He's My First. •Bieber FanFic•

One

"The Only Person You Should Be Better Than, Is The Person You Were Yesterday"

          I wake up to the smell of burning food. The smell lingers into my room, wrapping itself around me, like a blanket. I lie in my bed, awake, thinking of what my sister might be doing. She might be attempting to make food; burning it, perhaps. She probably is too busy to worry about the burning food. Anyhow, the smell is bothering me. So, I decide to get up. I kick my sheets to the foot of my bed. I sling my feet over the edge of the bed, and bring them into the softness of my jade coloured slippers. I walk over to my bathroom. I grab my toothbrush; apply a coat of toothpaste to the bristles. I jam the brush in my mouth, and scrub.

        I head to my dresser, pulling out everything I own, and lay it on my bed. I finally choose an outfit that expresses me. 

{ Outfit In External Link! }

       I run downstairs, twisting my ankle. I limp towards the kitchen, and snatch a bagel. I start heading towards the front door, swinging my car keys on my finger, with my phone in my hand, and the bagle in my mouth. "Bria Kait Cloirkhon! Where do you think you're going this early in the morning?" Asks my sister, Aleina. I sigh with the bagle in my mouth. I take it out and hold it, "Going to Cecelia's." I answer, fiddling with my phone. But as always, Aleina has to be overly-protective, "Not in that outfit. Anyways, I know you're going with a boy--Austin--right?" She asks, her fork stabbing the air. "No," I begin, "Austin and I broke up. I'm going to the mall. I don't have any deals with immature boys." I say, taking a bite of the bagle, and chewing. A small humph, comes out from her. "Fine, no later that five 'o' clock. You need to be here before supper. Just because mom isn't around-" I cut her off, "anymore, doesn't mean I don't have to listen. I know, I know." She smiles, and goes back to eating her burnt food. I go to my white Ford Mustang and open the driver's door. I jam the keys in the ignition and turn it clockwise. The cars hums to life. I press on the gas pedal, causing the engine to go, hrrrrmmmm, hrrrrrrrrm. I grin and start driving to Cecelia's. Cecelia has been my friend since fourth grade. But, she's a little slut; just like my other friend, Jasemin. They both are, except Cecelia has blond hair, pale blue eyes, and she's the too-hott-for-you. Jasemin has, green eyes, red hair, and she's the I'm-a-dork-but-watch-me-do-you-good.

       "Honey, I'm hooome!" I yell, slamming the front door of Cece's house. I hear no response, so I run up the stairs, hearing noises coming from her room. I roll my eyes and knock six times. I hear the noises stop. "Whhaat!" She yells. "I'm here, I wanna go to the mall." She opens the door of her room, and looks at me, "I was watching T.V. Let's go, let's call Jasemin. She'll probably want to get a guy done in one of the bathrooms." I laugh, and she scans my outfit. "Jasemin won't like that outfit. She doesn't like the Heat, she loves the Bulls, because they're full of Bull." She says, grinning, grabing her phone, and beggining to hop downstairs. "But you like the Lakers, you know I hate that team." She sticks her tounge out and heads to my car. She plops down into the passenger's side. I slip into the driver's side.

     "Get out here!" Yells Cece, pounding the door. Jasemin comes out, wearing this; a Bulls' crop top, with a Bulls' phone cover. I groan and roll my eyes. Jasemin notices my outfit and laughs, "Well, today we gunna get some basketball boys. I hear they are great with hands." She says, winking. "You are a nasty, creature." I reply, licking my lips. She laughs and jumps into my car.

      "I want this!" Pouts Jasemin, while Cece flirts with the cashier. I roll my eyes, slapping her little outfit for her to-be-boyfriend on the counter. I laugh as I pay for it. We walk out of the store, and walk to the food court. I order a lemonade and a non-salted pretzel with nacho cheese. We sit down and eat. For once I'm surprised Jasemin is quiet. But she's not sitting with us. So I turn around to ask Cece where she is, but Cece isn't there. I suppose they're with boys. I check my phone, and sip my lemonade. I'm getting tired of waiting. I decide to walk around. I dump my food in the trash can. I slide the food in the can, and find my phone slipping out of my hand, also. It falls in the trash can. "Damnit." I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. 

     "Hey, you okay?" Asks a voice. I look up, and see a boy. Or man, whatever you call it. He's got his arms filled with sleeves. His golden brown hair, and caramel coloured orbs flick towards my eyes, mouth, and nose. "I kind of dropped my phone, in the trash can." He snorts, "Good job. My name's Justin, by the way. And yours?" I look at him, popping my knuckles. He winces. "My name is Bria Lachannce. I kinda need help getting my phone, so like. I might need to get a worker to help me." I say, trying to get him to at least try to help me get my phone. He eyes me. His delicate eyes, skimming over me. I'm now uncomfortable. "I'll help you." He says, scuffiling towards the trash can. He sticks his hand in, moving it in there. I keep my eyes away from him. He's handsome. But I don't fuck and dump. He finishes. The phone in between his thumb and index finger. He purses his lips. The lips that I so want to kiss. He smiles, his teeth, straight. Mocking me. "On second thought," He says. "What do I get in return?" I roll my eyes, and shift on my right leg. "Listen, Pretty Boy. You get the gift of helping a person," I bring my hands to my heart. "Now, that's touching." I say, taking a little hop to reach him. He's tall. But I'm short. So what if he's a short guy? Why am I worrying about size? I look at him right in his beautiful orbs, "Fine. You can keep my phone. But do me a favor, punch in your number." What the hell did I just do?

   A smirk plasters on his face, "Will do, princess." I lick my lips, "My name isn't princess. It's Bria. Like Br-ee-ah. Learn it."  I see two girls walking toward me from the corner of my eye. He looks at them, and hands me the phone. "Bye." He says. I wonder why he was fussy when they got here. But I just look at him, words in my mouth. I clutch my phone. Unlcock it. And find his number. Oh, that beautiful number. His beautiful face. My nasty hormones. My friend's who leave me to go with a guy. Man, my life is screwed. It's barely started. But I can feel it. Horrible.

Not a good place to 

start.

Maybe a good place to start with 

him.

But it's just a 

feeling.

Just a 

crush.

Not

Love.

I hope it's 

not.

I turn to Jase and Cece. They look at me. Their necks covered in hickeys. I'm a virgin. They aren't. I want to loose it. But I don't.

I'm confused.

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This was bad I know. Like just hush. Rough start, I know. And I feel like my writing isn't enough. Not enough. Help? Tips. Oh and read it. Duuuhh. -hisfanfics

P.S. 

I like potatoes and I just sucked on one.

Lol. Just kidding.

But seriously. 

Bye.

Oh, and tell me to update if you life it. bc I'm lazy and I forget to update sometimes.

Okay..

Bye.

For real now.

Bye.

Kay.

Laturr.

...I'm going.

Keep reading..

bc. I love you.

And bye.

....

Byeeee..