Soulless (Justin Bieber Love Story / Fan Fiction)

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Song of the chapter:
Seventeen Forever by Metro Station
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There I was, my chest heaving up and down steadily, my heart racing within my body, and at least one hundred of my classmates' eyes on me. My fists were clenched at my sides, my eyes burning with a mixture of hate and tears. I could nearly feel the heat radiating off of my small, tired body and onto other people in the cafeteria.

How did I get here? This was never supposed to happen.

I was exactly where I never thought I'd be. In fact I told myself that I would never be "that girl," but there I was.

There I was.

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Six Months Earlier:
October 13, 2013
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"You can't tell me for a second you don't think he's completely out of my league," my best friend Anna groaned, twirling her long dark brown hair in between her fingers. Her eyes were nearly glued to the boy striding through the cafeteria with an excessive amount of cockiness and arrogance, obnoxiously high-fiving all of his fellow teammates from the football team.

I raised my upper lip in disgust at the boy as I pulled my peanut butter and jelly sandwich apart with my hands. "There's nothing special about him, Anna. He's not going anywhere after high school. Football is all he has. He's no good at school or anything useful, for that matter. In fact, I think you're out of his league."

"Ha-ha," she mumbled sarcastically. "Not everything is about the future, Kennedy. What made you so against living in the moment?"

As she jokingly nudged my arm, I rolled my eyes. Though she was being lame and corny, she did have a point. But I wasn't going to let her know that. I wasn't the type of girl to let people prove me wrong and know it.

I didn't understand what she saw in Colton Tucker, the running back of the football team. He was so immature and, well, loud. He was one of those people that everyone at school seemed to love-- everyone except for me, who saw right through him. As I said, he wasn't going anywhere with his life. He barely did homework and failed just about every test he took. Of course since he was a football player though, he had received special treatment. When he didn't hand in a homework assignment, he was excused because he was "probably too stressed about the big game" or he was "practicing for the big game."

Yeah, right. More like he was staying up late just about every night partying and sleeping with a ton of different girls.

He wasn't an ugly kid, though. I'd be one of the first to admit that he was very attractive. He had tan skin, blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair to match. He was your typical high school jock. And that was exactly why he repelled me. I liked and got along with nearly everyone in my high school, but there was just something about him that I couldn't stand.

My school was very small. It was a public school with maybe one hundred and twenty kids in my graduating class. However, I managed to blend in so well that people didn't really know me. I went to school to get my work done and go home. Nothing more, nothing less.

People knew my face. They knew I was a decent student who knew her way in life. But that was it. That was all there was to me. As grateful as I was to know that I was going to Emerson State College in Boston next fall for journalism, it wasn't all that great. It wasn't something that would matter ten years down the road (being accepted into a college a few months earlier than everyone else, that is).

Anna was very different from me. She had a lot of boyfriends and went to parties just about every weekend. Of course, she tried to drag me along many times but I refused due to her best interest. I knew I wouldn't be a good time at parties. I was a little on the shyer side and I didn't really like the idea of alcohol all that much. Of course I'd never actually had it before, but I'd had my fair share of dealing with drunken idiots. I'd hate to be that person.