Me And You ~Justin Bieber~

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Chapter Three

Blair

"It's fine, I think it's cute." I say, looking over at Justin, did he just blush? Oh my, he's too cute! 

And he's nothing like John. John was an ass hole, but he was hot, and I guess that's what kept me crawling back to him. I didn't really like John, and I definetly didn't love him! And it really did make me upset when he called Justin a loser. 

Justin was the farthest thing from a loser! He was a sweet guy, and he might just be threating to take John's spot. 

I ran my fingers through my dark red hair, "Justin, I really don't want to be doing this. What if we just got to know eachother, just this one time, then we worked on this next time." I suggest. 

He looks up from his work and flashes me one of his perfect smiles and I think that I'm going to melt. "That sounds good." 

"Okay, well, why did you just start this school this year?" I ask him. 

"Well, my mom and I just moved here from the states." He tells me as I look into his deep blue eyes. They didn't match his skin at all, but it still looked good. And his hair was a little weird, but hey, I'm not going to judge him on his hair. 

His face somewhat resembled Justin Bieber's, which I found odd, because it was almost an exact match... 

"Well, are you liking it?" I ask him, just trying to make conversation. 

"No." He mumbles, looking away from me. 

**

Justin

I see Blair staring into my eyes, and I look away, hoping that one of my contacts hadn't moved. 

"Well, why not?" She asks, I didn't know why she cared. No one else at that school cared, and out of all people, why did she? 

"Because, I hate almost everyone there." I tell her, felling like the nerd on those T.V shows, talking to his mom. 

I didn't want her to feel sorry for me. I didn't even feel sorry for myself. I was so blessed as who I really was, going through one year of hell isn't going to kill me! 

"What about your friends? You don't hate them!" She retorts as if she knew what she was talking about. 

"What friends?" I ask. I usually spent my luch tweeting at my fans on twitter, I didn't have anyone to talk to. I didn't even have friends in any of my classes. 

"I'm your friend." Blair says with a small smile playing on her lips. 

I looked up at her and smiled. 

"So, what about you? Your cheerleader friends haven't turned you into a total phsyco... how come?" I ask her, truly curious. 

"I only do cheerleading because I like it, not because I want the popularity." She says. 

I hear my phone go off, making us both look up at my dresser, where I had set it. 

I quickly get up from my spot on the couch next to blair. I see that it's a text from Scooter, 'Have you been writing for your new album? I know that we don't start recording for another year, but you should still write...' 

My eyes scan over the text and I quickly respond to him, 'I haven't been, but I think I've found a new muse:)' 

"Who are ya textin'?" Blair asks. 

I smile at her, "Just somebody that I knew a while back."