Tutoring The Troublemaker (Justin Bieber FanFic)

Partners

One week into Comparative Studies of Race and Ethnicity and we were assigned our first partner project.

"So New York, you up for doing this project together?" Rye asked me. I was trying to avoid Rye ever since the kiss. But it was hard since we sat next to each other in the class.

"Yeah. Sure" I said with a smile. I could never say no.

"Alright so since professor took all class lecturing we will probably have to work after school." He said. "I would say my place but I live with 40 other guys" he said. I laughed

"we can do this at my place. My roommate shouldn't mind" I said "meet me in the parking lot at 3." I said. I picked up my stuff and left the class. I went to my Drug Delivery in the 21st Century class and we sat through a PowerPoint. I took notes throughout the entire thing of course. But after that three hour class I was finished with my day. I checked the time 2:50pm. I picked up and left the class. I walked to my Benz and Rye was leaning up against his truck.

"You ready?" I asked. He nodded and got into his truck. I got into my Benz and he followed me for 15 minutes until we reached my apartment. We went inside and Justin was face timing his sister.

"Oh hey" Justin said. Turning his attention to Rye and I. "Uh. Jazz I got to go" he said. "I'll call you back" he said

"Tell Adriana I said bye!" She said. Then she hung up.

"Hey. Justin this is Rye" I said. "Rye this is my roommate justin"

"Hey man" Rye said shaking Justin's hand. I noticed the firm intense vibe coming off of Justin's side of the handshake. Rye pulled away quickly. "So do you go to Stanford too?" Rye asked. Just trying to make conversation

"Pretentious snobs talking about Politics? No thanks." Justin said with a smug laugh. I gave him the are you kidding me? Eyes.

"Well Rye and I are going to work in my room on our project" I snapped at him.

"What's the project?"

"Sexuality" I said

"What?" He asked almost choking.

"Sexuality among Race you idiot" I said. Hitting him playfully. I led Rye to my room and we sat on my bed while we worked. I worked on research and notes while he prepared the PowerPoint and the speech/essay we had to write. He ended up staying for a while. We ordered sushi from PostMates.

"And this camel threw up on me when I was seven." He said. He was telling me about all this travels. I bursted out in laughter

"No way!" I said. Trying to breathe.

"Yeah. I was this little kid covered in camel vomit. Worst experience ever." He said. "What about you? Worst experience ever."
Justin killing himself? My sister committing suicide? My brother trying to murder me?

"When I was nine I ran over a squirrel with my bike." I said. He tried to hold his laugh in. "I was going down this steep hill like really fast and i couldn't stop or turn without flipping the bike and killing myself." I said. "I sat in the middle of the road screaming crying at the poor little guy." Rye was almost in tears crying. "It's not funny! I was so sad!" I said hitting him with one of my throw pillows.

"Ok. Ok. I'm sorry. You are just not like anyone I've ever met." He said. He pulled a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned in. And I wanted to kiss him. Badly. But I pulled away out of respect for my break with Justin.

"I'm sorry. I can't. I mean- I just can't. It's not fair to Justin" I whispered.

"Alright. I respect that. I should probably head back now anyways." He said. We walked out of my room and Justin was watching Netflix in the living room. As if he were waiting for us to come out.

"Nice to meet you Justin" Rye said.

"You too... River" he said. Making it obvious he made the mistake on purpose. But we ignored him and I walked him downstairs.

"I'm sorry about him. He's-" I let out a sigh.

"He loves you. I get it." Rye said. "Bro Code says he has dibs. And I am a man of dibs." He said. I smiled. With a slight chuckle. "Well he's a very lucky guy. I hope he knows it." Rye said.

"I think he does" I said. He smiled. "Goodnight." I said then stood on my tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Night" he said. I watched as he got into his truck. I went back upstairs and Justin was still in the same spot.

"Are you insane?!" I asked nearly yelling. "Quit being such a dick!" I said.

"What the fuck Adriana?! We have that one night together and now your going to pretend like it never happened?!" He asked

"What are you talking about?" I asked

"That douche bag you dared to bring into our home! I knew from the minute he walked in he just wanted to get in your pants" he said. Getting up from the couch.

"He's a fucking classmate Justin! We are partners for a fucking project! Why are you so jealous?!" I asked. He was silent for a little. "Justin!" I nearly yelled.

"Because he's better than me! You and I both know that Mr. Blue Eyed, Travel the World, Ripped, Delta Frat Boy is better than me. And I'm afraid of loosing you because I'm not Stanford material" He said. His voice calming down. He sat back down and put his head in his hands. I knelt down in front of him. I lifted his chin so he could look at me.

"Sure, Rye got a perfect score on his SAT, and he got an internship with Solar Roadways, and he plays football and lacrosse for Stanford. But there's one thing you have that he doesn't." I said

"Beercules?" He asked. I laughed.

"Me"

"Now don't go on thinking you're special" he whispered. With his joking smirk. I grinned and kissed him. When I pulled away he pulled me to him and hugged me tight

"I missed you" I whispered.

"I missed you too." He whispered as well. Then kissed the top of my head