Stay Away 2 (sequel to Stay Away) | #Wattys2015

Chapter 22: Protective

Melissa's POV:

"Mine."

I feel Justin peck my cheek, my eyes remaining closed.

"Mine," he repeats, kissing my nose.

"Mine," he says again, pecking my lips.

I flutter my eyes open, seeing a smiley Justin.

He pulls me closer into his chest, resting his forehead on mine.

"Good morning princess," he whispers.

I sigh.

"Morning," I tiredly groan.

"I had trouble sleeping. My boner was distracting me. It was so uncomfortable. You got me good baby girl."

I snicker and bury my face into his chest, taking in his amazing scent.

"I love you," I mumble.

"I love you more baby."

I look up and peck his lips, causing him to hold me tight.

He chuckles at me, looking down.

"What?," I ask.

"It's nothing baby," he assures.

I peck his lips once more.

"Tell me," I command.

He chuckles once again.

"Remember that one day in math class?"

"Hmm?"

"It was the day you first laughed at me. God, I couldn't stop fuckin' blushing."

I think a little harder, trying to remember what he's talking about.

* Flashback *

"And that's how you do the quadratic formula! Now, time for a pop quiz!!," Mr. Jones announces.

We all exchange confused looks around the classroom, still completely lost.

We're screwed.

"Dafuq?!," a voice sounds through the awkward silence.

The teacher narrows his eyes at a student, making us all look back.

It's the school badboy, Justin Bieber.

He doesn't talk that much as you think he would for a badboy, but when he does, we all listen in because we know it's gonna get him thrown out as usual.

"What's the problem Mr. Bieber?"

"What's the problem? We all don't get this shit and you want us to do a pop quiz?! We just fuckin' learned this five minutes ago!"

My jaw drops and I continue to stare at him in awe, surprised he still continues to voice his opinion even though he continues to get thrown out.

"That language and behavior is not acceptable in my class."

"Okay, so if I say it in my next period class, I won't get in trouble?," Justin asks.

"Maybe if you would stay for extra help or actually pay attention instead of opening your mouth and getting thrown in most of your classes, you would understand," Mr. Jones points out.

Justin scoffs.

"Well, maybe if you knew how to do your motherfuckin' job and teach right, I wouldn't have this problem. Your teaching skills suck ass."