Broken

Chapter 5: First Day

Justin's Pov:

I entered the gates slowly, my backpack swung on one side. I scanned the hallways slowly, a few girls walked past me, squealing and waving. I won't lie, they were rather sexy, but, I just don't think I'm over Kimberly yet. I headed for my booked locker, then I heard,

"Justin Bieber, report to the principle's office as soon as possible." A loud voice came from the speakers above me.

I asked a few people around me where the office was, before I headed down to it. I walked through the door and there was a man sat at his desk, diagonally opposite was a tall brunette. I scanned her from head to toe, she was, beautiful. But, she wore jeans instead of shorts, jumpers instead of crop tops. Not my kind of girl. She looked back at me, rolling her eyes.

"Sir, you're the principle right?" I said questioning the man sitting at the desk.

"Yes, let me introduce your tour and project partner, Ellie." He replied, his left hand pointing towards Ellie.

"Er, Hi.." Ellie looked at me saying this, she looked me up and down and turned away.

"Hi." I looked at Ellie before stepping forward, facing the principle, "And you are?" I questioned looking at the man in front of me.

"Mr Elew, I hope your attitude stays good, I've heard about you." He said looking at me, raising his right eyebrow.

I didn't reply, just rolled my eyes and nodded my head slowly. Ellie looked at me, she gave me a dirty look and then turned away. What is wrong with that girl?

"You two can go now, your class starts in 5 minutes, exactly, here are your time-tables you're pretty much in the same classes." Mr Elew said as he looked down at his papers, handing our time-tables to us.

We both turned around, heading for the door, I opened it for Ellie as she walked out, strutting her stuff. I smirked as I said, "He's fucking annoying, right?"

She replied with a posh British accent, it was perfect. "Pardon?"

"You're from England, what do you do there, drink tea?" I would say this and laugh hysterically.

She would roll her sparkling brown eyes at me, "I've got a class to attend to, plus, I don't speak to drug addicts, you smell of cigarettes." She strutted away, flipping her brunette locks.

I glared at her, turning around and walking the opposite direction. Fucking bitch.

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