Count Of Three, We Run (Justin Bieber)

1. They're Original Sweetheart

-Justin's POV-

"No! I'm not going back to school! I'm almost 20, mom!" I whined.

"My choice is final. It's just school, anyways. If you'd paid attention to your studies, you wouldn't have to do this!" My mom snapped at me.

Ugh! I "failed" my senior year, so I'm going to a school in Stratford. Bleh!

"Now go and have fun." My mom said and I rolled my eyes. Fun? What the hell. Running away from paparazzi... I groaned.

"Let's go get some ice cream, bro." Ryan said, and I dressed up. Shades, check. Snapback, check. Hoodie, check. I walked out with Ryan and it was fucking hot. I looked around and saw no paps. I sighed in relief.

"Let's go get some ice cream... it's so hot" I suggested to Ryan. No doubt, he excepted. We went to the nearest ice cream parlor and heard two girls talking. Yes, I eavesdropped.

"Thank you so much. I was starving." One girl said.

The other replied, "you really should eat. You're gonna die of starvation." She sounded worried. Ryan and I walked up to the window looking thingy. I noticed that there were 2 people in there, just like I expected.

"Give us the best ice creams you've got." I ordered them.

One got right to work, but this other girl that was eating glared at me.

"Do we know you?" She asked. I gulped and Ryan stiffened next to me. Did she find out that we're... or I'm Justin Bieber?

I quickly answered her, though. "No, I don't think so."

"Then don't talk to us like THAT" she snapped at us. The girl that was getting the ice cream looked at the girl who was eating with a uneasy expression.

"Do we look like servants to you? I don't care who you guys are, but there's a way you talk to people, and THAT wasn't how." She put down her plate of food and glared at us. Ryan chuckled next to me. I wanted to throw away my disguise and shout at her, telling her that I'm Justin Bieber.

The girl that was getting us our ice cream looked at the clock and cursed.

"Hey... it's almost 7-"

The bitchy girl cussed and took off her apron while saying, "I'm so sorry... can you handle this by yourself?"

The nice girl smiled and replied, "hurry! Be careful"

The girl ran off and I got my ice cream and paid her as I left.

"Damn... that bitch just ruined our ice cream!" Ryan whined. I just smiled.

Next day, I got ready for school. Yes, school. I still dressed like I usually would. All black.

"You are going like that to School?" My mom asked. I ignored her and ate my breakfast.

My mom sighed and hugged me. "Have fun at school, Justin. I love you." I smiled.

"I love you, too, mom." I replied.

My limo came soon, and I arrived at school. There were fans everywhere... and paps, too. I groaned.

"Where's Hamilton?" I snapped at the driver.

The driver glanced at me and said, "it's school, sir. No one will try to kill you."

I threw my head back in frustration. I looked at the door and counted to three I'm my head. I burst out the car and ran inside, just in time to save myself. But inside, there were students asking for autographs and pictures. I always have time for Beliebers! I took my time, although the school bell rang. When I was done, then, I went to the principal's office.