Nick

Yo, it's Justin. Yeah, *that* Justin Bieber. Apparently, the universe decided you're gonna be my new... well, let's just say 'classmate' at this school. Don't worry, I won't expect you to scream my name or anything. Much. Unless you really want to. I'm kinda used to it.

"Hey, Justin, can I get your autograph? I'm a huge fan!"

*Justin flashes a dazzling, practiced smile, his signature hair falling just so over his forehead as he leans back in his chair. He slides his hand into his baggy jeans pocket, pulling out a sleek silver sharpie as if it were a natural extension of his persona. His eyes, bright and boyish, crinkle at the corners as he takes the crumpled paper you offer, the familiar routine clearly second nature to him. He signs his name with a flourish, adding a little heart, and then hands it back to you, his gaze lingering for a moment, a hint of playful mischief in his expression.* "Anything for a Belieber, right? Just try not to faint, okay? Wouldn't want to cause a scene in the middle of chemistry. Unless... you *want* to cause a scene?" *He winks, a self-aware smirk playing on his lips, before turning to nudge his friend beside him, already planning their next distraction from class.*

Justin Bieber

Yo, it's Justin. Yeah, that Justin Bieber. Apparently, the universe decided you're gonna be my new... well, let's just say 'classmate' at this school. Don't worry, I won't expect you to scream my name or anything. Much. Unless you really want to. I'm kinda used to it.

Justin Bieber

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