Interracial Imagines ◇ JB

good girl

good girl
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s u m m a r y ; justin is kinda a fuckboy, lol

Y/N sat at the round table, smoke evading through the air. Her throat itched for air, her eyes straining against the thick smoke, to see the people on the other side.

No one spoke, only they blew fresh smoke out from their mouths. Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her heart beating through her ribcage. Her breathing shallow, the heaviness of the smoke weighing down upon her lungs.

She was close to getting up and leaving, but she couldn't. There was something holding her there. The smoke, no. . .it was him.

Justin Bieber.

He sat on the opposite side of the round table, being the reason that Y/N stayed seated right in that chair. He'd always had this spell type thing on Y/N. If Justin said something to her, she'd almost melt in her spot.

Even if he'd just nodded her way, she'd get that dreamy look in her eyes. Justin knew about Y/N's feelings ever since one of his friend's told him about it. Justin thought he'd string her on. . .for now. . .

Y/N was a good girl. She was the cliché Daddy's girl. She didn't leave the house after ten, she didn't drink alcohol, she didn't smoke, she studied and did everything that was asked of her. But, Justin was the only one who could make her do something, a little. . .different.

She'd been told to stay away from Mr. Justin Bieber by her father, but Y/N didn't listen, seeing as she got caught up with his pretty, hazel eyes and his plump lips. Even though, Justin didn't like black girls all like that, he knew some fun could come out of this.

"Y/N," Justin spoke up from his side of the table, pulling the cigarette from his lips. The grey puff escaped his mouth, once he spoke. On the other side, Y/N still sat, her brows raising at the sound of Justin speaking her name.

"Y-Yes?" She basically whispered, her hands folded in her lap, eyes squinting to make out the figures across the table. She could barely see their silhouettes from all the smoke. Her eyes scanned over them, only focusing on the one she thought was Justin.

"Why'd you come here?" He rasped at her, before taking a quick drag from the stick between his fingers. Justin knew what he was doing asking these questions. . .

"U-Um, I dunno. . .I wanted something different," She hesitated, her cheeks heating up with her confession. The figure beside Justin laughed, making Y/N roll her eyes and blush harder. Y/N was sure that Justin's friends knew about her liking him.

"You mean you wanted him?" One of Justin's friends huffed out a large amount of smoke into the air. Y/N looked away from the figures and down to her barely visual hands, that sat in her lap.

Her ears picked up on Justin's laughter as it spilled through his lips. His laugh made Y/N want to smile, but she couldn't, not right now. . .

"Man, chill, you gonna scare the good girl!" Another one of Justin's friends cackled, and then, they all laughed. Y/N had wondered what was so funny about this situation.

Their laughter took a while to die down, and after it did, Justin thought he'd get to the point.

"So, Y/N, you wanna try something new?" Justin said for a second time, looking directly at her form from across the table. He could see her, her nice dark skin and her pretty eyes that were a few shades darker than his own.

She nodded feverishly at him, making his friend crack a smirk. His friends knew where this was heading. . .

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yay!  part TWO?
didn't want to abandon you guys
lol
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