Songs:

Bed peace: Jhene Aiko ft. Childish Gambino

I will never let you down: Rita Ora

A/N: Justin on side when he takes off his shirt. Btw every picture I post for a chapter will relate to a scene.

justin's pov

I put on a white t-shirt. Putting on my black basketball shorts. Sagging a little. Bending down to fix the tongues on my nike Kobe's. You probably expected me to say jordan's. How typical of you.

"Could I borrow some basketball clothes Justin?"

"Why haven't you bought any masculine clothes yet?"

"Because I don't want to turn into a tomboy."

I sigh. "That's not how you turn into a tomboy."

"Yes it is. Turning into a tomboy is my worse fear," she exclaims.

"Calm down," I snicker.

"I think you would look hot in boy clothes. Or just mine," I send a wink in her direction.

Her cheeks heat up.

"Could I have some clothes now," she says playing with the ends of her hair.

I toss her spare clothes. Making sure to throw her briefs.

"I don't need this. And why did you give briefs and not boxers," she says waving them in the air.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yea, that'd be nice," she says rolling her eyes. Do I honestly annoy her that much she is always rolling her eyes. Or was it just a reflex to stupid questions? I wouldn't like to think that I don't annoy her, so I'll assume the second.

"Because boxers would be too loose on your vagina. And briefs should only feel a little looser than your panties."

She made a disgusted face.

"What's wrong?"

"Your word choice. I hate the word panties," she cringes.

"Maybe I should say it when you annoy me," I smirk.

"Don't be a jerk," she says pushing my shoulder.

"Just hurry up and change. Before I do it myself."

That immediately makes her scurry to the bathroom. How cute she's shy.

She comes into view after about 20 minutes. This is why I started getting ready a hour early. We only have 10 minutes to spare.

"How do I look," she says fixing her wig.

"You'd look better-. Nevermind."

She opens her mouth to say something, quickly closing it.

"I'm ready when you are," she says putting her hand on the knob.

I walk out first her trailing behind. I speed up just to annoy her. Yea times like this is probably why she rolls her eyes at me. She finally catches up to me, almost out of breath.

"If you're out of breath now how are you going to survive basketball?"

"I have asthma, but I get by just fine. And why? Because of endurance," she scoffs.

"I didn't ask for your life story," I snicker.

"You're so rude."

"Sorry I'm not the perfect gentleman. But if If I may bring you back to reality. You're supposed to be acting masculine. And every word out of your mouth, is something a girl would say."

"Urgh, you're right," she huffs.

A smirk is plastered on my face.

"Get that stupid look off your face. Or is it just your face," she grins.

"That was uncalled for."

"Sorry," she says giving me a quick peck. Before we walk into the gym.

"If it makes you feel any better, I wanted to do football. But I did this for you instead."

I grin, leaning in to kiss her soft lips. Then back away remembering we're in public.

"What's wrong?" She says opening her eyes when she realized I wasn't going to kiss her.

"I remembered we are in public."

"Oh," she says looking down.

I give her a sincere smile.

"We should probably sign in now. So we aren't marked late."

"Okay," she said making her way over to the sign in sheet.

I followed closely behind my eyes glued to her ass.

"Justin," she whines.

"What now?" I snap.

"Stop staring at my butt. Do you have no self control?"

"How can I have self control. When your ass looks so fine in my basketball shorts."

"You're such a pervert."

"I'm a teenage boy. What do you except? Me to just think about blowing bubbles and eating candy. Or whatever little boys these days think about."

She rolls her eyes walking away. I quickly scribble my name on the sheet. Jogging over to her side. She throws the ball it hitting the rim of the hoop and bouncing in the direction of her face. I quickly go in front of her. Catching it on my fingertips. It was only seconds from hitting my own face.

"Thanks," she says hugging me.

"Ariana," I mutter.

"Oh yea," she says pulling away.

"Guess we know who Ariana is crushing on," Sam said. The basketball team's captain. Earning a few chuckles from other try-out contenders. Obviously trying to win his favor.

I rolled my eyes. Beginning to shoot. Occasionally doing slam dunks. Ariana eyes wandering. I follow her eyes, to where Sam is. My blood boils through me. I didn't know why jealousy was over coming me. I was the sexiest boy in this school. Conceited, pretty much.

I take off my shirt, throwing it to the side of Ariana. Hoping to catch her attention. She is basically drooling over Sam. Just coming back from her fantasies, she gawks at my six pack. Mission successful.

"You're so hot," she says obviously wanting to run her hands over me.

"I know baby. You were wasting your time staring at Ham," I say flexing my biceps.

"It's Sam," she giggles.

"Oops, not my fault his name rhymes with food."

She rolls her eyes. "Could you teach me?"

"There are a lot of things I could teach you," I seducatively say.

"I didn't mean it like that," she says blushing.

"Could you teach me how to shoot like you?"

"Well it takes years of practice to be this hot. But I guess I could teach you the basics."

"Gee thanks."

"Bend your knees before shooting and jump if you need to. And throw the ball with both of your elbows out."

"Like this?"

"Yep."

She shoots it hitting the dashboard, then bouncing to the gym floor. She runs to it, dribbling it back over to the hoop. Contunisly missing the hoop. I decide to go behind, fixing her posture. Putting my hands over hers, shooting the ball with her. It swirls around the rim before going in.

She smiles kissing my cheek. I blush forgetting my surroundings. I was never one to blush, but she was changing me.

"Justin's getting some sugar," the hilarous Sam said. That was sacarsm if you couldn't tell.

If you could purposely hit people, some people in this school wouldn't be in existence. That would of course include Sam.

"Don't pay any attention to him. He's immature."

"Says the one staring at my ass. And how can't you look at him he's so.. so dreamy."

"We're talking about Ham right?"

"It's Sam," she says rolling her eyes.

"Whatever, doesn't make a difference."

"He makes me feel so insecure."

"Why?"

"Knowing he's watching me."

"I watch you."

"That's different."

"Um... I don't think you know who you're talking to."

"Justin Bieber."

"Nope."

She looked at me puzzled.

"Justin Drew Bieber, first of all. Second, I could crack coconuts with these bad boys," I say kissing my biceps.

"Wow the sass is real. And I doubt it," she snickers.

I roll my eyes. "At least my name doesn't rhyme with pork."

"Are you ever going to let that go. It's not funny anymore."

"You're right."

She widens her eyes. Shocked I said she was right. But she doesn't know what's coming her way.

"It's more like a fact."

"Why did I even do basketball with you? Don't answer."

"Then I'll just explain."

She huffs clearly pissed.

"If you didn't come here you wouldn't have met the 'dreamy Sam'."

"So I'm sure there are hotter boys on the football team. And they probably have better asses to."

"Ariana, profanity."

"Shut up Justin you say worse."

"I make sure a teacher or coach isn't around."

"And why is that," she side eyes me. I'm not this frustrating in person I promise. Maybe 100 times worse.

"I'm not stupid. I don't want to get suspended from school, or even worse the sports teams."

"Would your life be over if either of those happened," she chuckled.

"Don't be such a bitch." After those words came out. I realized just how much stupidity I had in me.

"Fine," she said storming off.

I waited a few minutes. So I wouldn't run out of breath. There are two places she could go to let her frustration out. The dorm ad study hall. She was more likely to be in study hall.

How many flight of stairs do they need. It's not like they had a lock in there. Maybe they did. But having so many flghts of stairs would make it obvious. Finally making it to the entrance, I have to push all my body weight on the door just to not pass out. I search the whole room at least five times with no sign of her. I give up and go back to the dorm to see her tear stained cheeks. I immediately felt worse knowing I caused this.

"Ariana I'm sorry," I say sincerely meaning it.

"Yea whatever," she says flipping a page in her book. Not even glancing at me for a moment to give me satisfaction.

"Do you really forgive me?"

"Of course not. You called me a bitch in front of everyone. You know how embarassing that was? Oh wait you don't because you're so perfect."

"Ariana-"

"Don't even try."

I sit next to her. Causing her to tense up.

"Just give me a few minutes of your time."

"You've got two."

"I overreacted I should have never called you a bitch. I promise I didn't mean it."

"These are just words Justin."

"I know."

"Then get to the point Justin," she says shifting in her spot on the bed.

"I didn't want to say this. But you're leaving me no choice. I was jealous you preferred Sam over me. It really hurt me."

She gently smiled at me.

"You have me admitting my feelings. I feel like such a girl," I say making a funny face.

She giggles. "Well it was worth it because I couldn't stay mad at you forever."

"So you forgive me?"

"Yes. You'll always be my number one Juju."

A/N: Was this a good boy pov? Because this is my second time doing it.