Married To Protect You (DISCONTINUED; NEW AUTHOR)

Twenty:- I Got You, Cutie

~Justin's point of view~


-On deck/Rooms-


Our homeroom teacher gathered us all to tell us where our rooms are and who are we paired up with. As I made my way, everyone just pushed me around like I'm some kind of beach ball. I was beginning to move backwards until I felt a body hit behind my back and feminine arms wrap themselves around my neck from behind.



I was startled at what was happening. I felt a warm breath on my neck making the hairs on my neck stand up. "I got you, cutie." The person whispered. I turned my head a little and I could see it was Darielle with her famous sly smirk. I instantly grew warm. I opened my mouth to say something but . . . nothing. 



She pulls away and stands beside me. I felt her small fingers intertwine with mine and squeezed my hand; comforting me. I blush at her actions and turn my head to the side while my free hand scratches the back of my head. "Alright, students!" Our homeroom teacher spoke making us all look up at her on stage.



"I will say the names of you and your roommate and one of the workers here will lead you to your rooms." She explained making me nervous. What if I get paired with David or his posse?! What if I'm roommates with one of the jocks?! What if-. "Justin." Darielle spoke making me come back to reality. She gave me a comforting smile which made me calm a little.



"It's going to be okay." She assured. I wasn't quite confident. "Trust me. I've got it all planned out." She winked before looking to the front. Confusion was written all over my face as I try to figure out what she meant. But our homeroom teacher gave me the answer . . . "Justin Bieber and Darielle Jones." My eyes widened in shock and I can tell everyone on deck was too.



"Wh-What?" I whispered. "Hey! The Dork bribed!" One of the Seniors yelled making everyone booing at me. They started throwing things at me. I looked down to my feet; feeling nervous, embarrassed and scared. My hand squeezed Darielle's hand hard but she didn't say anything but touched my arm to comfort me but it didn't work much.



"Shut up!!!" Darielle's voice roared making me jerk in shock and everyone on deck silent. I turn my head to her with wide eyes. She had mixed emotions on expressions. I could only make out two—anger and sadness. I almost could feel her emotions flow from her hand. She must really care for me. I'm lucky. "You all make me sick." She said even if the words are simple but her tone was harsh.



"Umm, Miss Jones? Y-You are making a commotion and-." Mr. Fletcher—the Chemistry teacher—got cut off by Darielle's glare which made him whimper and run away in fear. Wow . . . "I bribed the teacher." She admitted making everyone gasp dramatically. What is this? Some kind of dramatic Bollywood movie? No offense to those.



"Isn't that right, Miss Pearl?" She turned her towards our homeroom teacher who jumped in surprise. She shakily nodded. Darielle smirk as she turned to others with a smug look. "If you want scream at me, throw things at me or hit me . . . be my guest." She gestured her hand to her. I looked around to find everyone with scared expressions. 



Were they really that scared of her? "That's what I thought." Was the last thing she said before pulling me to follow the worker who is leading to our room. Man that sounded wrong! 'Our'? Oh, god . . . Imagine what would happen when we get married?