HELLO! welcome to the SEQUEL of Loserville! i probably would've done this even if yall didn't ask, but I went out for a while and woah people actually read it! oh boy let's go
oh yes, and this is the sequel so if you want to understand I'd read the first one first :^)
also; ill be updating every Tuesday! why? well, every tuesday I get out of school early so I have time to post and proofread a bit before I send. secondly, I just love tuesdays :^) lets get into it now!
"School time, it's school time," Selena sung lightly, booping the girl's nose, who was curled up on the bed with the comforter swarmed around her.
"Shut up time, it's shut up time," Demi scoffed, yanking the top of the blanket over her head.
"I'm hurt." the girl whimpered, crossing her arms roughly. She raised her eyebrows in expectancy, and Demi could feel them pecking at her. Angrily, she rushed the blanket to the side and allowed Selena to yank her by her elbow so that she stood up.
The two still lived in the same apartment building, second story with the same shaggy carpet and gray walls.
"Come on. I have to work tonight, so you're not gonna see me after school. Do you really want to waste your precious time sleeping?" Selena questioned, pinching the girl's nose.
"Fine." the girl sighed, bringing an arm above her head while her other one jerked to the side, a loud grunt escaping her mouth. "I'm up."
Selena smiled and pressed a kiss against the girl's lips, giving her a nice wake-up. Demi let go of her petty morning angst and kissed back, weaving a hand through the girl's hair. Unfortunately, Selena pulled back a bit too quickly for Demi's liking and smiled.
"You only have one hour to get ready cause you slept in, do you think you can handle it?" Selena jeered, her hands on her hips and her tongue out.
"Haha, very funny," Demi rushed a few fingers through her hair, "I can do it if you help me."
Selena snorted, poking her cheeks sweetly, "Make me."
"Oh, bitch," Demi cupped the girl's cheeks with her hands, shaking Selena's face in between her hands. "Don't make me tickle you."
"Rude…" Selena crossed her arms, upset still that Demi knew exactly where she was ticklish. Instinctively, the girl pushed a strand of her hair over her ear. Demi tucked it back, though, so that she could kiss Selena's ear.
Selena giggled in instinct, turning around so that Demi's lips met hers instead of her ear.
"Weirdo," Selena mocked, pushing herself closer to the girl with her waist.
"Oh, you love me." Demi swirled a strand of the girl's thick hair on her finger. "Now stop distracting me by being cute and let me get ready for school."
The previously mean girl just snorted and kissed her again, brushing their lips together one last time afterwards before turning and moving to the kitchen. Demi ruffled her own hair in the mirror, squelching at her messy hair and deep-plated eyes.
Meanwhile, Selena had moved to the kitchen, stirring her tea—Demi had convinced her to stop drinking coffee since it was bad for her—rubbing her eyes with her cold fingers. She stretched out with a muffled groan,
"Selly!" Demi whined from the bathroom, harrumphing out a few cries of discomfort.
"Yeah, babe?" Selena asked, making her way over the bathroom in concern. Demi had removed herself from the bathroom, her hair half-cured and only one eyelash dotted with mascara.
"Spider…" Demi pressed her forehead into the girl's neck, her arms wrapped around the girl's side.
"Every day, Demi," Selena pinched her cheeks goofily. "You gotta toughen up!"
Demi only dug herself further into the girl's shoulder, her grip tightening. She protested, "I am tough! I'm just not so good around bugs."
"I don't have time to go kill your spider. It's raining and we're gonna be late if we dont leave soon."
"My hair," Demi pouted, pointing to her half-curls and half straight hair. To combat this, Selena simply grabbed a brush from the countertop that she had used previously and softly brushed out her curls, despite Demi's protests.
"Okay, but I didn't put on any makeup." The now straight-haired girl put her hands on her hips, subconsciously shutting her eyelids as the brush traveled one last time through her hair.
Selena perked the girl's chin with her fingernails, smiling sweetly and pressing a kiss against her un-applied lips. The girl combed her fingers through Demi's hair, "Who cares? You have natural beauty."
"Hm, I am pretty beautiful aren't I?" Demi fluffed her hair with a smile, and Selena beamed back.
They had been working on her confidence for a while, and whenever Demi could compliment herself unconditionally, it made Selena's heart soar. The popular girl made it her goal to compliment her five times or more a day, and get her to compliment herself at least once. So far, everything has been running smoothly.
There was just once problem that they couldn't seem to deal with—school. They hadn't told anyone they were dating, the most people got from them was that they were friends; more or less. Jen and some of Selena's other friends had shunned her for such a thing, daring to call her a traitor to them. However, Taylor refused to leave her best friend and stuck around, despite her previous encounters.
The blonde had felt terrible about what she'd done, and Demi was able to forgive her after a few weeks of relentless apologizing. However, despite this, Taylor wasn't told of their relationship. Nobody—and that means nobody—knew about the two.
Taylor even considered Demi as a second best friend, which couldn't have made Selena happier.
Selena had pulled open the doors of the school, before Demi pulled her back and gave her a sweet kiss. Selena sighed into the kiss, knowing that they'd have to wait a whole eight hours of school before they could even interact in such a way again. There were the occasional bathroom kisses, backed away into the biggest stall on the left. Unfortunately, it was hard enough to make it look like they weren't entering a bathroom together, and even harder to find a completely empty bathroom.
"Okay, time for hell," The bare-faced girl sighed, rubbing her eyes with distaste for where she currently was.
Selena nodded sadly, feeling glad that the two girls often entered through the west entrance to the school, where there are little people to notice their engagements. They trudged into school, their feet slugging on the ground like they were trapped in knee-deep sand.
The only praise they could have was that they had first period together, but even in the long run it wasn't enough. Luckily, Demi's hand was pulled tightly into Selena's, her released fingers brushing against her knuckles softly.
Before they got up the stairs, where many people would most likely be wandering through halls and administrators would be sitting near classrooms and checking for anything suspicious, Selena yanked on Demi's hand. There had been some sort of disappearance, which called for extra security, but the two didn't care much for it. Selena brought her hands up and down the girl's arms, bringing her into a short-lived kiss. Demi sighed into the kiss, rushing fingernails through Selena's hair.
They proceeded up the first stair step, despite the magnet-like pull they felt. Selena joked harmlessly, "And here comes seven to eight hours of platonic touches."
It was a joke, but Demi groaned hurtfully because she knew it was true.
Selena pulled her handheld mirror from the sidebar, sighing as she once again faced it blankly. It was the beginning of sixth period lunch, and Demi had fifth period lunch. Really sucked, however she had it with Taylor so it wasn't completely lonesome.
However, lonesome was about to turn into awkward—especially when Taylor waltzed closer to her locker and shrugged, "Hey, Selena, Whaddya' think of… gay people?
"Gay… People…?" Selena gulped down the sweet taste of tea from the morning
"You know what I mean," Taylor waved a hand dismissively, seeing eager to learn her answer.
"I don't… I think they're okay—why?" Selena's fists were shaking, her palms were dripping with sweat and it felt like she was suffocating in her loose crop-top. The knee-high socks with the tips curled down just a centimeter below her knees were even laced with droplets of sweat.
"I dunno," Taylor fiddled with her thumbs, "Was just wondering."
Selena was panicking; her mind was racing and her feet wanted to run themselves away. Was this about Demi? Had she figured out? Oh god, Taylor would be so mad! Taylor would feel sad that Selena hadn't told her, and only time would tell when she'd be forgiven for something like that.
"I-is this about D-Dems?" Selena shrunk, even though the blonde was confused heavily.
"What about her? I just—"
Selena placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, a long breath escaping her lips. Selena smiled brightly, patting her shoulder once or twice. "Oh! No worries, Tay. I'm gonna go to the library for lunch today; you can go to the cafeteria."
"Wait, but Selena—" Taylor began again, but Selena was too busy celebrating the fact that the blonde hadn't caught on.
"Oh man! I'm feeling good since gym," Selena had gotten Demi to participate in Gym now, "I might do some cardio later on."
"But, Selena—what about Demi? Ugh, nevermind, I need—"
Selena didn't answer, she hummed and blabbered on about how flexible she had gotten since summer, heading off to the library. Taylor followed her along the locker lines, until Taylor grabbed the girl's shoulder and stopped her, a determined look in her eyes.
"Stop! I need to tell you something!" Taylor halted her, which got the girl's attention quite quickly. Selena wasn't listening, however, she was eyeing the classrooms beyond the lockers. She beamed, knowing that Demi's classroom was somewhere in this hallway. Oh man, that means that she would come out of her class unsuspecting, and Selena could just attack her with… uh… platonic friendship, of course. She beamed, wondering if the bathrooms were empty, or if Demi had anything new to share about her day. Taylor was rumbling on, "I really didn't know," or something.
"I dunno! I just really… I think I like you," Taylor paused, and Selena's mind skittered to a halt, screeching tires and scratching records playing in her head. "As more than a friend."
Selena began to put up her hand to talk, but a gasp filled her ears and she zipped around, eager to break away from the conversation. Oh thank Jesus, Selena gasped in joy to herself, noticing her clean-faced girlfriend bouncing up to her. She waved to Taylor before slinging an arm around her shoulders.
"Hi Taylor," Demi greeted happily, luckily she hadn't heard Taylor's speech about feelings. The girl seemed to be in a good mood, and the other girl would hate to ruin it with unneeded relationship drama. "Selena, we're only doing review in my sixth period and I really don't wanna do it. Can we skip?"
"Once a month," Selena felt her happiness coming back just by being around Demi, booping her nose. "And I've already done it twice with you. You're pushing it."
"Selena…" Taylor interrupted, her eyes cold and hard. "Answer me."
The girl dropped her shoulders; she was hoping that she had gotten herself out of the conversation with Taylor. Unfortunately, Taylor had grabbed her arm and began to pull her off somewhere more private. The brunette gave her girlfriend a look that explained, I'll tell you later! And was dragged off.
Taylor had pulled her into the dip in a hallway, right by a stairwell that led to some weird place that nobody ever had to go to for class.
"Taylor, I'm sorry, but…" Selena shut her eyes when she spoke, "I'm not gay, or anything. I don't like you that way."
A little lie, sure, but it would probably feel worse for Taylor if Selena had said she was gay after all, but already had a girlfriend that Taylor had no clue about—or worse, that she was gay and simply didn't find Taylor date-able. Selena was only protecting her from more harm, in a way.
"Oh." Taylor brushed some hair from her now pale face, laughing nervously. "S-sorry, I guess…"
"It's okay!" The lying girl tried to help, "I don't think of you any different. I hope we can still be friends."
Selena knew she'd fucked up with that line, the girl had essentially friend-zoned her with that line, but maybe it was better than unintentionally leading her on. She could feel the blonde's heart cracking, but Selena turned away before she felt too bad. She needed to find Demi and explain what happened; just in case.
"Come on!" Demi was tugging at Selena's sleeves, eager to get back to the car just so they could at the least hug without being mocked.
"Dems," Selena dragged her feet against the curb as the girl pulled her away, "I need—"
"Come on, I'm gonna die if I have to pretend that I'm your platonic friend for longer than now!"
"Demi…!" Selena insisted, but the girl kept tugging like her life depended on it.
Selena's eyes contracted, and she snapped momentarily. The girl had whipped her hand down, breaking the girl's tight hold. Her throat had also let out a glorified, 'ugh!' and she swore she felt her pupils shrink in anger.
Demi flipped her body around in shock, eyes wide and bugged. Selena clasped her hand over her mouth, "Nonono! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just got impatient."
Demi gulped down her previous words like a rejected text message, before straightening her back and breathing out, "No… worries. I was just worried you were mad at me."
"Well I am," Not the point, Selena. "I mean, I'm not really. I just need to tell you something."
"Okay, so pause, you're mad at me for wanting to spend time with you?" Demi interjected, getting Selena riled up again. What was with Demi today? Moreover, what was with herself? She seemed to be snapping easier. Maybe the whole Taylor thing had really messed with her brain.
"I'm mad at you because I need to talk to you and you keep interrupting!" Selena began, but started again after, "But still, I'm not mad and I—"
"Why can't we just talk when we get home? Why did you have to get so mad?" Demi interrogated, stepping forward.
Selena lifted up her hands to her chest, letting them fall as she yelled, "God! Why are you so annoying?"
Demi's eyes contracted, and for a minute Selena thought she would buckle to her knees and cry—but Selena had taught her better than that. Instead, she screamed: "I'm annoying? I'm annoying? You're the one that's so concerned about your reputation that you refuse to tell people about our relationship. And I'm so stupid that I go along with it, even though it hurts me every day to see mindless guys flirting with you, and you egging them on!"
"You really feel that way?" Selena's eyes soften, but Demi's eyes don't meet hers, instead, they travel to her own jean cuffs. "Baby."
"I'm sorry." Demi apologized with a sigh, grabbing her hands. "What did you want to say? I'm okay with listening."
Selena sighed, leaning her forehead into Demi's. The girl caressed her face softly, pressing a kiss into her lips. Demi stiffened, but Selena no longer cared about being in public. Although she didn't really want to be in public, she didn't want Demi to think that her reputation was more important. It wasn't; it couldn't be.
Selena broke the kiss, causing Demi's eyes to flutter open like sleeping beauty. "We can go home," Her hands intertwined with the girl's to say she was sorry.
"Compromise. Why don't you tell me on the ride there?"
thank u for reading! I'm going to try and make these chapters sorta longer than before, i tried to make them 1k+ words before, but I'm gonna go for 2-3k this time around. I know that's,, not a lot compared to some other stories but! i dunno i might make them longer.
thanks for reading in any case!