Ripper | A Justin Bieber Fanfiction

Chapter Three

The voice was someone I didn't recognize. It was a British accent, and I turned, facing one of the most beautiful people I have ever met. I nearly drooled. He had piercing dark blue eyes, and a head of silky dark hair that was left to curl around his head. His face was well structured, bathed in angular shapes and sharp points, almost like a painting. His  slightly tanned skin had an eerie glow to it, and the corners of his pale pink lips were turned upright. He was undeniably good looking.  

"Hi" I choked out.  

 "What's someone like you, doing in a place like this?" He stroked my arm seductively. My instincts told me to back away, after all I didn’t even know the dude. He could have been a pedophile, but then again he only looked a year or two older than me: Maybe he was a freshman in college? my teenage hormones won over the rational side of my brain, his touch sent tingles down my spine and the way he was looking at me nearly made me melt.  

 "F-friend dragged me" I blushed, looking away.  

 "I'm Adrian.." He held a hand out, his blue eyes sparkling from the low lights that lit the underground.  

 I shook his hand, and smiled, "I'm Madison" 

 "Madison.... That's a pretty name, do you know what It means?" he whispered into my ear. my breath hitched in my lungs as I slowly shook my head.  

"It means... fighter. you're a fighter then?" he said slowly, his blue eyes clouding with lust. I nodded numbly. He chuckled darkly, licking his lips.

 "I like a fighter" he said in a hot voice that tickled my neck. He grabbed my waist and pressed me closer to him. "I'm going to kiss you now" he said softly, capturing his lips with mine in a soft embrace.   

 I was spent the remainder of the night secluded in a dark corner with Adrian. I wasn't usually like this, I didn't usually make out with guys at parties who I didn't even know. But I kept it under rated R.  

I broke it off, mid kiss when my phone vibrated violently in my pocket. 

 "Sorry" I breathed. shoving Adrian off, a flash of annoyance clouded his eyes but only for a minute. I answered my phone, Kate was on the other end.  

 "Hello?" I called to the receiver. The crackly static of the service masked Kate's voice as she questioned where I was. I ran a hand through my now, loose hair. The hair band was between the fingertips of Adrian as he watched me closely.  

 "I-I'm at the party" I answered vaguely, I heard Kate scoff at the other end. 

 "Babe, I know you got off with a guy. But we should really go home now, Sara texted me saying she miscalled you about 200 hundred times. They're looking for you"

 Crap. The orphanage had a strict curfew, I had to be home by nine on weekdays. I lifted my left hand to see the time, the hands read a ten thirty and I swore under my breath. Oh crap, shit, holy fuck I was getting in trouble tonight.  

"Oh my god, I am so late!" I screamed frantically to my phone, Kate just laughed at me, "Hey this isn't funny!" I scolded, "Where are you?" 

 "I'm at the exit, hurry up" She hung up.  

 I straightened my outfit, and looked apologetically at Adrian, "I have to go" I bit my lip.

 He nodded once, "I know" Was all he said, but then he leaned in my ear, "We'll meet again, I promise" He handed me back my black elastic hair band before disappearing behind the crowd of drunk party goers. 

 I breathed an uneasy breath, I hadn't been in a relationship in a long time, or come close to one. But every touch, every breath Adrian spoke it ignited a fire in the pit of my stomach. I didn't know if it was good or bad yet.  

 On my hustle to get out of the sweat infected place, I bumped shoulders with someone. "Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" I said, the face was hidden under a miami heat snapback, but he soon lifted his head. Oh Justin fucking bieber, what a coincidence.  

 "What are you doing here?" He snapped at me, looking at me with disdain. I felt bare under his scanning eyes so I crossed my arms. 

 "I was just about to leave" I looked down, and kept my head down when I heard his judgmental sneer. I wasn't scared of Justin but he had an aura around him that made you not want to get on his bad side. He was dressed in a black leather jacket and black harem pants. He had a netted white shirt underneath his jacket, showing squares of his tanned skin. The weather in new york (being March) wasn't too cold but it could get windy at night.  

 "Thought so, this doesn't seem like your crowd" He laughed, lifting my chin up with his two fingers. He narrowed his hazel eyes at my own brown, "What?" he taunted, making a face at me. 

 "Nothing" I mumbled, but I didn't look away. 

 "You better run away now, don't you have that project to do?" He let go of me, crossing his arms, which made his biceps ripple.  

 "It's paired work, I'm not doing it by myself" I glared at him, Gah, I hated when people left me to do all the work! 

I was surprised however, when Justin smirked, "I've done my research babe, don't talk too fast" I stared at him like a fish, as the loud music pounded in my ears.

 "G-good" I nodded, but I was still shocked. Justin Bieber, do something he was supposed to do? He never did homework. He always sat at the back of the class, being quiet as shit. I gaped at him for long enough, probably making him uncomfortable as his biceps tensed. 

 "Run along now, babydoll" He glared. And I did. 

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