Justin Bieber Interracial Imagines

Brotherly Bonding pt 1 (re-edited)

EDITED PLEASE RE-READ! I added ☺️
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Wouldn't be a Justin Bieber Imagine Book without Imagines with the infamous Jason Mcann. Y/N 👆🏾

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Justin's POV
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Y/n was so beautiful. I stared at her from across the room. Her hair was in those large, but fitting box braids, which were held up into a pony tail. Her hoops dangled from her earlobes clashing against her skin with each turn she did to discuss something with her friends.

God, the things I'd do to have that beautiful work of art in my hands.

I pushed up my glasses and rested my chin on my palm gazing at the exquisite site in front of me.

I've had this secret crush on (y/n) since 6th grade when she first moved here to Canada. It's grown each day and I don't think I can contain this secret any longer.

I wanted her to be mine. I knew a lot of things But I didn't quite know how to get her. Or any girl for that matter.

Glancing at the clock there was only a few minutes left in class before the lunch bell rang and I had to devise a plan quickly! I searched "how to ask a girl out" on google and 1000 of results popped up instantly.

I decided to go with the first one. It seemed to come from a reliable source. Buzzfeed. Who doesn't trust Buzzfeed?

[Yo I fuckin hate buzzfeed]

The bell rang and I quickly gathered my things to try and talk to (y/n) . I scurried out the door behind her but tripped over my feet and crashed to the grown braking my glasses.

"Oh! Oh my gosh are you okay?" A blurry blob but I knew it was my lovely (y/n) asked.

I laughed nervously, picking up the millions of pieces of glass from my black thick frames.

"Yes, yes I'm fine." I smiled for reassurance.

"Here's your book." She handed, well tried to hand me my calculus textbook , but I grabbed at air causing her to giggle.

"I think you need some new glasses."

I opened my mouth to speak but one of her friends called her away.

Dammit Justin Drew you ruined it. I mentally slapped myself in the face.

"You're such a nerd." My older brother, Jason, proclaimed like I didn't already know that.
He reached out a hand to help me up.

"She's so bad. You're really trying to get with (y/n)?"

I nodded my head while walking briskly towards my locker to get my spare pair of glasses and lunch.

Jason leaned against a random locker next to mine with his hands smushed in his black skinny jeans.

"You know Just, if you need my help. All you have to do is ask." He smirked.

"I don't need your help. I'm perfectly capable of doing this on my own." I walked away from my locker and towards the crowded lunchroom with Jason hot on my trail.

"If you didn't need my help then (y/n) would have been yours. Plus with my help she'll be putty in your hands."

I sat down at my table that was across from (y/n)'s and her friends.

"Look, let me be your wingman. Women are my area of expertise." He expressed while taking my pudding cup and slurping it down.

"What are you gonna do?"

He took a minute staring at me then turning around to peek at (y/n) before turning back around and responding.

"Let me do my homework before I make any decisions. Don't make any plans after school." He got up and walked away.

God I hope Jason knows what he is doing.

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Jason's POV
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I followed behind (y/n) and her best friend Sofiya. They were to into their conversation about Chris Brown to even notice that I've been following them from their Chemistry class all the way to the parking lot.

Sofiya was a pretty blasian girl who actually kind of looked like (y/n), but had a totally polar personality. She was wild, and carefree. Not that it's a bad thing.

She's had a "little" crush on me ever since freshmen year.

I know I can take advantage of this to pull any information I want from her.

(y/n) pulled off in her midnight black jeep and rode off to God knows where.

I leaned against the driver's door of Sofiya's all white Jeep. She jumped a little, obviously surprised by my presence, but I acted as if I didn't notice.

"Hey Ja-? Jason right?" She stepped towards me pretending to not know my name.

It took everything within me to not roll my eyes and I succeeded with a fake Grammy winning smile.

"Hey." I grinned penetrating her brown eyes with my crystal blue ones.

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New A/N: I EDITED THIS VERSION BECAUSE IT FELT WEIRD INCLUDING THE LAST PART (Jason's POV) INTO THE PART TWO IMAGINE.

Old A/N: I've noticed we still use high school settings in these jb imagines when the nigga is like 38 (I'm exaggerating) in rl😂 I try and use college but fuck ion know what that's like.