ariana's pov

I speed-walked to my dorm after all my classes, so Justin wouldn't lock me out. It's immature but he's likely to do it. I begin to twist the knob but it doesn't budge.

Kind of like me on a Saturday morning.

Who am I kidding, that's me everyday.

"Justin let me in," I said, starting to bang on the door.

"I didn't agree to this!" he yelled over the people walking in the hallways.

"You know what else people don't agree to? Rape, but it still happens."

"That has nothing to do with this."

"I'm just making a point." I rolled my eyes but remembered he couldn't see me.

"Not a very good one."

"Oh, shut up and let me in."

"Never."

"If you don't let me in I'm going to - "

"Do what, rape me?"

"You think this funny?"

"Don't you find it amusing?"

I took one of my bobby pins out without being noticed by any other students, jamming it into the lock 'til the door opened.

Why did I not come up with this before the bickering?

"How'd you get in?" He raised his eyebrow.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out," I said cockily smiling at him.

Why?

Because he's never going to fυcking find out.

He groaned, plumping on his bed.

"Wow you're very welcoming," I said rolling my eyes.

"I know," he says. "Don't you feel like such royalty?" He is slightly annoyed.

"Uh, we have to share a bed?"

How was I supposed to hide my boobs?

Or my what boys call "panties."

I hate that word I couldn't tell you why.

"Yep, and it sucks. So you better not rape me in my sleep."

"Won't you let it go already Justin?"

I'm going to sweep aside the annoying ass Frozen fanpersoning.

"Aww, don't be a buzzkill Ariana," he says poking my cheek.

I swat his fingers away.

"Are you trying to give me acne?"

"What are you a girl?" He snickers.

I would rant about the snickering but fear was building inside of me. It's hard not keeping my feminine side in.

"No why would you say that?" I tried laughing it off.

"What boy worries about acne? That's why."

"I'm a germaphobe so having acne makes me feel like a hobo."

"Oh, I didn't know it was like that. Sorry but still."

"Still what?" I said joining him on his bed.

"First get off my bed. I don't want to be raped."

I rolled my eyes, trying to think positive instead of giving him death threats. Oh my God, in my head of course I have some self-control.

"Second why are you so attractive for a boy? Third why do you have a girly name?"

"Uhh...," I began stuttering.

"Well," his eyes began to widen.

"Because I was born flawless and because my parents named me Ariana to make my life seem so perfect."

He furrows his eyebrows and scoffs. "Wow. Cocky much? And sure, they did it to make you seem less 'perfect'," he put his hands in quotation marks.

I let it go I couldn't let him find out I was a girl. At least until I could trust him.

"Well I'm going to the vending machine. You want some?"

"Doritos, Cool Ranch."

"Why? Because their cool like you." He laughed at his own joke.

"Ha. Very funny," I said not very amused.

When he walked out, I locked the door so I could think of a plan to hide my girly parts.

That's PG code for vαgina and boobs.

I put on a t-shirt I found in my duffle bag. I looked through his drawer, making a mess of his clothing until I found a decent pair of boxers. I smelled them.

If this is what it feels like to have a smell orgasm, I'm dead.

Justin smells to good and I couldn't care less if these were used boxers. One step closer to losing my virginity.

Fuck off. I know y'all arching eyebrows at the fact that I'm a virgin, especially without that Playboy crap I did with Sascha.

The door started to twist so I jumped in the bed - more specifically 'our' bed.

"Your already getting ready for bed?"

"Yeah. I like at least eight hours of sleep. I take school seriously."

"Hate to tell you, bug, but when you join a sports team you're going to have less hours than that."

"And why is that?" I said pulling the covers over my chest.

"With the amount of homework they give, and how many hours of practice there is. There's not enough time in a day."

"Why does my mom hate me?" I groan.

"I thought she loved you," he joked.

"Can I just have my Doritos?"

"Sure your going to have to catch me," he laughed like a twisted child.

"You're so immature," I said lazily getting out of the covers.

It was only 5 minutes in and I felt like I was going to go into cardiac arrest.

"Please just give me the damn Doritos," I begged.

"Get on your knees," he twistedly smiled.

"Am I a dog now?"

Or is he implying a blσwjob?

"Yep," he said, popping the 'P'.

"Fine," I said desperate for the Doritos.

He threw one in my mouth.

I didn't want him to treat me like a dog, but being fed by Justin was quite ideal.

"Can I have the bag now?" I plead.

He shrugs. "Sure."

I snatched the bag from his hands.

"Wait," he said looking at my crotch.

"What?" I said covering my area.

"Why are you wearing my boxers?"

"Because I lost mine."

"Those are my lucky pair. Let me give you another one.

"Oh okay."

"Take them off."

"I don't like undressing in front of people."

"How did you survive in middle school?"

"Bathroom stalls."

"Fine here," he said tossing me another pair.

I ran to the bathroom, locking the door. I swapped the boxers hoping his lucky pair doesn't smell like vanilla. I unlocked the door handing him his boxers.

"Ariana?"

"Yeah?" I said looking at him.

"What's this?"

"A bra."

Shιt. Where did he find that?

"Where did you get it from?"

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