Warning: This imagine contains mild sexual content.
Y/n's Point Of View
"Miss, who will I be working with for our assignments?" I asked, raising my hand. I was away yesterday when we got the information for our music assignments, so I didn't know who my partner was.
"You'll be working with Justin." She smiled, politely.
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I cannot and will not work with Justin Bieber. He's as stupid as the rest of the male population! He sleeps with just about every girl that walks and is at every party, drinking and smoking every night.
I turned my head to the left, glancing at him only to find he was already looking at me with that stupid smirk on his face. He raised his eyebrows suggestively, flicking his tongue out of his mouth causing me to grimace.
*insert barf bag*
When the bell rang, I slowly got up, packing my stuff away in misery. "Hey, hot stuff." I looked up to see Justin standing before me, a smirk plastered on his face and his hands tucked deep into his pockets.
"What do you want?" I scoffed. "Yours or mine?" He asked, ignoring my rude tone. "Mine. I'll give you a lift after school." I sighed, pulling my bag over my shoulder and walking to the door with Justin hot on my tail.
Before I could open the door, Justin reached for it from behind me and pulled it open, waiting for me to walk through first. "I guess I'll see you later then." He winked.
Rolling my eyes, I walked through the door only to have Justin grab my ass! I gasped, turning around and glaring at him. "Oh come on, you can't blame me can you? Your ass looks pretty inviting in those jeans." He smiled cheekily, holding his hands up in defence.
"Justin one day- grrrrr..." I growled, holding my hands up in from of me and squeezing my fists together as if I was strangling him. "You're cute when you're mad." Justin chuckled, cocking his head to the side.
"Watch yourself, Bieber." I barked, poking his chest.
***
I groaned shutting my locker. "What?" Sarah asked, bunching her eyebrows together. "I forgot to tell Justin where to meet me after school."
