His Inspiration (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

(Justin’s POV)

“Fag!”

Someone from behind me shouted. Ignoring who it was I kept on walking down to my first hour AP art. I knew exactly who it was. Jack Roalf, captain of the basketball team.

I kept strolling and got lost in thought. I was just wondering why he would call me that. Since i’ve re-joined the hockey team, the teasing hasn’t been half as bad.

After the incident with Caitlin happened, I changed completely. That included dropping out of hockey and earning a whole new viewpoint in life.

Continuing on my way to art I noticed jack & his team mates hanging out with Jasmine, Hannah, And MaKenzi, and a few others. Otherwise known as the prettiest & most popular bitches in the school. The people I was totally much better than.

I wasn’t wasting my high school career drinking, partying, or sleeping around. I’m actually a part of the abstinence committee, and know I will succeed here in Canada, even though junior year is going extremely slow, and I don’t see the point in things anymore.

I’ve been having a hard time finding inspiration from anyone besides God and my family. Especially in my paintings. I have so many religious scenes, and family portraits painted. My last picture was of the cross, and it was phenomenal, but i got knocked down 5 points because my theme was getting “boring and not school appropriate.” See I go to a french intermission school, and the kids are many different religions.

I tried to brainstorm ideas while I glanced down at my class schedule. It’s a new semester, and the only thing that changed was the teacher and the hour of this class. I double checked the room number, and saw there was assigned tables on the board. I took a seat at the corresponding table, and that’s when she walked in..

(Felicity’s POV)

It was the first day of the new semester. I decided to take AP art, I wanted to try something different and to create what I’m feeling. I looked at my schedule and my map, trying to find the art room when all my books fell to the floor.

“Jack!” I yelled.

“Opps my bad i didn’t see you there!” Jack said with laughter.

I rolled my eyes and walked away. Jack is one of my best friends, I love him, but he can be so annoying at times.

I continued walking to class, the bell rang right when I was about to walk into advanced art. Late for class. Another thing that I didn’t care about anymore. When I walked in I saw that Jack was there (in the classroom adjacent ) already before I was. Probably skateboarded to his class or something. Breaking and stretching the rules, like he always does.

“Felicity!” My friends yelled.

I made my way over to some cool people and I noticed someone. He had perfect brown hair with caramel colored eyes, from what I could see behind his thick Ray Bans. He was captivating, and a mystery to unfold, but I’m not sure if he was my type.... maybe..

I made my way over to sit with my friends when Jack somehow was in this classroom, and yelling at the guy with the perfect, side swept hair.

“Justin’s a fag!” Jack shouted.

So his name was Justin... I hit jack’s arm.

“Jack stop being a jerk to him and go to your own class.” I said firmly.

“Protecting the nerd are ya?” Jack said.

“I’m just not rude like you, now sit down and shut the fuck up.” I said.

I took my seat by my friends, and then noticed i couldn’t sit there, my seat was by Justin. This could be better than sitting by my friends. They can get annoying at times talking about who they have been sleeping with which is awkward because i’m a virgin. Which they don’t know that.

I took my seat by Justin and smiled at him. He smiled back at me and blushed. I was just about to say something to him when I noticed Jack still hadn't gone to his class, and he started making his way towards us..