Lingerie • jariana

F o u r t e e n

I know Ariana didn't write What Do You Mean. I know it belongs to Justin Bieber. But please pretend that she wrote the beginning of it, for the two of them. Please.

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Ariana ;

I looked over the song again, and bit on the end of my eraser. I re-read it, trying to find a tune.

What Do You Mean :

What do you mean?
When you nod your head yes
But you wanna say no
What do you mean?

I sighed and bit down firmly on my bottom lip. I was beyond frustrated. I needed his help.

Not just with the song.

God, I wished he had fucked me the other day. I craved his body, his lips, his everything.

He was so perfect.

I don't care what anyone says.

I picked up my iPhone, and dialed his number again. It was the fifth time today, and it's only 11:30am.

This project was due next Friday. Monday the latest.

"Hey this is JB, sorry I couldn't get to you in time, I'll call you back later, or not, whatever, bye," I groaned, as I reached his stupid voicemail again.

"Justin please answer, it's Ariana, and I need you, please call me back when you hear this," I said desperately, my voice yearning for him.

I ended the call, and tapped my pencil against the college ruled paper. I needed him.

My phone started quacking, which was my ringtone. I felt my heartbeat speed up.

I knew he'd come around.

I picked up my phone, and my face drops, it was my mom.

"Hello?," I ask, trying to hide the fact I was upset.

"Hey sweetie, I'm gonna be home in about an hour, want me to get you some lunch from Panera?," she asked.

"Uhm, yeah sure," I say.

"Okay baby, don't study too hard, see you soon, I love you," she says.

"Love you too," I whisper.

The line cuts off and I throw my phone at the foot of my bed. There was a knock at my door.

"Come in," this time my voice cracks.

Frankie walks in, a smile on his face. I try to fake a smile, and hold back my tears, but he's sees right through me.

"What's the matter?," he asks, sitting beside me. He lifts the covers, and scoots in close to me.

"Justin Bieber," I tell him.

"The bad ass of your school, what's he got to do with it?," he asks.

"He's my project partner for Music, and we're supposed to be writing a song, and performing it in front of the class, next Friday," I say.

"And he made you cry because.."

"We sorta.. almost had sex, he rejected me, went to school the next day, found out he got expelled for getting into a fight, left school after some bitches pissed me off, talking shit about him, so I went to his house,"

"What happened to Derek?,"

"I dumped him– well he dumped me, we just weren't working anymore," I say.

I took a deep breath before continuing.

"When I got there, I met his mom, by accident, I didn't know she was there, anyway he came down, and he told me basically we we're polar opposites, he wanted nothing to do with me, and I should do the project on my own, and he'll take the F," I finished, more tears spilled out of my eyes.

"Wow.." Frankie said.

"I know, he's a dick," I grumble, wiping away tears.

"No, Ariana.. I think you like him, a lot more than you think you do" that caught my attention.

"What? No! No I don't, I barely know him, I most definitely do not like him," I say, shaking my head vigorously.

"So I can call one of my girl friends, and hook her up?,"

"Don't you fucking even think about it, he's mine!," I snap.

Frankie raised his eyebrows, and I gasped realizing I just snapped on my own brother.

"Frankie.. I'm so sorry," I wrap him up in a hug.

He laughs, but hugs me back tightly.

"You like him," he says.

I groan, and bury my head into his chest. "Can we not talk about my liking for the infamous school bad boy?," I ask.

"I guess.." He sighs over dramatically.

"Put on Clueless," I say, as he searches through movies on Netflix.

So he does, and we have a sibling day.

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Filler chapter, sorry just wanted to update again, hope you liked it! The project is due next Friday, but idk if I'll stop the book there.. probably not. 😂

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