Interracial Justin Bieber Imagines

Mr.Bieber

"Okay class take out your homework!" Mr. Bieber shouts at the class. Mr. Bieber was a very stern teacher but he was always nice to everyone else but you. As you were walking down the hall you heard him ask for you.

"Has anyone seen y/n?" He asks and no one responds. You walk in slowly.

"Good afternoon y/n, pass please?" He asks.

"Um, I was actually coming from a different teacher and he didn't give me a pass because I left on time." 

"So where did you go after you left that teacher?"

"My locker..."

"Are you supposed to go to your locker?"

You shake your head no.

"So why were you at your locker?"

"I needed to get my homework..."

"Have a seat at your desk please."

You nod and walk over to your desk. You always thought that Mr. Bieber was racist because you were black and he wasn't and you were the only black girl in that class. He would be nice to the other white student but mean to you and always question you.

"Also, y/n you're not in uniform."

"I had gym today, so I decided to wear sweatpants."

"That's not uniform."

"Mr. Bieber this was the only color that was available to me this morning while my others were getting washed."

He chuckles and looks back down at his desk and you shake your head in anger. Then you through your head in your hands in frustration forgetting your homework in the other room. And of course by that time Mr. Bieber made his way to you to get your homework.

"Ms.y/n wheres your homework?"

"I left it in the other room."

"Didn't you say you went to your locker to get it?" he asks and you nod.

"So, did you make another stop before you thought it would be nice to come to class?"

"Yes, Mr. Bieber..."

"Come after class. We need to speak."

You sighed in relief, glad that this was the last period.

One Period Later...

Finally I get to hand in my homework! You thought.

"Mr. Bieber, here is my homework."

"Y/n I am not accepting it."

"But why?"

"It was not handed in when it was due, you will have to take the zero."

"Your bugging!"

"No, I am not bugging."

"Can we talk?" You looked at him angrily.

He led you inside the classroom.

"Whats up y/n?" He asks.

"Out of all people in this class i'm the only one you constantly pick on and question every single time. Why is that Mr. Bieber?"

He chuckles.

"What? Do you have a fetish over me? Are you low-key racist? What is it?!?" You practically yell.

"Y/n none of those things are the case. Its just that I see so much more in you. I am actually very interested in getting to know you. Your an amazing girl y/n and I wanted things to become more than teacher/ student. I hope you understand..." He caresses your arm.

"You really think that?" 

"Of course y/n. And I really want us to become more than what we are and that means getting more attention from you since you sit in the back of the class."

"So, now i'm sitting in the front?"

"It'd be wonderful if I could see that beautiful face for an entire 40 minutes everyday." He rubs his thumb against your cheek."

"But, only if its comfortable with you... princess."

You didn't know what to do or how to react, you were scared and still confused.

"Mr. Bieber-"

"Shh call me Justin okay princess?"

You nod and out of nowhere you saw his face getting closer to yours...

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