Mr. Bieber

First encounters

I woke up to the sound I had been dreading to hear for the past two days. My alarm clock. I swung my legs over the bedside, and stumbled to the bathroom. I hopped in the shower and let the warm drops meet my skin. I wished I could stay in this hot shower for a couple more hours, but no. I had to go to this stupid school. I hadn't made any friends yet, only enemies.

By the time I got out, I still had fifteen minutes left to make it to class on time: Physics. Taught by the son of a Greek God; Justin Bieber. I quickly brushed my teeth without having the time to properly have breakfast, brushed my hair and practically ran my way to school. Make-up was the least I would worry about at this time. Being right on time, I dropped into my seat and waited for Mr. Bieber to arrive.

There he was, looking as Holy as always. He wore a neat suit, the arms were folded so that we could see his expensive watch (and gorgeous tattoos). His golden hair gelled back cutely, and the signature smirk on his face. He knew damn well that he was hot as hell.
"Do I have something on my face, Hope?" He asked. My cheeks turned bright red, and I could hear people snorting. "Oh. N-no, you look um, very handsome." Shit. What are you doing Hope? "I mean, uh, I didn't mean it like tha-" he interrupted me, looking very amused, "don't worry, Hope. I was just teasing you. Nice to know what you think of me though."

Great, Hope. You're a total creep.

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I sat in the cantine, alone as always. I could feel Kayla's friends glare at me. Kayla is one of those girls you don't want to mess with. They could play it dirty, and stab you in the back without you noticing. I have no idea what they had against me, but it wasn't pretty. I decided to throw away my lunch and sit outside for a bit.
"Oh my god, does she want to fake anorexia or something?" Kayla said loudly so her friends would look. "I think so, pathetic." Shay said. I rolled my eyes and quickly walked out. I hated this school so much, I would literally be the happiest person on this planet if I could go back home.
I plopped onto the grass and started staring off into space, until I felt a light tap on my shoulder, and then a presence next to me. "Hope, I saw those girls picking at you at lunch. Are you okay?"
My heart began to race so fast, but I did not show it.
"I'm okay. I'm just new and they're searching for a new target, it'll blow over eventually." I shrugged without showing any emotion. He shook his head, "you can't let them bully you, Hope. If it ever gets too much, please come to me." He said as he stood up, letting his hand resr on my shoulder for a couple more seconds and looked into my eyes with sympathy. "Will do, thankyou Mr. Bieber." I half-smiled. "Please, if we're outside, call me Justin."

"O-okay, bye...Justin."