I Was Made For You

23.

"your boyfriend looks so...yummy"

Justin's POV

"I like college" she said.

"Me too. We're different people" I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well, no one here knows I was the high school nerd and you were the popular girl everyone wanted to date" I shrugged.

"I'm glad people don't think of me like that" she sighed.

"I am too" I smiled.

"But to me you'll always be the high school nerd, but that's why I love you" she looked up at me and smiled.

"Well good, because I will always be your nerd" I said, kissing her forehead.

"Here we're just normal people. No labels or anything. Well that's not entirely true. Your known as the basketball player and the other day some girl said 'oh your Justin Bieber's, the basketball guys girlfriend'" she giggled.

"Sounds funny huh" I said. She nodded,

"Speaking of basketball, are you coming to my game tomorrow night?" I asked.

"Ya know, I don't know, watching basketball is so boring." she joked.

"Ha ha your so funny" I said in a funny voice.

"I know. I should be a comedian. But yes, I'll be at your game." she smiled.

We arrived at the coffee shop and got ourselves two big cups of coffee. My head was starting to feel better, but not by much.

"I swear, if I see her fucking face again, I'm going to go ape shit" Emma muttered, looking out the window over my shoulder as we sat at a little table. I turned around and looked and saw Lindsay walking with some guy,

"Do you know who that is!" Emma said and hit my hand repeatedly.

"Who? And stop hitting me!" I said pushing her hand away.

"Sorry, but that's Matt! The guy who won't leave me alone!" she whispered.

"No way! What are they doing together?" I asked. Both of us still looking out the window watching Matt and Lindsay looking rather engaged in a conversation.

"If I knew I'd tell you" Emma said in a sarcastic tone. I turned my head and looked at her and gave her the 'ha ha smartass' look.

"Why can't we just have a normal life. Why do I get a stalker guy and you get a psychotic whore-ish bitch" she said and sat back in her chair, sipping her coffee.

"I have no idea" I sighed and turned back around in my chair.

"I'm so ready for Thanksgiving break" she said.

"That's in like three weeks" I said.

"Three and a half weeks till my birthday" she said smiling.

"19 years old babe" I said.

"I'm old" she pouted.

"Your not old, your not even twenty" I said.

"I'm older than you" she said.

"Yeah, cougar" I teased.

"Oh please. I could always call you a 'man-ther' for dating an other woman. But I totally should have gotten the 'robbing the cradle' award at the senior awards." she laughed. At our school, around the last week before graduation the senior class has an award ceremony and gets awards for stupid stuff like, best legs, best smile, robbing the cradle, shit like that.