Selena Gomez is the beautiful, popular girl everyone wants to be until they discover she's really a lesbian. This is Selena's journey through self discovery and love.

This entire story will be from Selena's POV.

This is partly based on my life. It's been suckish lately to be me, so I'm venting through my fanfic. Please review! Thanks!

Selena's POV:

I was texting my three best friends in the entire world-Miss Miley Cyrus, Miss Emily Osment, and Miss Tiffany Thorton. We're all up and coming actresses. We're all 17 and we're always together. We're considered the coolest girls at school just because we just casted in a made for TV movie through Disney.

I finished texting them and finished getting ready for school. I grabbed my purse and headed to the garage. I got into my blue Porsche and drove to school. I pulled into a parking space in the student parking lot and walked into school by the gym entrance. My three best friends were sitting on the cool bench. The cool bench was the counter of the concession stand used during basketball games.

"Hey Selena!" Miley cried.

"Hey guys," I replied.

"Ready to go to your locker?" Emily asked.

"Yup, let's go." We walked down the hallway toward my locker. Everyone was looking at us as we walked down the hallway. I loved all the attention. I knew everyone wanted to be me, but I wanted to be someone else. Anybody else. Even if they were a homeless druggie on the street.

Demi Lovato, a loner, walked by us. Rumors went around last year that she's a lesbian, but I'm not sure if she is or not. All I know is she is beautiful. As she walked by I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Her hair was amazing. Her body looked amazing. Her boobs bounced slightly when she walked and her ass was nice and-

"SELENA!" Tiffany cried as she snapped her fingers in front of my face.

"Sorry, I was thinking..."

"About?" Miley questioned.

"Stuff." There was no way I could let them know what I was truly feeling. I know Tiffany is like a die hard Christian and is antihomosexuality. Miley and Emily might be ok with it, but they have a follower personality and Tiffany could easily multiuplate them. There's a reason why I'm the 'leader' of our group. Someone has to keep Tiffany in line.

"I need to do my homework, so I'm gonna go to the library and do it." I grabbed my books from my locker for my first class.

"Then where do we go?" Miley asked neverously.

"We can go to my first class and hang out. My French teacher doesn't care what we do." Tiffany said.

"Ok... I guess we'll go with Tiffany. Bye Selena," Emily said hesitantly. She and Miley followed after Tiffany like a puppy follows its mother.

I shut my locker and headed toward the guidance office. I had lied to my friends about where I was really going. But they couldn't know what I truly needed to know.

I stepped into the guidance office and slipped into Ms. Sunday's office and closed the door.

"Good Morning, what do you need help with?" She asked pleasantly. She was always in a good mood and smells like a mixture of coffee and roses. But it was a good smell.

"I wanted some info on something."

"On what?"

"Um..."

"It's ok," she reassured me, "Whatever you tell me, I can't repeat unless I think you might hurt yourself or others."

"Well, I promise you I'm not suicidal or homicidal or any other kind of -cidal, I was wondering about... Sexual orientation." I whispered.

"Well, what do you wanna know?" She asked.

I gave her a blank stare and she quickly responses with, "Are you doing a school project on it or are you or a friend questioning?"

"The second one," I replied. I know I came in here for some help, but I began feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"Sit down, Selena." She grabbed something from a drawer in her desk. I sat down. She sat her chair across from me, "So are you questioning your sexuality?" She asked curiously.

"Yea," I admitted shamefully.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with that. Being a teenager is tough and it causes a lot of people to experience things they never felt before. And feelings, sexual feelings, are a big thing."

"I just wanna know how do you know if you're like a lesbian or not."

"Well, it's different for everybody. If you want I can give you some websites you can visit, they may be more helpful than me. We also have a LBGTQ club here; I'll give you info on their meeting schedule."

"LBGTQ?" I asked. I had never heard those letters together before. Was it like a lesbian disease or something?

"Lesbian, bisexual, gay, transgendered, and questioning. I know alot of people find it helpful and full of support." she handed me the papers. I headed toward the door.

"Selena?"

"Yea," I replied.

"If you ever need to talk to someone, my office is always open," she offered.

"Thanks, Ms. Duncan. I might take you up on that offer one day." I opened the door and walked out of her office. I rushed to my first class so that way no one could see what I held in my hands.