The Farm House ( A Justin Bieber Love Story)

Chapter 11

"Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Giving me those tingles when you touch me or come near me. I don't like it."

"You don't?"

"I don't."

I do.

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Claire's POV

I cut the grass harshly, grunting as I do so, making sure to once in a while beat up the soil with the huge scissor I have wrapped around my hands to lessen the anger that is currently building up inside of my system.

Nope, I don't hate the grass though I do hate the person who is forcing me to do this, and yes you are fucking right and I'm pretty sure you know who've forced me to do this----Pattie fucking mallette. Huh, bet you thought it was Justin huh? Ain't that unexpected? Just a lesson to all of you, you're not always right.

But anyway, apparently me and Justin have gotten "too out of hand" for the past weeks and in my defense Justin and I's pranking aren't that bad. It's just the average pranking crap by two teenagers who absolutely, completely and genuinely despise each other.

Like there's this one time when I waxed one part of his legs, and damn it bled a lot. There were red spots on his legs and there were a bit of wax stuck on his legs and it wasn't all taken out. He was sleeping then and obviously woke up once I pulled that strip right of his skin. So yeah, currently a part of his right leg is half bald while the other parts were full of hair. It took me the whole day running away from him as he ran after me with a butcher knife saying he'd cut my stomach open. And frankly speaking I'm pretty sure he was somewhat (?) serious.

Then there's this one time when I was in the shower, I got out and tried looking for the clothes I swore I've placed on the sink which have 'magically' dissapeared. Wonder who the magician was huh? I went out of the bathroom and went in my room and saw my luggage open on the bed, EMPTY. Looked through my window and boom, I saw the fucking idiotic bastard throwing my underwear up in the air making sure it'll get stuck on the mango tree in front of my window. I had to climb up that stupid tree all by myself (which took me how many hours) and get all my clothes out of it and some even got holes in them. Worst part was they were branded....it was even worse than the sudden pain I've felt while I was on that tree, there were huge ants biting me and it took Ryan an hour to get all of their fucking heads off my skin.

So if ever you want to know the score board?

Claire: 27 (I'll always be on top)

Justin: 27

Yeah, the last prank was by me which Is when I got back at him since he changed my perfume to skunk fart. What I did was I placed a skunk right in his room in the middle of the night and you guess it right, the next day the house smelt like a skunk paradise. It took us the whole week to get rid of that smell. And yeah, right on the next week Pattie gave us a prolonged sermon (again) and now I'm here doing shitty chores I swear I would never do once I get back to my place. I'm still cursing my parents until now, I'm seriously praying for vishnu to give them a kick-on-the-balls karma. They deserve it, and I am completely serious.