Fascination - JB

The Good Girl

November 18th, 2016

Justin's POV

Her innocence mocked me. Every time she does something like smile, walk, talk, blink aggravates me. It pisses me off knowing she's never been touched. Never experience a real, good fucking. Probably never even kissed before; she's too prideful to even have a boyfriend. I see these little boys trying to get her attention, but she politely declines them all.

Not ever have I ever witness her look at another person in a smug way. Her innocence is pure and I want to be the one to taint it. Show her what she could do, feel, be when she's with a real man. When's she's with me.

I want to taste her sweet innocence on my tongue, feel her soft, pink lips on mine, touch her warm, smooth skin, hear her moans and whimpers. Just thinking about her being in my control makes my mouth water with desire, my cock throb thinking about how tight her count is. God, this little girl is driving me insane and I hadn't even laid a finger on her.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bieber. How was your weekend?" Her voice makes parts of me weak, others very excited.

Oh, right. She just walked through the classroom door. Bloody fucking hell.

"Good afternoon, Y/n. My weekend was boring. Grading and such." I said as casual as possible.

"Oh, well maybe you should take time off for yourself? Besides, I'm sure you need it." Her smile does things to me, make my heart rate speed up. I almost growled at her, took everything in me not to. "I'll consider it." I smiled a flashy, toothy grin.

She continued to take her seat in the far back corner of the classroom. Makes me frown knowing she'd rather sit in the back than up here in the front.

The class bell rang so without further a due, this class needs to get started.

"Alright, good afternoon, class. Today, let's just lounge around. I don't have any lessons planned, but make sure you're doing work. Spend this hour as a study. No goofing around. Keep quiet." I informed.

Immediately, the class let out a sigh of relief. I'm sure they all had other classes to study for, but instead, they turned to the person to their right and left engaging in conversation. Shaking my head, I sighed myself. These kids must not give a shit about their grades.

Taking a seat at my desk, I started grading more work from late-hand in students. Almost subconsciously, I checked if Y/n was still there.

And she was; and of course; she had her nose stuck in her textbook with a pencil in hand on a piece of notebook paper for her next class. I smiled sadly watching as she scribbled down notes and a focused look painting her expression. She's too fucking good for humanity.

I have to make a move.

Don't be stupid! She's still a child!

Fuck...

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Y/n Didn't show up to class today. This, not only did it infuriate me, but worried me. She's never missed a class let alone a day of school. Her attendance record is squeaky clean, so when I checked the attendance for today, apparently she's caught a bug.