BitterSweet Love (A Justin Bieber Fan Fiction)

Thirty One: Drama

"I'm Mr. Fitch welcome to Drama." The teacher announced

"Sorry I'm late." Chaz said stumbling into the room

"No need to apologise I have one of you ever semester Mr..." He waited for a response

"Sommers."

"Well take a seat then."

He came and sat beside me. "Hey Scar."

"What kind of game do you think you're playing here?"

"I don't know what you're talking about all I did was say hey."

"You've known I was going to be taking this class for months why would you sign up?"

"Maybe I like drama." He shrugged knowing this was eating me alive

"That's shit and you know it Sommers."

"Mr. Sommers, five minutes and you've already interrupted my class twice."

"I'm sorry sir."

"Why don't you come down here and do the first improv act"

"Um I don't think that would be a good idea sir."

"It wasn't a question it was an order." He scanned around the room. "Oh and you, Mrs. Chatterbox come and join him."

"Are you talking to me?" I was surprised

"Don't act stupid sweetheart."

I sighed in defeat walking down next to Chaz.

"Take on the roll of a married couple bickering."

"That shouldn't be very hard." Chaz snickered under his breath

"David I cannot believe you would leave your underwear on the floor again!"

"Oh but sweetheart don't you remember? You're the one who discarded them there last night." He smirked causing giggles around the room

"You're a filthy pig."

He frowned. "I thought I was a pussy destroyer."

"I don't think I can bare being around you for another second."

"Oh come on you're about 50 times worse darling."

"Me?"

"Did I stutter?"

"David you're an asshole all you want is sex!"

"You're one to talk Denise you're looser than a thrift shop turtle neck."

"Oh honey, are you sure it's not your three inches that the problem is?"

"Obviously a lot bigger since you were choking."

"Faking for your benefit."

"What about all of those orgasms? Did you fake those too?"

My mouth fell open in shock.

Mr. Fitch interrupted "And this would be the moment when I cut the two of you off." He gestured toward us. "Give them a hand." A few boys whistled making me scrunch up my face in disgust.

"David? That's the best name you could come up with?" Chaz whispered when we got back to out seats

"It was the first name that popped in my head. You called me Denise you can't even complain."

"What's wrong with Denise?"

"What's wrong with David?"

"Fair enough, Sinclair."