The Road to Passion

Suspension

*Justin's POV*

Everything I do to get Bella to like me is a wasted effort.

She's so perfect, how do I get her to be mine?

In biology class, I tapped on my desk with my pencil while trying to think of ideas.

As usual, I wasn't paying attention to the lessons.

Maybe...I could throw a party and invite the whole grade.

But where would I host it?

The hotel was not a good place.

I guess I can work those details out later.

Better get started on the invitations.

"Want to come to my party?" I wrote on a piece of lined notebook paper.

I threw it at Bella, and looked away quickly.

I watched from the corner of my eye as it hit her and bounced to the floor by her right foot.

"Please don't throw it away, please don't throw it away." I begged silently.

She picked up the ball of paper and examined it.

Luckily, she glanced over to me.

Of course, I'm the only one who would ever throw a paper ball at her during class.

"Open it." I mouthed to her.

Her facial expression became skeptical, but she unfurled the paper anyway.

After reading the note, she wrote something on it, balled it up, and flung it back at me.

I excitedly opened it.

Did she accept the offer?

My heart sunk when I read her writing.

There in capital letters, was a big "no".

It was also underlined three times.

Who declines an invitation to a celebrity's party?

Bella, that's who.

I don't blame her though. I had put her through a lot.

Still, I won't give up until her acceptance is secure.

She will attend that party.

I'm going to make sure of it.
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*Bella's POV*

"Please?" 

"No!" I refused again, angrily closing my locker.

"Why not?" Justin asked for the millionth time today.

"Because," I emphasized the word.

"You're nothing but a jerk to me. Why would I ever want to go to your party? Just back off and leave me alone."

I tried to walk away, but he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.

"Bells, I mean Bella, I promise that you won't regret this. If you just come to my party, I swear I won't bother you." Justin whispered.

The intent way he stared into my eyes made me want to believe him.

But I can't.

I know that the moment I step foot into his party, he and his friends will start to pick on me.

I guess I'll give it a chance, after all it is a party.

I sighed.

"Okay..." I agreed.

"I'll come."

I don't think I've ever seen Justin so happy before.

"Awesome! It's starts on Saturday at 1 PM. Don't be late." He informed me.

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes and walked to lunch.

This party could potentially be the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Or the worst.
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I came into the cafeteria to see the entire grade gathered in a circle around a small commotion.

Somehow Justin got to the cafeteria before me, and now he's arguing with someone.

Suddenly, Justin picked up a tray of food and launched it.

He must've meant to hit the student arguing with him, but he missed terribly, and the tray landed on me.

Smelly tuna casserole smeared through my hair, and fruit salad slid down my shirt.

All of the student's eyes are now on me.

Great.

"Food fight!" Someone yelled, and sent another tray of food flying.

Pretty soon, food was soaring through the air and landing on other students.

This is not good.

*Justin's POV*

Bryce.

Where is Bryce?

After arguing with some annoying brunette boy, I accidentally started a food fight.

Oh well.

Now is the perfect time to get revenge on Bryce.

I picked up a plate of baked macaroni and cheese.

Where is that loser?

I finally found him towards the center of the room, throwing food at my best buddy Noah.

Oh no you don't.

I locked my aim on him pelted him with the plate of cheesy pasta.

Finding more food on a table, I continued to attack him with chicken wings, fries, half a burger and a near empty can of soda.

He eventually retreated, leaving Noah alone.

"Thanks man." He smiled, fist bumping me.

His hair was slick with pizza grease, and apple sauce was sliding down his shirt.

He had what I want to assume was cake on his face, but I'm not so sure.

"No problem." I replied, patting him on the back.

I surveyed the room and found out that things were starting to get a bit crazy and out of hand.

People were beginning to flip tables to hide behind them, and some were jumping on tables to throw more food.

I'm in so much trouble after all of this ends.
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"Suspension."

The word rang out like ice, shocking and cold.

The chaotic food fight had been brought to a tragic end, resulting in more than half of the students in the cafeteria getting detention.

Naturally, some asshole ratted me out...and now here I am, sitting in the principal's office for the second time this week.

"Mr.Bieber, I gave you a clear warning about what would happen if you fooled around in my school again." The principal spoke sternly.

"You leave me no choice but to suspend you."

"But-" I started.

"I don't want any objections, please leave my office." He said.

I stood up, defeated, and left the office.

Scooter is going to kill me.

That's the end of Part 10 :)
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