Justin Bieber Dirty Imagines

➳Imagine #3: Mr.Bieber

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I tapped my fingers against the desk and looked up at the clock silently praying for class to be over soon. The ticking of the clock hands going, ringing in my head.

Can this just be over already? I thought to myself, this class is pure torture.

My hands couldn't bare to put my pencil on the paper. I will fail this stupid damn pop test.

Yes, Mr.Bieber gave us pop tests, not quizzes. I felt a glare going right into my head. Shit.
What would he do if I didn't finish my test?

My hands started to shake as he straightened his tie. Did his eyes ever leave off of my figure? Why can't he let me concentrate.

"Y/N have you wrote one answer onto that paper in front of you?" he questioned boldly. Let it go, Let it go, Please let it go.

He walled over, his tall handsome figure leaned over mine to look at my test. He rolled his eyes and looked at me "Whats your deal? Did you even study?"

I nodded my head fastly as my breathing sped up. He took the test and walked back to his seat, setting it on the desk.

What is he doing with my test? I thought, for all I know I could've just failed the biggest exam in my life.

The bell rang and I sighed in relief "Y/N—" my heart stopped for a moment. "—please meet me after your last class for detention."

The smell of sweaty teen bodies going through the hall was not very pleasant. I went to my locker, putting in the code. 12-36-2 I said in my head, smiling as my locker opened, but it screeched a little as it did.

I put my books in and grabbed my notebook for math, my last period. We never used our book in there just took plenty of notes.

I smiled to myself as I walked to class there was always one teacher supervising the hallway.

As I went past, there Mr.Bieber was, my breath hitching. He always made me nervous, I don't know if it is his good looks or what. I smiled at him and he showed a grin back and let out a huge breath afterwards in relief.

I bit my lip hard as I made way into math. My mind came back to the history test, How was I gonna pass that?

I sat down and wrote down all the notes in math. What the fuck does this stuff even mean? It's like another language.

I giggled to myself and then the late bell rang and class started. I wrote down the whole 3 pages of notes and then finally, the bell rang.

Then I realized, shit I have detention with him.

I sighed and grabbed all my things from the locker. Putting them into my bag and walked over into his classroom. He looked up, and I saw almost relief in his eyes?

It was like all his doubts and worries washed away as I walked in. "Hi, Mr.Bieber" I whispered quietly and he chuckled.

"Come here sweetheart, sit in this chair" he said patting the one next to him. There lied the silly test that I hadn't finished.