university (justin bieber)

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"Listen up, everybody. Pair up with one other classmate and begin your project," My psychology professor turned around to face us, taking a break from writing instructions on the board.

Simultaneously groaning, everyone got out of their seats and wandered to find their partner for our upcoming project. Instead of a final, our professor wanted us to do something that she believed would be more beneficial.

I looked around nervously, biting my lip as I wondered who to work with. Most of the students had already formed pairs, leaving me alone along with one other girl whom I had never seen before. Smiling at her, I walked towards her table and sat down beside her. Her cheeks flared with heat, making her cover her face with her hands.

"I'm sorry," She mumbled nervously. "I'm really shy."

I shrugged at her, watching her tuck a few strands of hair behind her ears. Her blonde, curly hair jutted out in in different directions, some pieces in the way of her eyes.

"That's alright. I'm Jasmine, by the way," I introduced myself, sticking my hand out. She hesitated, but grabbed my hand and loosely shook it.

"Stephanie," She stuttered, wiping her sweaty hands down on her pants.

Looking up at the board, I read the instructions for our project. We were assigned to find a group of individuals around campus, asking them all the same questions to assess their personality types.

I felt Stephanie's eyes boring into the side of my face as I scanned the board in front of us, making me shift around uncomfortably in my seat.

"You know Justin, right? Bieber? I think I saw you guys around campus together before he left," She spoke quickly, making me furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

Laughing, I turned to face her and nodded my head inquisitively.

"Yeah, I do. Why?"

Stephanie bit her lip and played with the edges of her notebook paper, ripping them off and letting them fall to the ground. She avoided eye contact with me, her eyes focusing on the white shreds of paper that adorned the ground.

"My cousin, Hailey, is working with him. She told me all about it," Stephanie muttered.

I felt my jaw clench as I heard her speak. Hailey? Who the hell is Hailey? I hadn't talked to him for two weeks, and I had to find out through someone else?

"Working with him?" I tilted my head. "What do you mean by that?"

Stephanie finally looked up at me, smiling nervously. Her hands were clamped shut on her lap, trembling out of nervousness.

"Well, she's a model," Stephanie's voice cracked. "That's what she does for a living, but Justin's manager called her up because he knows that she's well known. He set up an appointment for Hailey to meet with Justin."

"What was the meeting about?"

Stephanie took a deep breath in and continued, making my stomach turn with disapproval.

"Scott wanted Hailey to sign a contract for a publicity stunt. They're supposed to be seen together in public for a few months, I think. It'll bring more attention onto Justin because paparazzi are always following Hailey."