The Nerd's One Month Task (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Chapter Three: A Kiss for a Pen

Chapter Three: A Kiss for a Pen

   What were the four major glands in the body again? Uh...pituitary gland, thyroid gland, pancreas gland, and what was the last one? Oh lord.

"Eight minutes left!" Mrs. Osbourne announced.

Shit shit shit- oh wait, I remembered!

I began to write down my answer when my pen decided to stop from working. I tried tapping it vigorously but no ink came out. Out of all the time in the world, it decided to retire from working in the middle of a Science test which is way worse than getting your period while you're on a pool day if you ask me. Shoot.

"Time's ticking, students!" Mrs. Osbourne said.

I hastily took out my pencil case and found a chewed up pencil. It was gross but it wasn't like I had any other choice. It was almost as if the angels played the trumpets as I proceeded to write.

"Miss Miles, is that pencil I see?!" Mrs. Osbourne exclaimed.

I literally jumped from my seat. "Y-yes, Ma'am." I stammered.

She went up to my desk as she crossed her arms. "Didn't I warned you all before that I won't accept papers that are answered using a pencil?!" She hollered. 

And then the angels playing the trumpets died. Wow.

"I-I'm sorry. It won't happen again," I stammered yet again as I shoved my pencil back to my bag. I don't get why she grouses over students using a pencil instead of a pen when in all crap aside, both of them are just the same. What do I do now? I have nothing! Clearly I can't slash my flesh, let the blood trickle, and use it as a substitute for ink.

I turn towards my back to ask for a spare pen. "Hey Dylan do you have an extra- wait, Justin!?"

"The one and only," He answered with a smug look.

"I swear it was Dylan sitting here about five minutes ago-"

"-yeah but me and Dyl switched seats." He cut me off.

"Well do you have an extra pen then?" I asked.

He grinned and took out his pencil case. "Oh I don't know...I may have one too many," he teased as I saw about five inside.

"Can I borrow one?" I asked.

"Mmm...let me think about it," He said with a smirk. "No."

"Five minutes left!" Mrs. Osbourne announced.

I'm screwed I still have approximately thirteen unanswered questions left.

"God Justin you have about a ton in there at least hand me one," I pleaded him.

"How 'bout a kiss for pen?" He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and I grimaced.

"How 'bout no?" I scoffed.

"Well I guess you can't answer the exam then," He said as he shrugged.

"Late papers won't be accepted!" Mrs. Osbourne announced.

"Goddamnit fine!" I told Justin.