you in trouble." I sneer. I was still pissed at him.

"So we can talk. I can see that you're mad. Let's settle this." He raises his eyebrows at his suggestion.

I bite the inside of my cheek, contemplating whether or not I should get in.

"Fuck it," I mumble as I walk around the the other side of the car.

I pop open the door and get inside. He was driving a black and purple Camero with leather interior. I had to admit, I loved it. I close the door and look at him.

"What?" I ask again.

"Just a second."

He drives down behind the houses with lots of privacy. The only people who live around here are rich people who are gone all the time. No one was here now. He parks and unbuckles. He turns to me and I look at him.

"I'm sorry. It's just that if anyone finds out about this, I'd get in a lot of trouble. With the school and the law," he explains. "I want you to know I don't regret it because I didn't like it. I liked it. A lot."

"Then why'd you do it if you could go to jail for it?" I ask, looking at me hands.

"Because I wanted to. I couldn't help myself," he says. He chuckles. "It's your fault."

I look at him in disbelief. "My fault?"

"You kept pursing your lips and stuff. You were, like, begging me." He laughs and brushes the hair from my face. "Nice outfit, by the way."

I bite my lip and look down as my cheeks warm up. I peek at him and he is dressed in leather jeans and white muscle shirt covered by a black blazer. The shoes of his choice were some Supra high tops.

"I can say the same thing about you," I say.

He smiles, his eyes sparkling. I smile back.

"Are we okay now?" he asks, linking his fingers through mine.

His fingers fit perfectly in mine. The touch made my heart jump. The sudden touch surprised me.

I look at him. "Yeah. We're okay. But what are we?"

He sits back and rubs his chin. I knew he was thinking. His golden hair was gelled up in a quiff that looked so silky and touchable.

"Well, I guess it is what you want it to be," he says, looking back at me. "If we are together, then it needs to be on a very secret level that is only between us."

"I can keep a secret."

"It needs to be very, very confidential."

I nod, tucking my hair behind my ear. I fiddle with my fingers, the urge striking me again. I look at him and he looks back. He caresses my cheek with a touch as light as a feather. His hands were soft and warm. I lean into his hand and place my hand on top of his. I smile a little and close my eyes.

Then I feel something brush my lips. I open my eyes a little and see Mr. Bieber or Justin looking back at me. He isn't sure whether to kiss me or not. I take the chance and press my mouth against his. The sweet taste of his lips make me swoon. I feel him relax under the kiss.

"Mmm," he mumbles.

He pulls away and then smiles.

"School now, shall we?" he says, starting the car. "I'll drop you off a couple blocks away from school."

I nod and buckle in. I place my bag in my lap and lean back. He takes hold of my hand, lacing our fingers.

"So should I still call you Mr. Bieber when we're together like this?"