Mr. Bieber

I saw you

It was my first day at my new school. My names Skylar. I'm 16 years old, I'm a sophomore, and I got kicked out of my old school for fighting too much soooo yea. School starts at 8:00 and it is now 7:30. Since I live about 2 blocks from the school, I start packing my backpack for the day. I already know what I need to pack. Notebook, pencil, charger, headphones, and my phone. I grab a granola bar and my long board, and head off to school.

I take a look at my schedule.

Period 1: Chemistry
Period 2: History
Period 3: Homeroom
Period 4: Math

Damn. This shit looks boring already. I'm not used to being in this type of environment. I always used to skip school but now I actually have to go.

After my first three periods I'm already tired. How the fuck do kids stay here all day and not walk out in the middle of school? Huh, maybe that's just a me thing. I got to my fourth period, sat in a seat and looked at the teacher. Holy fucking shit. He had golden brown hair with hazel brown eyes. Tattoos surrounded his body. He was wearing a black tux and it fit him just right. I looked at his hand. God only know what I want those fingers to do to my-

Mr. Bieber: Skylar? Skylar Brooks? Is there a Skylar here today anyone?

Me: Oh um I'm so sorry! That's me I'm Skylar Brooks! 

Mr. Bieber: well alright Skylar, I'm Mr. Bieber. I hear you're a new student is that correct?

Me: yes, yes it is.

Mr. Bieber: okay great if you have any questions about anything with the school don't hesitate to ask me.

He sent me a warm smile and I returned it back. His eyes. His hair. His lips. Oh gosh his lips. He has the kinda lips you could kiss all day and the second you let go you'd be begging for more. Wait.. what am I saying?? I'm 16, and he's what..20 something? It's my first day here I need to calm down.....

Before I knew it, fourth period was over. Everyone was packing their things, and leaving to go home. I put my things in my bag and headed for the door when someone stopped me.

Mr. Bieber: Hi Skylar, sorry to bother you, but um I just wanted to ask you. How's your first day?

Me: well to be honest it was pretty damn boring. Oh, sorry for the language.

Mr. Bieber: haha it's alright I don't mind. So how come you moved here?

Me: welllll I got kicked out of my old school for fighting too much. So now I'm here! By the way um..uh never mind.

Mr. Bieber: what? You can tell me. What is it babygirl? Mind if I call you that?

Me: no not at all.

I can feel myself blushing shit shit shit!

Me: well anyway, I was going to say I couldn't help but stare at you the whole entire class. You're pretty damn gorgeous. But I'm sure girls tell you that all the time....

Mr. Bieber: yes they do. But none of them matter. You do tho. You're stunning babygirl

He goes over to the door and locks it. Then he turns the lights off so it looks like no one is in here. He comes back over to me, and grabs me by the waist. Then he starts kissing on my neck. About a minute later I realized that he left a hickey.

Me: Mr. Bieber! Why'd you leave a hickey what if my parents ask about it?

Mr. Bieber: cover it with makeup.

Me: true. Damn Mr. Bieber you're turning me on so much right now.

Mr. Bieber: please Skylar, call me Justin.

Me: okay. Justin. I like that. Well I should get going home now. Have a nice day Justin

Mr. Bieber: wait umm here take this.

Me: what is it?

Mr. Bieber: it's my number. I'll text you when you get home. Or you text me. Just so I can talk to you later today. Does that sound okay?

Me: yea that sounds great. Alright I'll text you in a little bit. Bye handsome

Mr. Bieber: bye gorgeous