Dirty Justin Bieber Imagines

Five Months and Twenty Days

Third's POV:

She looked suspiously around herself and pulled tighter that purse of hers against her chest. "Keep in the middle while walking, don't look at them in the eyes" they had told her when she had told to guards that she was their new art course leader

Disgusting words were flying out of those men mouths who had spent there months, no years in those cells. "Hey, cherry pie! Come here" one of them yelled to Y/N but she ignored it

She looked on her feet and tried focus nothing but getting away from that long hallway to the class were she suppose to be that art class today. Finally she noticed that white door in left which one of the guards had told to her. She opened the door and stepped in

Y/N's POV:

I met older woman guard's face when she stepped in. "Oh hey, you must be Y/N, right?" she asked and I nodded. "Yeah, that's me" I chuckled nervously. "Hey hey, this place and its diners might look a bit creepy but I'll be here watching you in that room" she told and pointed a wall where was a big mirror

It must be those special windows, I thought and finally nodded back to her. "I will run here right away if something happen, okay? Just stay calm and don't show them you're nervous, okay? You'll be fine, Y/N" she tapped my shoulder and disappered in that room back of the art class room

I took a deep breath and opened my bag and took out of my things. There were a few brushes and color palette because I wasn't sure if here is ones or not. I put them on the table and started search my apples and oranges from my bag which we should paint today. Just before first prisoners walked in the class I found those things which I needed

I sat behind the table and followed how one by one seats in front of me filled. Their serious and kind of angry looking face made me feel myself insecure but I knew that I was safe

I stood up and opened my mouth: "So welcome to art course, my friends" It was maybe the worst way to call them but it just slipped out and you couldn't take back your words. Few minutes later the last prisoner, man with short brown hair walked to the room and sat to the front row. He smiled for me shyly

My words went in mess and I started stutter. I heard a few chuckles and whispers before they calmed down again. "T-today w-we'll paint.. fruits, yeah fruit" I mumbled and started give palettes and a few brushes to every prisoners

For my suprise, they mumbled thank's to me and when I reached that last prisoner, the man who had just smiled for me. "Here" I mumbled and nodded. "Thank you, beautiful" he complimented and it was too hard for me not start blush. I just nodded lightly

I walked back behind my table and pulled the cover off over the fruit plate. "You can start, remember be creative" I guided before I sat on my chair and started follow how they started paint

Most of them just sat their arms crossed on their chest and looking around annoyed. I decided let then just be and not say anything. It would be too risky to do that since there would be big men against you. I'd nothing to them if they decide beat me down and the guard wouldn't probably arrive there quick enough even she was just a few meters away

My imagination was rushing too fast that I didn't even heard how some of the men called me. "Hey, girl. Can you come here to check this out?" man with blond hair asked and raised his eyebrows. I just nodded and stood up from my chair and walked over him

His painting looked almost like a real painting. "Wow, that's looks really good. Shading is just perfect good job.." I tapped his shoulder and made him startle a bit. I pulled my hand away quickly and chuckled nervously. Y/N, stop acting like that. You make it too risky, stop, voice inside my head yelled