I guess public school could've waited. I guessed a bit too late, though. A bit too late, being the first day of school. A flood of regrets go through me; what if everyone hates me again? What if I get bullied again? I mean, yeah, it was 3 years ago. I am 15 now, I should be able to fend for myself. But, there are still so many what ifs. "Demi? …Demi! We're here! Tribeca Prep sure is a nice school." My mother sighed, snapping me back into reality, also signaling that we've been sitting outside of the school for 5 minutes. "You gonna go? First day of school, make it rock!" she declared, a little bit too overjoyed, she said, again, signaling it was time for me to go. I take a deep breath and kiss my mother goodbye, while slowly stepping out of the car. Tribeca Prep… Where the hell did I get this crazy idea to suddenly take a pause in my acting career and go back to public school?

After walking inside the school, I can automatically tell I don't fit in. My long, dark waves tumbling down, basically blending in with my black band t-shirt, and complimenting my acid-washed denim jeans, and my signature good-luck converse didn't stand a chance here; sparkling blondes wandering the hallways, showing off all the new, expensive, brand-name dresses and jeans they got over the summer. The jocks, wearing their fancy Hollister shirts and Nike socks, showing off their new tans, basically waiting for girls to slobber all over them. I'm unbelievably fucked. I sigh, and look down at my schedule. Locker 2051… which is right behind me. I whirl around and crash into a girl who was walking my way. "Oh my God, I- I'm so. Sorry!" I cry, bending down to help her pick up her stuff off the floor. "Oh, psh, don't worry about i—Demi? Demi Lovato?" she yells, attracting more attention than I'd care for. I look up and meet her gaze. "What? WHAT? SELENA?" I yell, laughing in relief. "Selena fucking Gomez!" I jump up as she tackles me with hugs, happy that I found someone I knew, let alone the fact that it's my childhood best friend! "Demi! Oh my God, I've missed you so much!" Selena laughs, squeezing the air out of me in a ginormous hug. "How's the show going? How's your mom? How's Dallas and Madison? Oh my god, I miss Disney. How is it? Wait.. Why are you here? " She quizzes, throwing questions at me, faster than I can answer. "Well, uh, good. My mom's good. Dallas and Madison are good, and Disney is good too! And why am I here… Well. My mom thought it'd be good for me to have a scenario change, and I got the bright idea of coming back to public school." I laugh, shrugging, while taking in Selena's newfound beauty. She was always beautiful, but my god, looking at her now… Her hair thicker and longer than ever, still has the slight scent of Garnier shampoo that she used to use when we were younger. Her skin, still as smooth as ever; her lips, plump and shiny from gloss. And even her natural no-makeup face was gorgeous. "Demi, Earth to Demi?" Selena giggles. "You always zone out on me! God, what are you thinking about? Here, let me see your schedule!"

"Oh! Ah, okay!" I say, nervously fumbling around for my schedule, and then handing it to her. God. Why is she so beautiful. I can't help but zone out while with her.. Or just in her presence. I clear my throat, catching her off guard, and try to form a normal sentence. "Uh… So, classes? We got any together?" I say, with an awkward smile. Selena laughs, "Demi, you're just as awkward as ever! I missed you!" she squeezes my cheeks. "But yeah! We have… History together, and Chemistry. 2nd and 7th period! So I'll see you then? And oh! Sleepover at my place this weekend, I haven't seen you in forever!" She says, cheerfully, handing me my schedule, and giving me a quick hug before she walks off to join 2 of her other friends. I sigh, leaning against my locker. Oh, how I've missed her. Selena fucking Gomez, where have you been all this time?