Texas Girl

I stared up at the solemn, grey painted walls of Kaywood High School.
Like something out of a horror movie, I expected lightning to strike and Zombies come flooding out of the creaky double doors. I was surprised that it actually didn't happen, as the place looked very convincing with its sallow, gloomy colours and blinds tugged down over every single window in the three-storey building.
The backdrop was just as bad. An ice white sky covered with clouds of 50 different shades of grey, dying trees, muddied grass and cracked concrete yard.
I sighed, finding this experience so bad it was almost painful. The last time I had gone to school was when I was 12, and I could honestly say I didn't miss it. And now, here I stood, me and my 18-year-old pop-star self, having to go in and begin my graduating year. Shoot me now.
It wasn't easy being the most known guy on the planet. I was good looking, smart, funny and could sing like hell. Oh and don't forget my charming modesty ;). It was difficult, yes, but a godsend compared to this dump. Still, my Mother thought it would do me good. She thought I had lost "The real me". I told her she was just getting old and couldn't read me right, so she whacked me upside the head and told me I was going to be attending Kaywood High in Apple Springs, Texas, seeing as though that's where we would be staying for a few years.
Apple Springs' population was 2,654 people, unlike the bustling and busy streets of Atlanta, New York, which crammed in about 420,000 people. Heck, there were probably this amount of people in Wal-Mart back home, let alone the whole of Atlanta.
I took in a deep breath, and trudged through the misty, dark, Monday morning air towards the Hell-bound building, my black Supras hitting the scratchy tarmac and scuffing along the sides. I was too cold and wet to care, even though they costed 120 dollars and were my all-time favourites.
I wondered silently if mid-December was always like this in Texas. Wasn't it supposed to be sun-drenched and fun-filled like in the postcards? Well, that was sort of like saying New York was the postcard where people break out into song and dance instead of the reality, where people got mugged and raped on a daily basis.
I hopped swiftly up the set of steps in front of the doors, and slipped inside the building, burying myself in the pure warmth and heat of the long yet empty hallway.
Lockers and long yellow lights ran along the length of the hallway, brightly lighting every inch of the corridor, so bright that it made my eyes hurt. I think they had the lights so vibrant and yellow so that it seemed sunny in the ghost-like town. Yeah, nobody was fooled, assholes.
I patted my black jeans pockets, searching for that god damn piece of paper that had my timetable on it. Nope, nothing but my iPhone. I dug my hands down into the pockets of the plain black varsity-styled jacket I wore, but only found a pack of gum.
Oh that's right. It was in my messenger bag. I'd forgotten I was wearing the thing, seeing as though I never needed one singing falsetto into a microphone.
I tugged the crumpled piece of paper out of the bag that I now remembered hung loosely down by my left leg, and ran my eyes down the lesson list.
Chemistry. Crap, and I was already late. Ugh, who cares. It's not as if I was going to be here long enough for them to give me a detention.
I sauntered slowly down the hallway, turning the first corner to get to class as a group of five or six girls walked down the corridor. They giggled and blushed at the sight of me, and I gave them a little sexy smile and licked my lips,
making them sigh and visibly melt in front of me. Damn. Texas girls were fine. I chuckled as they disappeared around the corner, not realising I could hear them squeal and scream "Oh my god he's so hot!" "Literally the cutest thing ever!" "He's so much hotter in person than on TV!". Well at least there was something to look forward to staying here ;).
I pushed open the door labeled 41C, which I assumed meant chemistry, and walked in to find the lesson had started.
There were about eight two seater lab desks, all filled with people except one. On the back right hand desk sat a girl, and remember earlier when I said Texas Girls were fine? I take it back, Texas Girls were freakin' stunning.
Her hair was a dark, burnt red, and fell down long past her shoulders, straight but somehow wavy at the same time. She wore a sleeveless guns and roses T-Shirt, cut in tasselled straight lines up to her bellybutton that exposed her tanned and perfectly toned stomach, ripped denim shorts that ended way above her thigh, in an attractive pale blue, as well as dark brown suede wedge boots, ending just below her knee with ornate swirly details up the sides. Some chunky black bracelets and bangles, as well as a cross hanging low on a pendant, and she was the perfect Texas girl.
She looked up from the thick notepad she had been doodling on, and my dark brown eyes met with her cloud grey ones. Her gaze was the most intense, strong connection I had ever felt in my life, and it was as if a storm was beginning inside her irises.
"Ah, class, this is Justin Bieber. I'm sure you've all heard of him!" a tall teacher with messy brown hair welcomed me inside as I shut the small classroom door. All the girls' eyes lit up in desire, whereas the guys frowned, now knowing it would be even more difficult to get a date with any girl now
I was here ;). The only face left expressionless was hers. She didn't swoon at the sight of me, and she didn't scowl either, and usually it was one or the other. She just chuckled quietly to herself, and went back to her drawing.
I silently begged for The teacher
(who I now new was called Mr. Atkinson, courtesy of a plaque on the messy, junk-filled desk at the front of the class) to sit me next to her, just so I could be close to the fallen angel. "Why don't you take a seat by Drew back there?" I wouldn't have known it was her unless he pointed to her desk. I'd never met a girl called Drew, but due to recent events, I wanted to ;). I went over and took a seat just as Mr. Atkinson began lecturing us on the wonders of Chemistry. "Hey, I'm Drew. Drew Texas" she smiled softly at me, whispering so we wouldn't be told off for talking. I chuckled quietly, and she gave me a knowing sort of look "I know right? I live in Texas and my last name is Texas. Ironic huh?" she giggled as I sat down beside her. "Yeah" I began, then after a moment of silence, corrected myself "No actually. It's beautiful". She looked at me with a hint of hidden suspicion, but let it drift away as she nodded softly "Thanks".
"Oh I'm Justin by the way" I turned to her, sort of surprised Mr. Atkinson hadn't noticed the entire class was talking over him. "Well its nice to meet you Justin" she held out her hand, and I took it all too willingly. "Yeah, you too Drew". Only now did I notice her beautiful Southern Accent. She sounded like she'd have a beautiful laugh too. I hoped and craved to make her giggle in that cute but sexy voice, with just enough golden honeyed tones and the perfect raspy hook as she finished speaking, each sentence more intriguing than the last. "Oh you need a Chem book" she noticed, getting up from the stool and going over to the bookshelf at the back of the room.
Holy fuck. Her figure was as hot as her voice. I noticed the perfect curve of her hips as she stretched up on her toes to reach the top shelf, as well as her tight waist, exposed from the top she wore, skin-tight denim shorts clinging to her ass. I realised her struggle to reach the shelf, and stood up to help her, our bodies close enough to touch as I pulled down the book and turned to face her. "Thanks" she looked up at me, and I realised she was about five or six inches shorter than me. I imagine I'd have to lean down to kiss her, but that just made her all the more desirable.
Seriously, she looked the way sex felt. Strong but toned, warm yet ice cool, sexy yet fun.
I tore my gaze away from her perfect figure as we wandered back over to our seats in silence.

How in the fuck was I supposed to focus on Chemistry when there was the sexiest girl on the planet sitting next to me. When someone said the word Chemistry, I didn't think about the topic, I wondered whether her and I had any.
She didn't seem eager, or flirty, or over-excited - which were the normal reactions I got from girls - she was just..... Laid back. Too laid back. It irked me.
So the next day in Chem, when Mr. Atkinson had his back turned, I began to whisper "Just curious Drew, do you find me sexy?" I smiled, and she giggled at my question, highly amused. "Uh, you're alright" she teased me on purpose, knowing that her answer would irk me to oblivion. "Come on Texas, that's not your real answer is it?" I chuckled, realising I had made a habit of calling her by her last name, seeing as though it was the topic of first proper conversation we had had. "It seems to bother you that I'm not attracted you" she turned to me, a confused and fathomable expression on her face. "So you're not attracted to me?" I only heard the most significant point of her sentence as I tapped my pen on the desk. "Not really Justin" she sighed, not looking up from her work. "Is that a problem?" she smirked, glancing at my expression for any sign of defeat. "Oh no, no, no. That's fine" my voice was clearly showing denial, as she stopped working and looked over at me "Really?". I crumbled under her perfect cloudy gaze "Nope. Am I not sexy or something? Are my biceps too small" I began to roll the sleeves of my black v-neck tee up for her to see, and she burst out laughing and stopped me in my actions, tugging the material down over my arms as we laughed together.
"Mr Bieber. Ms Texas. Perhaps you'd like to share what's so funny with the class?" Mr Atkinson had noticed our amusement, and clearly wasn't happy about it. He stood with his hands firmly on his hips, glasses pushed up his long, spiky nose. Drew went to protest, but he shook his head "No buts! Butts are for saddles. Share" I couldn't help but chuckle at the saying only Southerners could use in a public situation without being mugged.
Drew cleared her throat in preparation, a small, cheeky smile on her beautiful face "Justin and I were discussing his problems in the penis department". Everyone's jaw dropped except mine and Drew's. I knew it was stupid, because she had just bought us a detention, but I burst out laughing with her. "Bieber! Texas! Detention room, now!" Atkinson yelled, and we rose from our seats still laughing and giggling along with the rest of the class.
When we were alone in the hallway, I ambushed Drew and threw her over my shoulder, running down the hall and tossing her small body around in my arms. "Justin! Justin put me down!" she squealed, but I refused. "I am not challenged in the penis department! I'm a beast Tex!" I chuckled, swinging her up and securing her legs around my waist, arms around my neck as she giggled in a beautiful Southern accent. "Justin put me down. You have no idea how sick it is for friends to be doing this" she held back another laugh, clinging to my warm body for all she was worth. "I like it" I smiled, and there was a moment of silence where our eyes met, before she dropped herself down onto her feet.