In Love With THAT Twin...

Chpt. 8 An Extra Pencil?

*Chloe's POV*

"OH c'mon honey you can't possibly wear THAT! "

" I can mom", I rolled my eyes for the gazillionth time this morning as I pulled over a Grey sweatshirt over my head.
Idek why mom was hell bent to watch me as I get ready for school today. According to her, I'm a young lady now. So I should dress in a way that should 'have boys drool at the sight of me'. Those, are my mom's words, not mine. I just finished getting ready and grabbed my bag after I stuffed my laptop in it.

"But honey-

"Bye mom love ya", I yelled as I skipped down the stairs, ran through the living room with a toast in my mouth and out the door. I nearly stepped on the tail of a dog on the street who was happily munching away on something, almost tripped and fell face flat on the muddy path but managed to get to the bus stop just as the school bus arrived. THAT totally rules out the 'me being a lady' part.
As soon as we reached school, I got down.

"Hey nice hair Chance", someone yelled at me and the sound of laughter ringed into my ears.
Quickly, I brought my hand up to my hair and picked out pieces of confetti from my hair which was currently tied up into a messy bun.
Now before you get any wrong ideas, lemme clear the meaning of a messy bun.

Messy bun = the kind of bun you tie when you are in a hurry.
NOT THE ONE THEY SHOW IN THE MOVIES AS A 'MESSY BUN'  WHICH IS SO FUCKING PERFECT THAT IT MAKES  YOU QUESTION YOUR EXISTENCE.
Frustrated, I let down my hair, cleared all the confetti in it and tied it back up. That's why I don't like travelling by the school bus. Claire has made everyone hate me. So I'm a public laughing stock. I'm so precious ain't I? *major eye roll*
Today, I had a presentation to do for the Sociology class. We were divided into groups according to our roll numbers. So I had mine today while Michelle and Abby had their presentations tomorrow. That's why I had to come to school early. And since I don't have a car, All hail the school bus. In fact I'm having a serious self-doubt to my decision of choosing an Acoustic Guitar for my birthday while Claire asked for a Mercedes. She's so smart right? But hey! To my defense, I love my guitar more than anything. It's my mate. I can totally connect to it. And according to the reviews I've received, I play it pretty well. So here I am, probably the only car-less teenager in Westland High.
After all of that presentation stuff was done with, I walked towards my locker to grab my English books. I kept an eye out for Michelle and Abby. Hopefully they should be in school by now. Just as I start to walk away from my locker, I'm deafened by shrill screams.

"OH MY GOD HE'S HERE"

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING BITCH? MOVE! "
I was pushed and shoved as everyone made their way to the school parking spot.

" I'M FUCKING ABOUT TO FAINT "

" I'M SO DAMN NERVOUS"

"OH GOD I CAN'T BREATHE"
And all that was decorated with the piercing screams.
Okay what the fuck is happening? Omg is there a fire in the school? While I was busy panicking, someone grabbed my arm and yanked me towards them.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING THERE ? ", Abby yelled.

" CMON WE'VE GOT TO GO FURTHER AHEAD!", Michelle demanded as she pushed people and we made our way ahead.

"WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SCREAMING?, I yell over to Abby.

"DON'T YOU KNOW? HE'S HERE !!! ", she yelled back.

" WHO? "

" JUSTIINNNNNNNN" Everyone yelled as a black Fisker pulled over in the parking place. And this reminds me of one of those movie scenes where the hot, dashing lead male walks out of the car, takes off his sunglasses, looks around like he is hearing angel bells ringing, smiles that smile that murders the girls around, straightens his leather jacket and presses the little button in his car-key that locks the car and makes the beep-beep sound after he slams the car door shut.
But this ain't no movie right? I see an older guy come out of the driver's seat and just as he is about to open the back door......
BOOM!!  THERE IS AN EXPLOSION!
Okay no, I'm kidding. Sorry. But it's almost like an explosion as girls suddenly go more super wild (if that's even possible) and push us. Abby falls down and is about to become a victim of a stampede but I pull her back in time. So here we are, at the very back of the crowd where we can see absolutely nothing. But the screaming increases which signals that the popstar is out of his car.
As if on cue, the bell rings and we hurry over to our English class.

"I-i-i wante-ed to s-see hi-i-m", Abby sniffles.

"OH c'mon Abby, don't cry. You'd get plenty of time to see him", I try to console her.

"And besides, he'd probably come in during the English class", Michelle winks.
That makes Abby smile real huge. And makes me wonder if he really would be put in our class.
Maybe he'd be put into some other class. I mean if he was in our class he'd be here by now.
WHAT THE HELL CHLOE?! IT'S ALMOST THE END OF THE LECTURE AND WHAT DID YOU DO? WONDER ABOUT JUSTIN! You didn't even bother to hear what Ms. Frakes had to say. (Yes that's her name. The guys have nicknamed her as Ms. Freak. It's so hilarious bwhahhahahahahahahaahaha)
Okay sorry for that outburst.
The bell rings and we leave for our French class. We have a little test today so I'm pretty pumped up. We take our places in the class. Abby is seated on the second seat, Michelle behind her and me behind Michelle. I was the last one in the row since the last two benches behind me we're empty.
We were all revising when Ms. Francis walked in with a bunch of papers and a tall, brunette guy wearing black skinny jeans and a plain white v-neck came in after her. I heard some sharp breath intakes from the girls while the guys in the room stiffened up. The whispering started, loudened and eventually turned into screams as the guy smirked. I've seen him. In Abby and Michelle's room, phone, TV, laptop, head, heart everywhere. Ladies and Gentlemen, Justin Bieber.

"Girls girls girls. Calm down! ", Ms. Francis ordered as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

" Mr. Bieber here, is going to join us from today. Now while he is here, I want you guys to behave. Treat him like he is one of your friends. Be nice to him okay? ", she continued.

" I'll be nice to him", Crystal Blenn winked devilishly as she bit down her bottom lip.
Oh God why does every girl here wants to get into his pants? Seriously?!

"Ok now class, I'm passing out the papers. Mr. Bieber. You may go take a seat. Best of luck for your test"
As soon as she mentioned the test, everyone groaned.

"He's so cute right ?", Michelle whispered from ahead.

"I'm having breathing problems", Abby fanned herself as she smiled real huge.
I just focused on my desk. It's a test. I'm nervous. And all they can think of is Justin Bieber's cuteness. What the shmurf.
I heard a gasp from my friends. I looked up and Michelle motioned behind me. From the corner of my eye I saw Justin take a seat behind me. Good for him he knows French. He won't have a problem with a little test. The papers were handed out and I got more anxious. Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Um.. Excuse me? "

" Yes? ", I turned around.

" Hi. Um. Actually do you mind lending me an extra pencil? I don't think I have one", he smiled.

"Sure". I handed him a pencil just in time for my sheet to get to me.
I heard him whisper a thanks.
I looked at the paper.
Okay here we go.

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A. N. - Hey  guys! Another chappie. Wohoo. Okay first things first. I'm getting a number of views but a very low vote rate as compared. So it's my humble request to you guys to vote if you like the story. It motivates me to continue writing and probably give you more chapters.. Sooner(wink wink). Back to the story, while everyone is busy with Justin, Chloe is worried about her test. So tell me, are you the :
A) Abby and others type busy fangirling
B) Chloe type busy focusing on the test
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