Interracial Justin Bieber imagines

10. Dirty- Come and see me Pt. One

A/N: Just something for you to read while trying to avoid conversation with your family at thanksgiving, I️ feel your pain :))

I sat in class straining to keep my eyes opened. It's the last period of the day and my health teacher Mrs. Wilder was going on about the importance of safe sex, condoms, blah blah blah. 10 more minutes left until the bell rings, and I'm anxious to leave. I have to start an essay for my 3rd period, and I want to finish it so I have time to do my favorite thing in the world-- sleep.

I casually glance across the room and I see my ex, Justin sitting there calmly with his head hanging back. He had his eyes closed slowly chewing on gum, which isn't even allowed in class. He has always been that bad boy in class that always had to try the teacher, even though they knew the rules.  He lives 3 houses down from me, and we've know each other since we were 10. Why did his momma decide to move to the hood? That is something that I still can't comprehend to this very day.

We first tried dating after he "accidentally" kissed me when we were 12 at our Fourth of July block party. Claimed he was reaching for the water gun behind me, but I always knew that kissing me was his real intentions. Anyways, I remember telling him that I liked it and since then we've always had a on and off relationship. Everybody in our neighborhood knew we were a thing, they just didn't know WHEN we were a thing. Right now, we are off.

I watch his sharp jaw move slowly on pace. He sat back in the chair with arms stretched in front of him. His fingers anxiously tapping on the desk. It was kinda sexy,  I couldn't help but to wonder what was on his mind. He obviously wasn't paying and kind of attention.

*RINGGGGGGG!*

Fuck whatever's on his mind, I have an essay to do!

I quickly gather all of my stuff  and shove it in my bag. From the corner of my eye I see Justin with his backpack on, slide out of his desk with no hassle. He had no books or work out whatsoever as always.

I sigh to myself as I feel him standing behind me.

"What do you want?" I close my bag and then turn to face him. The classroom was clearing.

"Just saying hi." He says with a little smirk.

"Hi" I respond stepping backwards to push in my chair and then walking away from him, probably whipping him a little with my braids, but not giving a fuck.

He sucks his teeth and rushes after me. I place my assignment on Mrs. Wilder's desk who was on her laptop, probably inputting grades. When I turn to leave out the door I'm halted by the one and only who stool like a mountain with his hands pressing against the walls, blocking my exit.

"Justin move..." I start.

"Talk to me, it's been 3 weeks. You haven't even came over." He says with his big brown eyes.

"We aren't talking remember, so move." I say bluntly making an attempt to push past him.

"Whaaaat, y/n you're STILL mad at me? I've told you I'm sorry a million times." He whines with pleading eyes. He knows they make me weak so I look away. I feel his arm snake around my waist and softly pull me closer to him. His fingertips gently guide my chin to be face to face with him. "Look at me." He says. "Come over and let me prove to you how sorry I am, you know?" He's whispering to me now and his breath is minty after chewing that gum. "Likeee how much I've missed you." He says. Now his hand slides past my waist and to my ass. Ms. Wilder clears her throat and both our heads snap towards her desk.

We've forgotten where we were.

With her eyes still glued to her laptop and she firmly points to the door which was behind us. Embarrassed, I rush out the door and Justin only laughs, sauntering out behind me.

Justin catches up to me as I walk down the hallway to my locker. I put in the combination trying not to focus on his presence beside me. I angrily throw my books inside. He leans his head against my neighboring lockers just staring at me.

After a few seconds he speaks again, "So you're not go talk to me?"

I slam my locker, which makes him jolt up and I look him square in the eye, "I'm not your sex toy Bieber." I say angrily between gritted teeth, still trying to not be so loud so the whole hallway didn't hear our business.

"Y/n where would you get that idea from? We've know each other forever, I don't treat you like that!" He says.

"Then what was that!" I say pointing to Mrs. Wilder's classroom. "Do you think the only way to resolve this relationship is with sex?"

"N-no! It doesn't have to be if you don't want to!" He says in defense, stuttering a little bit. "I don't know man, I'm just tryna fix things..." he says under his breath leaning his back against the lockers and looking up at the ceiling.

I pause a few moments looking down at my feet.

"I'm sorry for attacking you it's just--" I start but he cuts me off.

"No I'M sorry for just," He sighs and then continues, "Just fucking up in the first place."

I tuck my lips in giving him the 'it's cool' look.

"What are you doing today?" Justin asks me after a few moments of silence.

"I have an essay that I have to wri--"

"Great I'll see you in a few then!" He says cutting me off.

"Um NO, you didn't let me Finnish! I have whole ass essay to do and after that I'm tryna sleep, so no can do Mr. Bieber."

"Come onnn, its Friday and you know that our moms hang out together every Friday!  You can't just sit up there in that house all alone." He says.

I start walking away but he gently grabs my wrist and spins me back to face him.

"Come and see me."

"Justin I just said..."

"I'll see you soon."

And with that he turns and walks away.

I can't stand his smooth ass.

~

Afterschool

Im sitting at my desk in my room simply tapping my pencil on my paper that only had 67 of the 1000 words needed on it. I press the home button on my phone to check the time.
5:09
Ive been sitting here for 2 hours and all I have is 67 words. Great work y/n. I look outside my window and my mom still isn't home yet. Before I know it I'm yanking my phone off the charger and leaving my house.

I'm standing there outside his door debating on if I should do this or not. Before I get the chance to either knock or walk away, the door swings open.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger loves, but don't worry I've already started writing part two. Happy Thanksgiving though🧡!