23 August 2012
WARNING: 14+ Nothing too descriptive :) x
*Drew's POV* "Wait... I don't get it. Why are we at your school?" I furrowed my brow as Justin opened the passenger door for me. I stepped down onto the snow-covered sidewalk, my feet making a satisfying crunch in the white mass. We were parked outside a tall, square building, built in rusty red brick and cheap single glass windows. Yup, they really splashed the cash on this place. "I thought your school would be all fancy and shiny. I was kinda picturing a golden statue of you outside, making you look way buffer than you actually are" I giggled as Justin locked the car and took my hand, leading me across the snowy ground. "Gee thanks Drew. I always wanted to be called a tick by my girlfriend" he chuckled sarcastically. "Would you rather me say you look fat in that jacket?" I teased him. "Nope". "You look obese in that jacket" I stated as we reached the front doors. We climbed up three steps - the only things not covered in snow around here, as the door was sheltered by a plastic porch sort of ceiling - mind you, it was so weighed down with snow, I thought it might fall in on us at any second. "Love you too babe" he grinned at me, before pushing on the door. Nothing. He tried the handle, like a normal person. Nothing. "Well this was a waste of time, and petrol if I might add. That stupid range rover uses so much diesel I-" l began, but Justin stared behind me, a growing smile on his face. "Not necessarily" he grinned, before taking my hand again and leading me back down the steps. He dragged me along the side of the building, stretching up on his toes to look at each and every window we passed. I had no idea what he was doing or where he was going, but I decided to not bother questioning it. Just as I became inquisitive as to what he was up to, he came to an abrupt stop, making me slam into his back. "You ok?" he spun briefly around to check on me, eyes hyper yet worried. "Yeah, I'll just uh, restart my heart" I tried to laugh as I caught my breath, my spare hand pressed to my chest as I breathed heavily. "Sorry" he babbled his apology, before whipping his wallet out of his pocket. He pulled out one credit card, examined it, shook his head and handed it to me. That happened eight times before he found the one he wanted. "You have nine credit cards?" my eyes were wide and my eyebrows might as well have been non-existent they were so high on my head. "Nah, it's more like nineteen" he stated simply, obviously not thinking it a big deal. I shook myself out of my daze and tried to focus on what he was doing instead. He slid the card into a small slit in the wooden frame of the window, taking around three minutes to jiggle it about, before I realised what he was doing. "You're breaking in?!!?" I exclaimed, eyes on stalks. "Shhh! Shut up!" he chuckled, briefly glancing around at the surrounding houses before continuing his work. "You can't do that!" I gasped, feeling immediately like some sort of convict. "I'm Justin Bieber, I can do whatever I want" he chuckled at me, just as the window made a 'click' noise. Justin pushed the window up with ease. He locked his hands together, waiting to give me a boost. When I didn't move, he gave me a look. "Why are we doing this?" I whimpered. "Because it's highly romantic, and you'll love me forever" he smiled like an angel, before adding a sweet "Please? Baby?" on the end. I let out a deep breath. Look at him. He really wants me to do this. "You're not gonna boost me in and then run are you?" I giggled. "Promise I'm not. I'll be right behind you" he smiled sincerely. Ugh. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Ugh! Fine! Give me a boost" I sighed, and his face lit up in a grin. I can't believe I've never noticed he has the cutest dimples. I'm so in love right now. He lifted me up, and I shuffled in through the open window. As I clambered up off the floor, shaking my head to rid of the disorientation, I realised I was in a classroom. The walls were lined with every type of coloured card, times tables and vowels plastered everywhere. There were small, two-seater desks in vertical lines up the room, a teacher's desk and white board at the front, still with the words: "Christmas Holiday Homework: Page 87 and 88 in Maths TextBook" written on from the last day of term. "I used to take Maths in here" Justin smiled from behind me, his brown leather jacket and black fingerless gloves looking incredibly sexy. (The jacket does the opposite of making him look fat, I was just saying that. He looks AMAZINGLY nice ;). "So, now what do we do?" I asked simply, weaving my way through the tables and smoothing my fingers over the cold plastic. "I'm gonna show you around" Justin grinned, taking my hand in his, and tugging me out of the classroom.
The first stop was a deep, dark hallway on the lower floor, right next to the guy's toilets. Charming. Justin's warm gloved hand squeezed mine as he swung me around, making our way slowly to the unknown destination. "What's this?" I asked, gesturing around me and waiting for my tour guide to explain it's significance. "This is where I had my first fight" he smiled softly, obviously lost in the memory as he stared at the musty brown carpet of the hallway. "How'd you do?" I asked, bringing myself into his arms and resting my hands on his warm, broad shoulders. "Honestly... I got my ass kicked" he winced at the memory, holding me gently by the waist. "I'm sure that's not true" I gave him a sympathetic look. "The other guy beat me so hard I honestly felt like crying" he blushed, clearly embarrassed by his loss. "Yeah well, why don't you tell him you beat up and then killed a fifty year old rapist. Fight won" I did my best to smile. I didn't want the memory of Phil today. Or any other day for that matter. I didn't want to think about anything other than Justin and I. "Very true" he smiled softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
"I honestly don't get what's so interesting about a stairway" I giggled gently and leaned against the railings, scuffing my boots along the step I stood upon. "You wanna know what all the guys did here?" he chuckled, leaning beside me with his arms folded across his chest. "Actually no, the way you phrased that just made me feel really unclean. I have no idea what form of liquid is on these railings" I grimaced, and stood up straight, avoiding touching the metal bar. Justin chuckled at me gently, reaching out and taking my hand. "It's not that. If I wanted to show you that place - which I don't - I'd take you round the back" he laughed. "Outside?". "Yeah". "Wouldn't that be cold?". "I wouldn't know. Personally I never tried it. The thought of people walking by and seeing really puts me off" he burst out laughing once more, and so did I. "Nah, this is where guys used to bring girls to make-out" he grinned, glancing down at the steps. "It looks so romantic" I stated sarcastically, making both of us laugh. It was the opposite really. Faded green walls, paint cracked and peeling, white linoleum tile, small chunks out here and there. The steps were covered in mud and grime. Perfect for a make-out, obviously. I was clearly being sarcastic there. "We used to sit on the steps down there. If teachers caught you, you were so dead. Still, it's worth the risk" he grinned cockily. I stood opposite him, leaning against the wall as I pictured Justin and his mates. "Wow, you can be a real cock can't you Biebs?" I laughed gently. "I can't help it. If there's an incredibly beautiful Southern girl called Drew within a five mile radius I'm automatically attracted to her". I blushed. Why do I always blush? I need to get a hold of myself. I'm acting like an eight year old. He's just so gorgeous, and he's flirting with me. It's so cheesy, but it works so well. "Well thanks. We should get going" I began, but Justin stopped me as I made my way up the steps. He took my hand and spoke. "There's one more place I want to show you". He had a mischievous glint in his eye. I didn't trust him with that glint. "Im scared" I giggled half-heartedly, my voice weak and pathetic. "You'll love it. I promise", and I let him take me to the next destination.
"Haven't we already been in this classroom?" I wondered aloud as Justin closed the door behind us. It looked an awful lot like the Maths room we had started off in. I guess all classrooms sort of gel together in the end until it's just routine that you know where you're going. "Nah, this is an English room" he said, just as he locked the door. Why is he locking the door? "Why'd you lock the door?" I asked, my heart pumping and my voice shaky. Justin chuckled gently at my worries. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna do anything stupid" he said softly, sitting down on one of the two seater desks. "Come here" he told me, and I did as he said, my heart rate slowly going back to normal as my trust re-grew. I hopped up on the table beside him, silently wondering what we were doing here. It's a pretty boring room. I'm not sure what interesting thing could properly happen in here. Other than Justin learning how to write joined up letters, it's pretty insignificant. "There was a girl that used to sit at this table," he began, and my head immediately shot up as he explained why we were here. "She was the first girl I ever asked out". "What did she say?". "No". That actually surprised me. How could you say no to Justin? He's the most perfect person I know. He's charming and sweet, funny and handsome, he loves kids and is amazing with parents. "It really upset me at the time" he chuckled softly at the childish memory, before looking over at me. "Now I kinda just want to rub it in her face" he laughed, making me giggle with him. "Rub what in her face? That you're rich and famous or... What?" I asked quietly. "That I have beautiful girl, much more beautiful than her, to call my own". I'm gonna cry. He's so adorable. I'm literally breat
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