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hi im sorry it took me forever to update but i promise i'll be more active and stuff but enjoyyyKelsey's P.O.V
After Mr Davies wrapped up History with one of his 'facts of the day', I exit the room, not looking back at Justin.
Pacing through the hall, a massive thought grenade explodes in my mind. What am I doing? What am I supposed to do? What am I thinking? There's a ton of other insanely gorgeous girls meeting Justin's standards so I can't get my hopes up.
Maybe I'll just get him to autograph all his albums I've purchased. Or one of my 73 pieces of his merch. Or my dog. Or my lips.
Kelsey!
I reach my locker and just sit in front of it. This is too much for me. Maybe I'll just move history classes. Maybe I'll just moves schools. Maybe I'll leave the country and live in Europe and change my name to Susan.
The question of 'what am I doing?' sparks up for the second time today. I should just get on with it. He's got millions of fans and, now that I think about it, he only asked me for a pencil. I'm overreacting and it's not healthy.
After brushing up all the excess from my thought grenade, I manage to pick myself up and open my locker. I only had one more lesson today and I intent to get through it with my head down and pen up.
The bell rings and I'm forced to hurry up. People leave the hallways with conversations like "Gay boy Bieber was in my history", "Justin fucking Bieber was in my period five today" and another "Jerry". People are crazy.
Taking out all my textbooks for algebra, I hear someone pulling on their locker really heavily.
I turn around to find Justin at his locker, but where are his bodyguards? He's struggling to get it open and throws his hands up in the air.
"This was a mistake." He says to himself quietly, but just loud enough for me to hear it. I contemplate walking up to him, but I'd get late for algebra. I've never missed a lesson in my life.
Screw it.
I walk up to him and take a piece of crumpled paper from his soft hands. It's got the combination in it. Not looking up at him once, I enter the code into his locker and open it up without any struggle.
I'm about to walk off, like a silent hero, but I feel something tug at my left hand. He turns me around so that I'm facing him completely, about 2 feet away. "Stay." He says timidly.
What does he mean stay? Does he mean stay here, WITH HIM, and miss algebra, or stay and help him close his locker too?
He shuts his locker with his free hand, eyes never leaving mine. They're a chocolate brown, with pinches of caramel and hazel thrown in. I could stare at them forever. Our hands touching felt electric, like a fire starting up inside of me.
"Come with me."
I let him guide me through to the back entrance of the school. I didn't even know it existed. After about two minutes of fast-walking, hand in hand, we're out of the school and in the car lot.
Fuck you algebra.
You see, the weird thing is I'm a stranger to Justin and he's a stranger to me. (Well kinda cos like I know everything about him but let's keep that part out.) Yet I'm still following him like some mindless child.
He stops walking and takes a deep breath. And another. He sits down, cross legged on the lime grass. The cold autumn wind makes my brown hair go flying backwards.
I wonder whether I should ask him why he's bought me out here or just make the most of this quiet time. I almost forget that Justin's famous and has an amazing voice and is rich and looks like a model. (Which he is.)
"I just needed some time alone. It's becoming too much for me. I thought this would be easy but it's really not. People are taking the piss out of me, other people are screaming my name every time I walk past them and then you have my bodyguards everywhere all the time. I just wanted to be normal. Why's that so much to ask?" He blurts, looking into the distance.
"I think you're normal." I say, sitting down next to him. "I think people are obnoxious and stupid or madly in love with you. And your bodyguards only want to help you. It's just going to take some getting used to."
We sit quietly for a few minutes, giving me time to admire to the outside. Birds sing their songs and bees fly about in the distance.
"Kelsey, was it?" He looks up at me, making me feel self conscious of every aspect of what I look like. The way he says my name makes me want to faint. I could kiss him right here and right now. Who wouldn't though?
"Yup. Justin, was it?" I reply with a broad grin on my face.
He just laughs quietly. "I'm happy I have someone like you here. You don't make fun of me or scream 'Jerry!' every time you see me."
"People actually say Jerry?" I try not to laugh but end up giggling really hard.
"Hey! I don't find it funny." He claims, but I can see a small smile creep up on his face.
His phone starts ringing, and he looks up at me apologetically. I gesture for him to answer it.
"I'm just outside man. It's not like I've done anything wrong."
"Pete you're being over dramatic. Yes I'll be back. I don't know how long." He looks at me.
"Dude, I'll see you in five." And with that he ends the call. "I'm sorry but I have to head back. Let me make it up to you?" Make what up to me? I just spent time with the Justin Bieber and now he's asking to make up for it?
"Yeah, sure." We both get up a begin walking back to the school. Majority of the walking happened in silence, but he stops and says to me "Have my number." It's a three word sentence that makes my heart stop.
He trusts me not to leak his number out everywhere? Not that I ever would but woah. Just so he's certain of it I ask him "Are you sure?" He nods his head whilst taking out a piece of paper and a pencil. It's the pencil I gave to him. Butterflies race through my stomach.
He passes me the piece of paper and I take it. He notices me looking at pencil in his hand. "Oh shit do you want it back?"
"Keep it."
With that we walk off in our opposite. My brain screams at me to look back but I don't.
What a great way to start the year.
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i suck at writing but i hope u guys liked this. im not extremely proud of this but you asked for another chapter so i gave u one.
nonetheless keep reading and voting and i promise to have another chapter out soon. bye byeee ❤️
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