Ripper | A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Chapter One

The room was silent. 

Discounting my foots impatient beats against the wooden leg of the mahogany table and the slow, monotonous tick of the wall clock. I had been staring at it for what felt like a thousand years but instead, reality narrowed it down to a slow paced: four minutes. I refused to meet the eyes across the table, which wasn't very far off, only a meter. I focused on my breathing, taking small shallow breaths at a time, closing my eyes and listening to the wings of my heart drumming.  

      "Madison, can you hear me?" The distant ring of a voice echoed beyond my ears, and I snapped my eyes open, my head sharply jolting up. I stared back at the woman behind the desk, clad in a grey office dress she looked at me, a line of concern traced on her forehead.  

I nodded my head frantically, "Yeah.. yeah, I-I-I'm fine. great, actually- Can I leave now?" My hands gripped the sides of the leather chair, lifting myself.  

"No Madison, sit back down" I did as I was told. 

The lady took off her red rimmed glasses and rubbed her temples, "Listen Madison, you have to tell me what's wrong for me to fix the problem" I rolled my eyes inwardly, by 'problem' she meant me. I had been going to these counselling sessions for as long as I could remember, It started off as a place for me to ask question's about my parent's death but as I got older I was admitted for the reasons of self harm to anorexia. Now it was, apparently, anxiety attacks. It started a few days after my seventeenth birthday. It was during AP Biology, I was fine one minute then, passed out the next. I couldn't remember what happened but Kate, my best friend told me that I started screaming and sort of had a spaz attack. I read up anxiety attacks that night, and what I felt in that moment was not an anxiety attack. I promise. 

     Wiping a sheer layer of sweat that laced my forehead, I sighed. "Dr Bates, I'm fine" I said more confidently, pulling my plaid messenger bag over me and getting up. I ignored her calls and walked out the door.  

I looked at my watch, great, I was twenty minutes late for History. Picking up my pace through the flights of stairs from the basement, I finally reached the third floor of Forest Hills High School. The class was at the end of the hallway and I practically ran to it. I, however tripped over my laces, causing myself to fall onto the history classroom door. The door burst open due to my impact and I continued falling, my face meeting the floor with a loud thud.  

Heat rose in my cheeks as I gathered my things from the floor, the class was laughing now and I swear I could have died in that moment. I spotted Kate in our usual seats in the middle of the classroom, she wasn't laughing but she was looking at me with a worried look.  

"What a lovely entrance you made, Miss Gray" Mr. Jenkins said, the history professor, past his spectacles.  

I bit my lip, "I, uh... My counselling session ran over time" I mumbled.  

"Im sorry, I didn't catch that" Mr. Jenkins said loudly, for the whole class to hear. "Repeat yourself Miss Gray" and I did.  

"Oh! That's okay, how was your counselling session?" Mr. Jenkins whispered loudly, which was pointless really because the whole class heard it. They burst into a fit of gossip, as usual.  

I nodded my head, "It was good" I whispered, then retired to my seat next to Kate. I kept my head down most of the lesson until Mr Jenkins called out my name.  

"Sir?" I responded, lifting it above the table slightly.  

"Your History project, it's going to be about Jack the Ripper" The name sent chills down my spine, "And your partner is..." 

Please be kate, please be kate. But when I looked over at her she had a frown on her face that told me she was already assigned a partner. 

Mr Jenkins smiled at me, "Your Partner is Mr Bieber, Class for the last five minutes, you may discuss with your partners on the subject of your topics" oh. Huh, Bieber.  

I didn't know what to say about him, he was loud outside of school and quiet during classes. I knew he smoked because he was suspended for a few days for having a stash of alcohol and fags stored in lockers. He was a typical, rich, stuck up, American jock. Nothing special. 

The class was moved around by now, chatting away with their partners while I still had yet to talk to mine.  

"Madison, he's not going to hurt you" Kate rolled her eyes.Oh and I forgot, in sophomore year Kate and Bieber had a bit of a fling. I looked to the back of the classroom where he was seated, casually on his phone without a care in the world. I guess I was moving then, I grabbed my bag and made my way to him. Sitting on the table beside him, I cleared my throat,  

"Hey, so uh... Jack The Ripper huh?" the shivers came again as I tried making small talk. He looked at me, smirked then shook his head, continuing with his texting. That obviously didn't work.  

"So how do you want to present this project?" he just shrugged, I was getting more and more impatient. "Don't you think it's quite interesting? That no one knew who he was-" I was abruptly cut off Bieber's snort, he rummaged in his pocket for abit before pulling out purple ear phones by Dr Dre. He plugged them in his phone and put them on, completely ignoring me.  

It was a few minutes of head banging and table drumming when I loudly cleared my throat, making Bieber glance at me through the sides of his eyes. "This Jack guy's from London you know, I was born there then moved here, shame though, would have loved to grow up there" I wasn't completely lying, I Was originally from London, and I was moved here by social services.

With a heavy sigh, he shook off his earphones and looked me dead in the eye. He inched closer to me, to the point where our noses were nearly touching, wetting his lips slightly, he leaned in towards my ear. His cold breath tickled the side of my neck, "Babe," he started. "No-one cares" 

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