Chapter 4

"Get up! Get up!" My alarm screamed and I shot up too quickly, accidentally rolling out of bed.

"Ouch," I rubbed my ass as I got up off of the floor. Stupid alarm. I stopped the alarm and stretched, loosening up my body. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. Ugh. 4:17 a.m. I need to get ready.

I trudged to the bathroom and splashed water on my face to wake me up. I'm not really a morning person as you can tell. After I brushed my teeth and took a quick shower, I put on some leggings and sports bra because I know he was going to work me hard today.

I pulled a hoodie over my head because it tends to be a little chilly in the mornings.

"Who wakes up this early just to train anyway? Ugh." I muttered to myself as I grabbed a muffin for breakfast. I looked at the time again and it read 4:50.

"Oh shit I need to go." I hurried and grabbed my keys and went straight to my car. I memorized where he lived so I arrived at his house with no problem at all.

Before I could knock on the door, it opened and there stood Augustus. I smiled and walked through the door.

"Good morning Augustus."

"Good morning Miss Mileyna, how are you this fine morning?" he asked me.

"I'm great, just a little tired. I wish I had gotten more rest. But other than that I'm great."I told him, yawning a little bit.

"How are you?" I asked him as we made our way to the living room.

"I am splendid, just preparing the house for Mr. Bieber." he answered. "By the way, Mr. Bieber is still sleeping." he told me. Are you freaking kidding me?

"Sleeping? Then why in the world did he tell me to come here at 5 a.m.?" I asked looking at the time. It was 5:05. Augustus raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"5 you say? He used to have his students come for at least 7 a.m., no earlier, no later." I shook my head and left the living room, on the hunt to find his bedroom.

"His bedroom is on the second floor, last room on the right." Augustus told me as I made my way up the stairs.

"Thanks!" I hopped up the beautiful stairs two at a time. This bastard did not have me sacrifice sleep only for him to get more beauty sleep. Uh uh.

I made it to the second floor and kept walking straight until I made it to the last door on the right. I took in a huge breath and opened the door. There on the bed, underneath really comfortable looking sheets, was Justin Bieber. The top half of his body was showing and the bottom half was covered by the sheets, and I could see tattoos inked all over his bare back.

He was was facing me, laying on his arms and he looked so peaceful sleeping. Just like a baby. Aw, too bad. Time for him to get up.

I stalked towards his bed and when I was by the edge, I was about to shake him until he woke up.

"Don't even think about it." his deep voice filled the room, heavy with sleep. Oh mercy. That was the sexiest sound I have ever heard. Calm down Ley, remember this is Justin we're talking about.

I huffed and folded my arms as he sat up, leaning back against his headboard.

"Why am I here so early if you aren't even ready? I could've still been sleeping!" I said, irritated. He ran his fingers through his wild hair and opened his eyes.

"I told you to come here early because since you are starting from the beginning, you need more time to learn everything. Now stop complaining about not getting any sleep. You sound like an annoying baby. Grow up." he said, throwing the sheets to the side and hopping out of bed. He stood up in front of me and I tried my hardest not to look at the large imprint of his member in his boxers.

"Lord help me please," I whispered to myself, clenching my fists.

"Hm? What was that?" Justin asked, eyeing me. I chuckled nervously.

"Oh nothing, I'm uh, just gonna wait for you downstairs." I said, turning around quickly and scurried out his room. I heard him chuckle as I walked down the hallways to the stairs. Wow, he can actually kind of laugh. Impressive.

I went into the kitchen and waited for him there. He came down quicker than I thought in some basketball shorts and a plain white tee.

"Let's go." he said, walking right past me, not even looking at me. I rolled my eyes and hopped off the stool I was sitting on and started following him.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt if you were polite just a teeny weeny bit. You might actually feel better about yourself." I said, shrugging. He just kept on walking.

"Or not," I breathed, trying not to get irritated yet again.

I followed him down to the basement and we made a left, walking into a full furnished gym. Exercise equipment scattered the place. There were two ellipticals in one corner and three treadmills in the other corner. There was a spot to bench press and there was even a bicycle trainer. Weights were everywhere and I looked up and saw the wall hooked up to do pull ups. This was one professional exercise gym. In his basement.

"Sooo, when do I start killing people?" I asked bouncing up and down on my tippy toes excitingly. Justin gave me a side look and scoffed.

"You are no where near close to knowing how to kill someone so calm down. We are starting from the very beginning." he told me, picking up weight and placing them back in their correct spots.

"Okayyy, and what is the beginning? I forgot, that was a while ago." I said, trying to remember what I did a the beginning.

Justin straightened up and shook his head, muttering to himself. He sighed.

"Alright. There are four stages to this. Stage 1 is basic training which is basically getting you in shape, so, exercising. Stage 2 is when you start training with weapons. Stage 3 is where you learn how to be stealthy and how to read body language. The 4th and final stage is where you learn how to kill."

He grabbed two flat weights with handles and placed them on the floor in front of me.

"You are starting at Stage 1. Exercising. Now drop and give me 20." He pointed to the ground. I just stared at him blankly.

"Give you 20 what?" I asked, clueless. He stared at me like I had five heads. He threw his arms up in the air and smacked them back down on his sides.

"Jesus Christ you are an airhead. Drop and give me 20 pushups, lets go!" he yelled, clapping his hands in my face.

"Geez, you don't have to be so rude. Calm down, I'm dropping I'm dropping." I grabbed the edges of my hoodie and yanked it over my head, throwing it to the side. I dropped down to the ground and grabbed the handles of the weights.

"By the way, I'm not really good at doing pushups," I said, glancing up at him. He crouched down in from of me and twirled his finger in my face.

"Go. And I wanna hear you count each and everyone of them out loud." He got back up and turned his back to me.

I pushed myself up and went back down.

"One." I repeated that action.

"Two." I did that over and over until about 15 and I started getting really tired. I dropped to the floor and just laid there, trying to catch my breath.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Get your ass back up and finish them. This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you. Now get them done!" I groaned and got back up.

Once I was done, I felt like someone picked me up and threw me at a brick wall. My arms and belly were so sore.

"That took too long, next time I want them down faster, understand?" he said, looking at me sternly.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. What's next?" I waved my hand at him in a tired manner. He grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him, his strong grip starting to cut of my circulation.

"I said, do you understand?" he growled in my face. I yanked my arm back and rubbed it, trying to get circulation back in it.

"Yes I understand! Damn, you need to control your anger!" I yelled, stepping back away from him. He placed his hands on his head and blew out air from his mouth.

"Let's just get this done and over with. Next is pull ups. Let's go."

By the time we were done with workouts, it was around 3:30 in the afternoon and I was worn out. Justin tossed me a towel to wipe my sweat with and even gave me a water bottle.

We made our way back upstairs and into the kitchen.

"You have so much work to do, I've never had a student that was so clueless and out of shape before." He grabbed an apple from the fridge and took a huge bite from it. "You're gonna be a challenge, and this is going to take longer than I thought."

"How long do you think it's going to take?" I asked, eyeing the way his lips moved as he chewed.

"Don't worry about that. Just worry about getting better each time we see each other. Now leave and come back the same time tomorrow." He turned and started walking out of the kitchen.

"Wait!" I called out. He stopped, but didn't turn around. "I want to come at six instead. Five is way too early." I said, biting my lip in anticipation of what he would say to that.

He just shrugged.

"That's fine. You're just going to have to stay even longer now." With that he walked straight out of the kitchen.

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