no sense || justin bieber

02

Justin's P.O.V

Here we are. Today's the day.

After months of begging my manager Scooter to let me stop the online classes because of the stupid teachers and shit, I finally got to have a chance at an actual high school experience.

Sorta.

I would still have Pete and Jack following me around, just incase anyone tries to do anything, which I guess is understandable but still annoying.

At least I'm getting to go, right?

I lazily hop into the shower, and after about half an hour of jamming out to my bro Shawn's new album, I come out and put on a suitable yet causal outfit, wanting to make a good first impression.

I can't deny the fact that I'm nervous as fuck.

What if the people there don't like my music or me as a person, and what if some of them are crazily in love with me?

Quit it Justin. You've got Pete and Jack there too. You'll be fine.

BEEP.

I hear a loud sound coming from the car outside, and my phone vibrates from two new notifications.

One of them were that I got nominated for a teen choice award! I love my beliebers. Each and every one of them.

Another telling me that the car's ready.

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We pull up in front of a large brick building, the words 'Bradford High' spelt out in front. It looks like the high schools I'd seen in movies. This was the first I'd see in real life.

I hop out of the black van , which had tinted windows, and take out my phone. 12:49 was the time.

Great, the first real class of my life starts in eleven minutes. I've got this.

I walk into the back entrance of the school, as the principal instructed me to when we first met, two broad men following closely behind. I had no clue of where I was going, but a loud yell causes me to jump.

"JUSTIN!" I hear a girls voice shout. I look up at her. She was quite petite, with blonde hair in a bun and brown eyes. Well, it was in a bun before she took it out and started swaying her wavy hair side to side.

Was this supposed to be attractive?

I walk up to her, giving her a hug anyways. I need to be grateful for my fans.

She pulls out her phone, snapping a picture of me holding her, then runs off screaming "I GOT A PICTURE WITH THE JUSTIN BIEBER."

A smile creeps up onto my face, but I'm interrupted by someone patting me on the back. It's Principal Meyers. Her and I met a couple weeks ago when we were talking about how the whole thing was gonna work.

I follow her into her office and we have a conversation of what I was going to be doing here. She also gave me a timetable and a lunch card. This is actually happening...

She tells me that everyone is in lunch right now, so I should wait for them to finish and then make my way to the classroom once they're all in.