Note from the
Justin Bieber, and any insults any character says in this story
are in no way a reflection of my opinions of Justin. He's
amazing, but Katherine just doesn't know that…yet :)
What the Hell Is Bieber Fever?
Thursday morning, the skies as clear and blue as your eyes. You
sit up in your bed, surprised it's only 8:32 am. You shuffle to
the bathroom down the hall and brush your teeth. Staring at your
reflection in the mirror, you smile. Your platinum blond hair is
100% natural, pin straight, thick, and hangs all the way down
your back. You run a brush through it before walking to your
closet. You select a tight purple tank top that hugs your curves
in just the right places, and a pair of ripped up American Eagle
denim shorts that barely cover your butt.
You sit down on your
small pink makeup bench and stare at your face. Bright blue eyes,
long thick eyelashes, full lips and porcelain skin, you are
beautiful, and you know it. Smearing on black eyeliner, you
turned up the radio. Some weird, random Lady Gaga song was on, so
you flip it straight to the classic rock station. "Photograph" by
Def Leppard was playing, so you crank it up. After that song
ends, you run a tube of bright red lipstick over your
Angelina-esque lips, pull on a pair of painfully bright pink
Chuck Taylors, grab your Louis Vuitton your last ex-boyfriend had
gifted you for Christmas in 2008, and headed out the door.
You slide into your
black Ford F-150, leaving the seatbelt unbuckled, and by the time
you were out of your driveway your speedometer was up to 85. You
quickly turned the radio dial back to the classic rock station,
and smiled a bit as Journey's "Open Arms" was just beginning. By
the time you got to school, it was 9:13 am; you were an hour and
thirteen minutes late, again. You ran into your History class
just as the second period bell rang and smiled at your boyfriend,
Derrick across the aisle. He ran his fingers through his messy
Zac Efron-esque locks, before shrugging off his beat up leather
jacket. Damn, he's hot, you think.
"Hey Kit Kat!"
Derrick grabs your hand, lacing his fingers through yours, and
slipping his tongue in your mouth as a quick hello.
"Excuse me! No PDA
in this class!" your teacher yells, frowning. You just laugh, and
whisper a quiet Shit under your breath. Derrick laughed
and you noticed he had gotten his lip pierced, and it looked hot.
You motion that you liked it, and he thanks you with another
quick kiss when the teacher isn't looking. That brings Derrick's
piercing total to 14, not to mention his 8 tattoos, and he's only
17, but geez, every one of them is sexy as hell. But now you are
totally jealous of his lip piercing, you'd wanted one since you
were 10, but your mom was a crazy Jesus freak, and won't let you
till you 18, two more freaking years.
"So, do any of you
have Bieber Fever?" your teacher laughs as she pins a poster to
the bulletin board. It shows a kid, who looks about 12, looking
into the camera with a sugar sweet smile. He wore a plaid button
up, skinny jeans, and high tops, a total good boy, and even if he
was your age, he was definitely NOT your type. You raise your
hand, "What the hell is Bieber fever?" The whole class
Katherine!" your teacher responds rudely. "And to answer your
question, this is Justin Bieber, he's a 16 year old singer, he's
actually quite popular, and I'm surprised you haven't heard of
"Um, I just heard
about the Jonas Brothers last week," you admit fakely with a
smile at Derrick.
"That explains it."
She responds matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes.
"Well, he's coming
to our school this Friday, to do a benefit concert for City of
Hope. You all know what that is right?" The class answers with a
are $30 a person, and there are 3,500 for sale. You are going to
be given 5 a piece, and asked to buy them or sell them to someone
you know. You don't have to attend, but this is for
"This is so gay,"
you mouth to Derrick.
"He's so gay,"
Derrick laughs and squeezes your hand again. He was so perfect,
in general and for you. You'd been dating for three weeks but you
were so in love. You didn't care what anybody says, sex first,
then actual love. It obviously had worked out here.
"So hope you guys
are excited for Justin Bieber, because I've heard he's excited
for you!" your teacher says a little too enthusiastically, and
you frown, Yeah right, you think, Like I'd want to
actually meet this freaking gay little 16 year old