Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Nineteen.

I imagine the dance number in this scene to be Lovestruck the musicals "Dj got us fallin in love tonight." By usher scene. Watch that if you liked to imagine what's going on. You can easily find it on youtube and itll be put on the side.

(Arianna's P.O.V)

"You're good."

A gasp emitted from my lips, I wasn't expecting someone to be here. I'm a bit nervous to turn around to be honest, but, the bad bitch I am. Did a sharp spin, narrowing my eyes at the person in front of me. Stalker level much.

"Alfredo?" I question, I wasn't expecting to see him here. Actually that's the last thing I thought I'd see, I thought this place was empty.

So a couple nights ago Alfredo and I may have had a good impression on each other, and as crazy as this sounds. I wasn't expecting it, I put off that I was complete bitch, I wasn't horrible. Not always, just Justin Bieber and his witty attitude.

Drawing in a deep breath as I dragged my eyes up I took a look at his beautiful self, he leaned against the doorway. A smirk evident on his face, he was sweaty. Oh god damn attractive sweaty, his arm muscles made my mouth water. I bit my lip anxiously. I need to keep it together, as much as I hate this deal. I have to love it, I get credit for school. Without doing a lot of school, I get paid 4000$ every three weeks for a whole year.

And not to mention, I heard trips. Trips worldwide. If that's not marvelous, I don't know what is;

"What are you doing here?" His face holds an adorable expression, he seems a bit giddy. Which can also explain my feelings right now, by his expression I can tell it is holding a bit of confusion.

"I- I've been here a couple of times, I just had to try the place out." I admit, lifting an eyebrow "Now, what are you doing here. Watching me?" I smirk,

He tilts his head back in laughter, a bright smile still on his face as his gaze returns to me. I wait for him to return something witty but he doesn't, it doesn't surprise me. He's nothing like Justin, he doesn't need any snarky come back. 

"It's called stalking you know." I remind him, walking towards the piano set near the far corner. I grab my water bottle off of it. Swigging it a few times, I can feel the sweat beading down my body. The sticky and gross feeling and scent making me cringe.

"Stalking?" He laughs in a questioning yet playful tone, he takes a few steps closer. Shaking his head quickly, he's making me nervous. The slower the steps are, the more agitated I get. I'm confused, I want to take a few steps myself but I stand there frozen. "No, no never that. Babe, welcome to Justin Bieber's dance studio."

"You've got to be shitting me." I cussed, stomping my foot. Of course I some how end up in his fucking dance studio, what if it was him. What if he lurked out of the dark hallway, and saw me dancing. He'd know something about me. Something I never cared to tell him, this as stupid as it sounds. Is important to me.

"Don't worry, this place is supposed to be locked. I just wanted to blow off some steam.."

"So you dance then?" I question, lifting an eyebrow I cross my arms over my chest.

"Yeah.. I'd be asking you the same thing. If you well, didn't beat me to it."

"Clearly." I mutter, wiping the sweat from my forehead. Within minutes he was a lot closer to me, I watched as he pressed play. "Dj got us fallen in love tonight." By usher played. (turn on song it will be on the side if you're on the phone. Watch it from YouTube. The love stuck musical scene is what I imagine them dancing like.) He stuck his hand out like a gentle man. Asking me to take his hand which I hesitantly did. 

Within minutes the dance number got heated. I was rubbing my bum against his crotch, until he spun me around swinging me back and forth from side to side. The dance continued, we continued to move in sync I was surprised at how well we moved together. When the dancing slowed down we starred into each others eyes, before I knew it my eyes fluttered close. And his lips were attached to mine.

I was enjoying it way to much, the way our bodies molded together. He held me tightly as his arms wrapped around my waist. I giggled through the kiss, kissing him even rougher. No. This is a simple kiss, nothing more nothing less. It's a good kind of distraction from everything horrible in my life. His tongue licked my bottom lip asking for entrance which I quickly accepted, our tongues battled for dominance. As they massaged each other, I couldn't get enough.

"Arianna, are you fucking kidding me?!"