Our little secret

Chapter 7

I knocked on Alison's door then waited what seemed like forever for her. She usually answers right away or at least within a few seconds. We decided to walk to school together today.

I knock again but louder this time and she finally opens. "Oh.. sorry." She smiles.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Why did you make me wait so long?"I inquire. Then I see what shes wearing. She has on a plain black crop top and cut-off denim shorts with silver studs to go over them.

"Oh..." I say in reply for her outfit.

Alison softly chuckles. "Yeah I was trying to decide of witch earrings to wear... they both matched my outfit really well but I decided on this." She tells me showing me her dangly solver earrings. I nod in response.

"I just thought the dream catcher earrings would've been a little much." She adds.

I slightly laugh. "Yeah it wouldn't be earrings."

Alison furrows while smirking. "What do you mean?" she asks.

I gently tug on the sleeve of her shirt. "Isn't this outfit a little much... even for you? And do you realize how cold it is?"

Alison shrugs. She bends down to pick her backpack up from the floor then flings it on her shoulder. She steps out onto the porch with me closing the door behind her. "Shall we?"

I start walking with her along the sidewalk to school. "But why are you so dressed up all of a sudden?"

She smirks. "I like to try new things."

The bell rings meaning it's time for English, then lunch. Thank God I'm starving.

I shut my locker. "You ready to go to class?" I ask.

"Oh I'll meet you there. Let me just organize my locker really quickly." Alison says.

I nod then walk quickly to class.

"Morning miss Mitchell." Mr. Bieber greets me by his door.

"Morning."I reply walking into his classroom.

I take a seat in the front row. Mr. Bieber sits at his desk waiting for everyone to come in and the bell to ring.

People fill the classroom one by one. While Mr. Justin Bieber and I act like we've never even talked to each other outside of school before.

Finally Alison enters the classroom holding a zip-lock of... cookies? Confused I watch her while frowning.

She's smiling while walking up to Justin's desk. "Um Mr. Bieber... I made these last night." She tells him while giving him the plastic bag.

"Oh, they look delicious. Thank you Miss Gray."

"Yeah... I just want to see if you like them. If- if you do you can have them..."

Justin nods while pursing his lips. He opens the zipping bag and takes a cookie out. He takes a bite. "Chocolate chip... my favorite thanks a lot Alison."

"What a lucky coincidence." Alison chuckle. "Well I'm glad you like them." She says then chooses the empty desk beside me.

Shocked I lean over and whisper to her. "Why did you bring Mr. Bieber cookies?"

"Well you know I figured since you two don't have a thing and I don't see a ring on his finger that I can hit on him... right?"

I gulp. I didn't really think that she would claim him now that she knows me and Mr. Bieber aren't dating. "So that's why you wore that outfit?!" I question, she nods.

"But I tought you weren't liking him anymore. He gave you a D on your paper." I reminded.

"Yeah but like you said... I deserve an F." Allison replied then smiled.

I fake a smile back at my best friend then lean away from her desk. Soon the class is full and the bell rings.

After class people rush out of their seats gathering their things as fast as they can like the zombie apocalypse is happening when the bell rings. I get my binder, my English homework and my notebook and leave the classroom after everyone else.

I notice that Alison takes her sweet time leaving so I figure she's gonna try to flirt with Mr. Bieber. I slightly roll my eyes to myself at the thought.

I stand by the door trying my best to eavesdrop on them but casually act as if I was waiting for Ali. Which I kind of am.

I'm hidden behind the door so nether of them can see me.

"Mr. Bieber um... this homework seems a little... complicated to me. you think you could help?"

Sure Alison. What about it is complicated for you?"

Well..."

Their conversation becomes indistinct when I see a teacher come towards Mr. Biebers classroom. She smiles at me. "Hello."

I respond with a smile."Hi."

She walks inside of the classroom. "Excuse me but I need to talk to Mr. Bieber if that's ok?."

I sign waiting for Alison to storm out and complain to me about how Ms. Noel ruined everything for her.

I see Alison walk out a few seconds later and I walk beside her. "So you're crushing on Mr. Bieber now?"

Alison scoffs. "I've been crushing on him, I just know now that he's available."

"Right." I mutter.

"That stupid math teacher was acting all giggly and flirty with him. Like hello! I'm young and pretty so leave him alone!"

"She- she was?"I ask.

"Yeah! She's like..." Alison pauses to giggle. "Thanks Mr. Bieber then-ugh, I forget it. I don't wanna talk about it."

I chew my bottom lip feeling a pang of jealousy run through my veins like adrenaline.

When English class ended I made sure I was the last to leave so I can say a few words to Justin.

Alison gives him a flirty smile before leaving the classroom making me want to roll my eyes but I fight it.

I clear my throat then walk up to Justin's desk. "Um... thank you... for... using your inspiration from me."

He looks at me and smiles. "You're very welcome Tori."

I lick my lips then gulp tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "Um... I don't know if it's ok to call you Justin anymore but..."

"Of course you still can. Why wouldn't it be okay anymore?" Justin interjects.

I softly scoff. "Sorry... lately I've been confused. I never knew which one I should stick to Justin or Mr. Bieber."

"Well... let me help you out. When there are people around you call me Mr. Bieber. When were alone you can call me Justin." He answers with a smile.

"To be honest... after what I said to you I thought you'd be mad at me or I would have to call you Mr. Bieber all the time from now on." I admit.

"Why would I be mad Tori? What you said was the truth..."

I shrug then nod.

Justin stands up and sighs getting closer to me. "But sometimes it's not the wrong thing... if it feels right for you... for what you feel inside."