Bullying, Our Secret

Introduction- "With her? Never!"

||*Justin Bieber*||

I shifted my position on the uncomfortable grey plastic chair I was sitting on.

I threw my head back sighing in the act.

Don't get me wrong, i was used to wait here in the principal's waiting room. Normally he would just call me to punish me because of a vandalism like throw or break stuff or because some fight involving me.

But this time I haven't done anything, well at least that's what I think.

I ran my hand through my smooth light brownish spiked hair as my impatience grew greater.

It was fucking boring but at least was better than Chemistry class with Ms.Farrowel, man she is just a bitch and she got some shit against me, all because im the "bad boy" of the class.

"Like i give a fuck" I mumbled to myself placing both of my hands behind my neck for support.

My eyes quickly gazed at the varnished wooden door with a small golden plaque in which you could read "Principal Office". The door opened slowly revealing Principals Mr.Scrafford tall figure wearing his typical dark grey suit adorned with his noticeable red tie with yellow lines.

He gestured with his head for me to enter his office.

Wearing my sneaky cocky side smile I stood in a jump walking dragging my foot inside the already familiar office.

"Please Justin take a seat" He disposed to say after closing the door when I reached in.

Pushing one of the two blue leather comfortable chairs i dropped myself in making myself comfortable not minding how rude I could be.

"What's up Principal" I spat teasingly getting the sharp eyes of the aged principal.

He shook his head knowing that debate with me was a lost case.

"Bieber we need to talk about your maths grades" He paused to clear his throat. "Mrs.Montero has already informed me about your latest grades of this trimester, and i can say that this is not right"He added lifting a paper in which i guessed were my grades.

"It's not my fault, that woman doesn't teach good Doc" I growled reducing importance to what he was telling.

"Justin that language..." He warned. "Well that's not what other classmates say"

I pulled my lips in resting my head on my knuckles.

I heard Mr.Scrafford sighing.

"Look Justin im totally concern about your problem but if you just don't put any effort you won't be able to pass" He tried to soothe me.

"I don't really give a shit" I spat back gazing at the window.

"Well I took matters on my hands and I think I found a solution to our problem" He informed crossing his arms up to his chest.

I gazed back at him not moving my head to face him. "What is that answer?"

"A personal teacher..."

He couldn't finish the sentence before i cut him off. "Fuck no! I ain't having another crappy teacher in my free time!"

"Justin this is for you! Nobody is against you we are just doing this to help you!" Mr.Scrafford raised his tone standing from his chair, his eyes nailed on mines.

I gave it in groaning to show that i was totally disappointed with the idea. "So who is gonna be my next target?" I managed to mock making him to roll his eyes.

"Well since you are a total trophy and every single teacher of this school knows that, I had to find a student since none of them wanted to teach you, and I don't blame them" He raised a brow sitting in his table from the side still with his arms crossed.

"Spat it out Sir" I replied impatient as the idea was still torturing my head.

"Callie Buston"

"Fuck no! With her? Never!" I spat venomously.

"Justin she is the best student of this school; perfect attendance, 100% in all her subjects, excellent behavior and marking skills, be grateful that she accepted"

"I don't care! She is a fucking freak, I ain't spending my time with her!" I frowned my eyebrows together in disapproval.

"I don't care! This is all for your benefit, remember? If your grades continue to drop like they already are you will be kicked out of school" He sent an ultimatum.

I shut standing from the chair making my way out of the office.

"Please be nice to her..." I heard him mumble before he closed the door.

I dug my hands inside my pockets only leaving my thumb out.

"Lessons with the freak, great" I sarcastically whispered between forced teeth.