third person pov

Her name was Gwendolyn Bloom. She didn't realize just how exquisite her beauty truly was. Her long brown locks fell slightly above her denim light washed jeans. There was a hole in her right knee, she claimed that's how it came, but it was obvious she made the indentation on her jeans and wore them anyway. They were her favorite jeans, she would wear them no matter how many holes would appear. She has brown eyes like most of the world population, except hers were a little different. They always had a tinkle behind them, it drove boys crazy. But it didn't drive anyone more crazy than Drew Bieber.

He wanted more than anything to be hers. He always imagined what it would be like to be her boyfriend. His heart fluttered at the mere thought of calling her his. Just looking at her made him weak in his knees. As cliche as it sounds he was hopelessly in love with her. Just watching her brought a smile to his lips. As strange and eerie as that might sound he didn't mean it in that kind of manner. 

He was currently at her track meet. He only joined as a manager for the team because of her. He didn't really understand the concept of track, it seemed like a pointless sport to him, and many would agree with him. Regardless he joined anyway because he knew how much Gwendolyn loved running. It was almost time for her event causing him to grin a little. Her body was perfect. Everything about her seemed perfect to Drew. Even though she had many flaws he didn't know about. She casually stripped off her jeans and light jacket in front of Drew. Causing his cheeks to heat up a little. She was only in her spandex and jersey. The sight drove him over the edge. He could feel a sensation between his legs. She was the only girl that had this effect on him.

"Good luck," he said timidly to her.

"Thanks," she smiled while tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

Her smile easily made his heart skip a beat. He was okay with that, as long as he could witness her smile. He wasn't typically shy. The effect she had on him was powerful, but she didn't know that. Drew could easily get any girl. He was Drew Bieber after all sex on two legs practically. But he could barely look at Gwendolyn without blushing, let alone talk to her. 

She was fast on her feet. She ran effortlessly on the track, as if it was second nature for her. She had a huge lead in front of the other three girls in the race. Justin would never understand how she could run a mile in five minutes, when he could barely walk up the stair to class in five minutes. Before he knew it she was done, leaving behind dust. 

His eyes blinked rapidly she was standing in front of him. He had been staring for so long, he didn't realize she asked him a question. His lips parted slightly before she asked the question again.

"Drew could you put down your phone for a second. I really need a water bottle, could you pass one please?"

Even though his phone was in his hands, he could never possibly be on it when someone as beautiful as Gwendolyn was in his presence. Even though she thought he was probably texting some girl, he didn't tell her how wrong she was. Instead he nervously gulped and nodded his head. Retrieving a water bottle from her track bag, and handing it to her.

"Thanks you're the best," she said giving him a toothless smile.

His face began to flush a rather light shade of red. He quickly pulled his hood over his head, and zipped his jacket up to cover his now bright red cheeks. She found it funny and giggled, causing him to want to sink in his seat and dissappear forever or at least until this track meet was over. 

She finally walked down to sit next to her friends. He studied them intently, noticing the type of people she hung around. If he was ever going to be in her life, he wanted to have similar characteristics to her friends, since her friends got along so well with her. One of them named John made her laugh at a joke along with the others sitting beside them. It made Drew's jaw clench and his hands began to form into fists. He closed his eyes sighing, calming down his emotions. He wanted to be the only guy to make her laugh.

Drew always thought he was a funny guy. He wish he could show Gwendolyn his funny, and charming nature. But he could barely mutter up a word to her after all, without his palms getting sweaty. She thought he was a player, she never would want to associate herself with Drew unless she was forced to. She didn't realize how wrong she was, he was just a shy boy under his bad boy persona and he was hopelessly in love with Gwendolyn Bloom. 

While she was in love with her boyfriend. He was adored by everyone. His name was Lucky Blue Smith. But she called him Blue. His name was ridiculous if you asked Drew. But he couldn't deny Lucky was attractive and made Gwendolyn swoon, something Drew could only dream of doing. He would be content with her just noticing him. He wouldn't have to make her swoon, at least not yet.

She never noticed him though, unless he was sliding into her dms. 

A/N: I decided to change things up and change Justin's name to Drew, since his middle name is so cute, and Ariana's name is Gwendolyn Bloom. How'd you like the first chapter btw? I hope it wasn't trash. 💖