The Farm House ( A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 9

"I hate you. I could go on a day without you. I could live without seeing the glistening in your eyes, without getting to smell your scent, without getting to hug nor kiss you, without even hearing your voice. I'll be happier if you go away. I'll be contented if you leave me alone."

He knew....he knew I was lying to him and to myself.

Who to fool?

~

Claire's POV

I looked at his face as he stared at the sky. There's something about this boy, he seemed so close to himself. He acts so rude, cocky and repulsive but now, I could actually see how beautiful and nice he is. I could see the real him not his mask. I could see his true colors, his beautiful lovely colo----

"Claire! Wake up! Time to work!"

I covered my ears, burying myself under this walnut-sized pillow covering everything away from me.

I heard the door open and a familiar voice shout,

"Claire! Wake up! Its 5:40 time to change! Go! Go! Go!"

I groaned and told him to shut up before I kill him and beat him up. Not a common word I used to say, in fact this is my first time to say I would beat someone up. Elk, Tennessee's rubbing off of me.

I felt him pull my pillow--- at least that's what they said, its a pillow--- and blanket off of me and he pulled me up.

I groaned then glared at him, I smacked him on the head causing him to drop me on the bed. I smiled and cuddled with this small uncomfortable bed but right now, the more I think of it, it actually feels comfortable. It feels like cotton candy on clouds with a little glitter, to sparkle it up. And also the pillow it does smell like walnut but it's okay, I could live with that. And this blanket, it's too thin but at least it's made of 100% cotton, that's what it says on the tag--

I felt something crack on my forehead and a liquid started flowing throughout my face. I opened my eyes then shrieked. "What the hell Justin!"

I took whatever's on my forehead then looked at it, I glared at the guy in front of me and felt steam flow out of my ears, "Eggs? Are you fucking serious?!"

He smirked, "The more I think of it, I've always been serious. Now get up or I'll be wasting the whole bucket of eggs at the back on you."

He casually turned around then left my room.

That son-of-a-bitch, you know what I take back every compliment I thought of him because he's evil.

He's a devil, yep, he's a devil.

~

I glared at him as he taught me everything about the farm. Yeah like that would interest me. He's just like our music teacher, he's good at making something interesting seem so boring beyond belief.

".....this is the cock pit where obviously all the chickens are. We feed them rice and they love it. You always have to open the fan since we don't want them to die of heat cause we all know that the temperature here in m'town is as worse hell. And over there is where the pigs are--"

And I tuned him out again. I mean seriously, this guy is so annoying. He could be nice at times but most of the time he's just a plain jerk-face. Maybe, just maybe, something happened to him before. Maybe something happened causing him to be like this. Well I remember people telling me that he's like this because of what he's been through. It's not like its as worse as not having a phone for a week....right?