Hired for Hatred. [Justin Bieber Fan Fiction]

Chapter - Twenty One.

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(Arianna's P.O.V)

My first class started at around 11:45, I had made sure I was on time. I've missed to many classes over the coarse of a week, I've avoided Alex at all costs. He's rootless. His eyes widen every time he sees me, like he's waiting to say something but I run before he gets the chance to. Literature, sitting at this stupid desk. I watch as the professor bores us to death with his constant rambling of words. I never understood why I took this class, I mean I enjoyed the writing projects we had to do. As crazy as that sounds, it never bothered me to have to write stories for a class. The only thing that bothered me, is I wish he did less talking so I could concentrate on my own thoughts.

I'm physically and mentally exhausted, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get sleep after everything that has happened but I eventually did. Beside the fact that Carly continued to snore constantly.

"I'll see you all Tuesday night. Remember we have a three day weekend." Professor Vance spoke, completely snapping me out of my thoughts. I gathered my books quickly, shoving them into my purse bag thingy.

"Er, Miss.Brooks. May I have a word?" He called out, sighing quietly. I nodded my head, walking down the small steps away from the students desk. And towards my professors. I don't know why he'd need to talk to me. Needless to say, college is nothing like high school. They won't chase you down for work unless they care, and most of them don't.

"Your essay.." He speaks, I scrunched my face up in confusion. "It's really, really well written. It has a poem feel to it. You have a unique and powerful, reeling type of writing. I think this would be great if you entered it into the writing competition." He tells me, I shake my head quickly, trying my best not to be rude. That isn't an option I don't have time for that, I know it's already written but I can't worry about that.

"It's strictly school related, thank you though." I mutter, taking a few slow steps back signaling I am ready to leave. He sighs, setting the peice of paper back on his desk.

"Well if you change your mind, always come to me." He smiles, I return the gesture. He's rather young to be a professor. He's probably only like twenty two, maybe three. He's handsome, and that's another plus about being in the class but I'm not interested. I just nod my head and wave goodbye.

"Have a nice day Miss. Brooks." He calls out, 

"You to!"

I bursted out of the school doors, the warm breeze hitting my face. I was looking forward to this walk back to the girl dorms, I was walking slowly. Enjoying my time until I glanced down at my silver watch, it read 4:15.

"Shit." I cussed, holding onto my bad tighter and jogging towards the dorm room, I have to go on that damn date tonight. Catherine said. Which means he'll probably get here at around 5:30 so we are on time for whatever movie he has planned.

I have to get ready!

I was completely out of breath, by the time I reached the dorms it was nearly 4:30. I refuse to go out looking like complete shit. I mean, who would want to go out looking bad? I am not dressing up for him. In no way shape or form am I trying to look good for him, isn't there supposed to be camera's? Don't want to slip up.

(Justin's P.O.V)

I picked Arianna up about twenty minutes ago, she looked nice. For me? I don't know but she always knew how to dress, she wore creative designer, tight, tight. Leggings I couldn't stop myself from looking at her ass every time she walked in front of me. Holy fuck. I'm sorry but one thing I loved about Arianna was her curves. The curvier the better. She had some nice books, a wicked nice ass. A huge ass actually. and her hips didn't lie. Anyway, her leggings were black and white. A black sweater that wrote Fuck but a symbol covering the letter c. And some black uggs. Hair curled. She looks beautiful. Sexy and I'd fuck her right here.

"Ew. Can you not stare?"

"I'm sorry but, that ass ma.." I couldn't help but laugh after I bit my lip, I watched as a smile slowly tugged at her lips.

"Your a pig." She grumbled, I chuckled shaking my head. She isn't making this much of a realistic experience, it isn't even that. It's the fact that we have to sell for the press. Quickly, I grabbed her hand intertwining our fingers. By her expression, I knew she was about to yank away.

"Smile. We have to sell as a real couple you know.." I whispered into her ear, smiling fakely for the camera's that were about to come "Now giggle babe.." and on cue she let out a cute realistic giggle, good job Brooks.

"What do you want to see, babe?" I spoke loud enough for the fans around us to hear, we just got into line and it was pretty sure. Considering more of these people are here to watch us, then watch an actual movie.

"I uh, isn't there that new Madea movie?" I quickly nodded my head, telling the woman behind the glass two for Madea this should be fun.

"Let's sit up in that corner.." I whispered into her ear from behind, putting my hand on the small of her back to lead her. She didn't say anything, surprisingly.

Let the first fake date begin.