BLUE • Justin Bieber

1♕ get used to it

Justin

I couldn't stand her.

Her perfect face. Her perfect clothes. Her perfect hair. Her perfect body. Her perfect life.

She was everything I was not. She had it all. She was the most popular girl. She had many friends. All the girls wanted to be like her, be her friend, or they envied her. All the boys wanted to be with her. I on the other hand, didn't want to be around her. I wished that she was gone.

It didn't help that we took voice class together. The first day I saw her walk in the class, I thought it was a joke. She pranced with her short skirt to a random seat in the front of the class and chatted with some girls. I scoffed, shifting myself in my seat at the back of the room. I put my head down on the desk with my hood on. I had no interest in seeing her pretty little head whenever I had to look forward.

The bell rung and our teacher, Mrs. Sawyer, begun talking, which startled me a bit. I raised my head up and saw her standing in front of the now filled class.

"Hello all! Welcome to Voice 1. This semester we will not only be singing, but songwriting as well."

Songwriting was a passion of mine, along with singing. It was my only escape out of this shit world. Seeing Sasha in here was threatening. It was like she was taking the one thing that made me feel safe, away from me.

"Let's go!" Mrs. Sawyer clapped her hands, taking me out of my thoughts. I glanced around the room and saw everyone moving to different seats. I turned to the first person I saw and grabbed them by the shoulder.

"What's going on?"

He jerked out of my grab and glared at me, "We're getting in our voice sections, dude. If you were paying attention then you would know!" He rolled his eyes and sat in the middle. I let out a breath and sat in a seat in the middle. All of the boys sat in the middle because of our voice parts were different than the girls. I saw Sasha sitting on the Sopranos side, of fucking course. I rolled my eyes staring at her perfect dark curls.

"Today we're just going to make sure we are in the right sections. Tomorrow we will be going over sheet music! I'm sure everyone in here knows how to do that, given the fact that you all had to take choir before you could take this class," Mrs. Sawyer went on and on and finally after an hour in class, it was time for the next one. I quickly grabbed my shit and hurried out of the classroom. On my way out, Sasha and her boyfriend, Brad, was standing outside of the room talking to a few of their friends that were on the basketball team.

Brad used to be my best friend, until he joined the basketball team in ninth grade. We're in our senior year now and we've grown apart. Brad knows, well knew, everything about me. He now takes that as an advantage.

As I walked passed them, Brad stuck out his foot. I immediately tripped and fell face down on the floor. Laughter was heard all around us. I bit my lip and stood up slowly. I turned to Brad, who was now laughing and holding his stomach like it was the funniest thing in the world.

I glared, "Very funny Brad." I said, jaw clenched and trying not to punch him in a heartbeat right here.

He nodded, "Oh, I know. See you later, Bieber." He patted my shoulder hard as he walked away. Sasha was the last to leave. I glared at her and she quickly walked away, catching up with her boyfriend. I picked up my backpack and continued my stroll down the hallway to my next class.

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I walk home everyday while every other senior either drives or carpools with their friends. My house, well my brothers, isn't far from the school. Even if it wasn't, he wouldn't let me use the car anyway. My brother, Jason is four years older than me and the only family that I have at the moment. He's a trouble maker but he's manageable.

I jog up the steps, taking my hood off, and unlocking the door. Our house isn't big but it isn't small either. Three bedroom, one bath, brick house. One car, Jason's, which was in the driveway. I close the door and yell out that I was home. No answer. I drop my backpack on the floor and go straight to the kitchen.

After making a good sandwich, Jason finally showed his face. He tiredly walked in the kitchen and going straight to the refrigerator.

"How's my baby brother?" He smirked, grabbing a bottle of beer and opening it. I shrugged, "Another day, another drama."

"I can relate. Another one of the boys didn't pay today." I could hear the anger in his voice. I sighed, grabbed my plate and sat at the table. Jason made himself a sandwich and sat at the table with me.

"The boys are coming over tonight. i Hopefully you'll join us, Bizzle." He raised his eyebrows. Jason wasn't the type of person to play with, but my brother claimed he knew what was best for me. I didn't want to argue with him today so I finished my sandwich and grabbed my backpack, going to my room.