what's UP, before i go into this i want to say that this story is a reupload from like, 2014? ive gone through and spiced up some things so that it's better and closer to this generation... uhhh yeah i think that's it, ik this section is dead but hey maybe there's some stalkers who still like to hop into these kinds of stories

yes, this is f/f (eventually), if you don't like that it's chill just hop off, but otherwise let's go

The courtyard was empty today, while it was mostly bustled with students of all genders and grades usually now she stood alone, hid behind the thick-stumped tree that was planted in the middle. Had class started, already? The weather was nice, the sun soaked her cheeks, but nobody was there to enjoy it.

"Welcome to Loserville, population of one," shit, she was here - of all people.

"Leave me alone, would you?" Demi's mood sunk lower than it already was, and her long-sleeved shirt stuck to her palm with sweat.

"Oh, I could!" Demi waited, but Selena said nothing else for a while, tapping her bottom lip with the rosemary-colored nails that hung over her fingertips carefully.

"And you're not gonna?" Demi guessed, eyes down low.

"Of course not!"

Demi glared at her, but swiveled around quickly, she should know better than to rile her up. Instead, she padded away from the tree, trying to stay silent and unbothered.

"Hey…!" Selena reached forward, contracting her fingers against the girl's wrist, an angry expression cold in her eyes.

Demi hissed in response, yanking her arm back. The white threads of her shirt latched onto the slightly-scabbed wounds in response, pulling at the binding that held back waves of blood. Not to mention, the newer ones that criss-crossed against the bruises that were there for… more specific reasons.

"Calm down," the girl didn't unlatch her hand, only pressed harder. "You scared I'm gonna melt your hand?"

"Get off!" Demi burst, using her ungripped hand to sock the girl right where her candy-red lipstick ended. Sure, it was off, considering it was her nondominant hand, but her tormentor still recoiled back, blood leaking from her nose.

"You're so gonna fucking pay," she seethed, pinching her nose and swaying on her heels.

"I'm sorry, Selena! It just really hurt," Demi whispered half-heartedly, her confidence boiled down to the equivalent of a penny.

"You know what hurts? My face, you bitch!" Selena leapt forward, her nails outstretched like cat claws, she leapt for the girl's eye, but missed, instead raking them down her face.

Demi winced away from it, finding no choice but to flee. The deer had dared to buckle her hooves up on the lion's toe, a small drop of confidence oozing out of it; but now the lion had recovered and was ready to kill it like it should've done in the first place. Selena ran after her, the dips of her nails pressed against her own concealer-cakey nose.

Demi darted around the school, the lingerers skipping class staring at her, before acknowledging the darting, head-up girl chasing her. From a distance, it looked silly - but it was terrifying. Selena would have her head, cut it right off with those sharp nails!

Finally, she jumped into the locker rooms, holding up the door handle once it was closed. She couldn't lock it because she didn't have a key, but holding it up and pulling back seemed like enough. However, she was hoping Selena didn't find her anyways… unfortunately,

"Are you fucking in there? Let me in!" Selena screamed from behind the door, her petite fists barraging it with thumps and pounds. Demi let herself break down in tears, more scared than she'd ever been in her life. She choked out a sob, still using all of her weight to hold the door shut.

The knocking ceased, and the rabid pulling also stopped. Usually adjusted to the harsh, teasing, or angry tone - Demi jumped when a soft voice came from the outside, "Are you crying? I'm sorry… I didn't mean to make you cry…"

Demi gulped, her breath unsteady. Selena's voice sounded so kind, nurturing; but Demi had to stay strong. Despite her deep internal efforts, her grip loosened on the door, and in came a bloody-nosed Selena. Demi let out a yelp of shock, spurting down to the floor and blocking her forehead with both of her sleeved arms.

"Why would I hit you?" Her nurturing voice was back, "I wanna make you feel better."

"You do?" Demi looked up, so unused to kind words that it was almost surreal to her. Selena set down in front of her on the bench, and Demi jumped slightly.

"Let's be friends," Selena said, brushing the hair away from Demi's forehead. Demi flinched back, but it didn't hurt - she was just scared. Selena was being so nice to her, when just yesterday the girl had taken a permanent marker and drawn genitals on her face while she was asleep in class. That had only caused her trouble with her parents, and she had bruises to prove it. Demi blinked softly to the girl; she could get used to this side of her, the kind side.

"I," Demi began, rubbing her arm. "Sure."

"Good," Selena smirked, standing up and placing a hand on the girl's head.

Demi opened her mouth - probably to ask what she was doing - but was cut short with an exasperated gasp escaping her lips. Selena had pressed her fingertips harder into her head and smashed the girl's head into the lockers. Soon, the gasp turned to a deathly shriek, feeling blood drip from the large dent on her head. She did it again. Then again, again, again and again.

"Whore," Selena spat, now only holding onto a clump of bloody hair, right by the base of the head. She pulled the girl further away, so there was about a meter between her and the bloodied lockers. The girl then dipped her head into the space, still clenching her hair as if she'd die any other way.

"You are nothing," the girl hissed, the innocent act she had dissipating into a different time. Selena pulled back from the slam and slammed her into the locker one more time, the sound of the wrenching metal clang burning her ears. With that, she let go of her support, watching Demi fall, the bloody pulp that used to be her face throbbing.

Selena looked, a rock stuck in her throat. You went too far, a voice nagged her body, and she looked away. Pulling out her cell-phone, she made sure to dial 911 before she left.

Because, Selena Gomez was not that cruel… she just really hated Demi Lovato.

i know this is a really short first chapter and i am BIG SORRY, ill try to update every other day or so ? i dunno ill come up with a schedule soon, otherwise i'll see you later

also, i know that this is SUPER OOC but ! it's an AU for these first few chapters so i can create a fake perspective here

thanks for hopping by