Here's the second chapter! I modeled Selena's school after my own. So she has two 90 minute classes and then an hour lunch which is divided in half and then two more 90 minute classes. Read and review, please! Thanks!

I stuffed the papers that Ms. Duncan gave me into my purse when Tiffany, Miley, Emily, and Demi walked into the room. Tiffany, Miley, and Emily gave Demi a dirty look as she placed her book bag on her desk and quickly left the room. I felt bad for her, Tiffany was being a bitch… Again.

"Hey girlie," Tiffany said.

"Hi…" I replied back hesitantly.

"So, what did you get in guidance?"

"I," I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks as I thought of a lie, "I was checking my GPA and class rank. I didn't want you guys around in case it was bad." I felt the blood that had blooded from underneath my cheeks return to its normal position.

Miley and Emily set their book bags on either side of my seat. "So, why did you give Demi a dirty look?" I asked Tiffany.

"Selena, she's a lesbian-" Tiffany hissed.

And your best friend may be too. "And you can't be nice why?" I interrupted.

"Because she's a lesbian and it's disgusting." Tiffany snapped back at me.

"It doesn't give you the right to-" The bell thankfully interrupted me. Otherwise, I may have spilt my secret. Tiffany flung her blonde hair over her shoulder and left the room.

"Thank god," I muttered to myself.

"Thank god what?" Miley asked.

"Oh, um, nothing Miles. It's nothing."

"Oh, ok!" Miley said and then took her seat. Demi entered the room and I flashed a quick smile back. She smiled back and then sat in her seat. She was a nice girl, I didn't understand why everyone hated her just because she might be attracted to girls. After all, everyone found out she was a lesbian from a rumor. And who knows what the rumor really started as.

After class, Miley, Emily, and I headed toward our next class. I was still pretty pissed at Tiffany. I had every right to be. She was basically insulting me and she had no idea. As we entered the classroom, Tiffany came up to me.

"Hey, wanna go off campus for lunch?" She asked us.

"Taco Bell!" Emily exclaimed.

"Totally," Miley said.

"Selena?" Tiffany asked me.

"Um, not today. I have something to do during the first half of lunch." I replied. What I wanted to say was not with a homophobe like you. But I chickened out.

"Alright," Tiffany replied, "I guess me, Miley, and Emily will go to Taco Bell. I'll bring you back a taco."

"Thanks," I whispered as I slid into my seat.

The LBGTQ meeting was today during first lunch. My plan was to spend the first lunch in the library and just read my book and then at the end of first lunch slip into the classroom and see who is at the meeting. The teacher sponsor was my English teacher, I could act like I needed help on my essay. Well, it wouldn't be acting, because I did need help on my essay.

The bell for lunch rang. Tiffany, Miley, and Emily turned right; Demi turned left toward Ms. Shaw's, my English teacher, room. I headed straight toward the library which was across from the guidance office. As I walked toward the library, Ms. Duncan was standing outside the guidance office posting a poster about college scholarships. She had tape all up and down her arms and a piece in her hair.

"Selena!" She cried when she saw me.

"Hi Ms. Duncan."

"Are you going to the meeting then?" She whispered to me.

"Um, actually I'm kinda afraid to. I don't want people to know that I might be… a lesbian." I whispered back.

"If you want, I could call Ms. Shaw and have her email me what they did in the meeting and who's in it. Maybe it'll help you go next week if you wanted to."

"Yea, I'd like that. Thanks Ms. Duncan."

"No problem, I'll email her right now and she'll probably reply by the end of the day. I'll have the office call you to my office at the end of the day and I can give you the email." The piece of tape in her hair floated to the floor. "Oh, not again," she muttered.

"Thanks again."

"No problem. Come see me anytime."

I waved goodbye and walked into the library and sat at a table where nobody was sitting and pulled out my book. Maybe, just maybe, next Monday I'll go to a meeting.

It was getting close to the end of the day. I was sitting in my last class, math, waiting for the end of the day announcements to come on. One more minute. The only thing I hated about digital clocks was that they didn't show the seconds. And I was at the point that I was counting down the seconds for the announcements. Once the announcements went off, there was only five minutes left of school and hopefully I could get the meeting info. Maybe I shouldn't have chickened out of the meeting.

And then came the ping of the PA system. It sounded like an angel singing. Well, at least to me anyway.

"We need the following students to the main office: Emily Osment, Tiffany Thorton, Miley Cyrus, and Demi Lovato. To guidance we need David George and Selena Gomez. Thank you and have a fabulous rest of the day everyone," our vice principle said.

I walked out of my math class and headed toward guidance. I walked into the guidance office and Ms. Duncan pulled me into her office. She shut the door and handed me two pieces of paper. The email from Ms. Shaw.

"I figured you wanted me to give this to you in private. You've made it pretty clear you don't want this around school right now."

"Yea, I don't. Thank you."

"Anytime. Selena, do you mind seeing me next week? I wanna talk about this a bit more."

"Sure…" I replied hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I do this all the time. I won't repeat anything unless you ask me to. So, first lunch Tuesday?"

"Yea, I'll see you then. Bye." I walked out of her office and headed toward my locker. I was so not going back to math class. I grabbed my homework and placed the email inside my chemistry textbook. I headed toward the parking lot when the end of the day bell rang.

I pulled intot the garage and grabbed my homework off the passenger seat and headed inside. I walked into the room we didn't really have a name for but it's where the fireplace was and where my mom liked to read and write her novels.

"Hey mom."

My mom looked up from her book and slid a bookmark into the book and then closed it. "Hi selena. How was school today?"

"It was-" Good? Alright? Insightful? Helpful? "It was good. Just like everyday."

"That's good. Brain's working late tonight so do you wanna rent a movie and order Chinese?"

"That sounds great. Order me what I always get. I better get started on my homework then." I started to head up the stairs toward my bedroom when my mom called my name. "Yea?" My voice cracked. What if Ms. Duncan had called my mom and told her why I was in her office today.

"Wanna rent Seabiscuit?"

A wave of relief swept over me. "Sure," I headed upstairs and went into my room. My room was painted lavender and had black iron wrought furniture with a cream bedspread. I grabbed a pen and turned on my stereo. It started playing Katy Perry. I grabbed my homework and started it on my bed. When I had finally finished, it was six. And I had started at four thirty. Chemistry homework always took forever.

There was a knock on my door and my mom walked in. "The Chinese is downstairs," she said.

"Thanks, I'll be doen in a minute."

My mom shut the door. I grabbed the email and read it. Ms. Shaw had said they talked about bullying today. I looked at the list of the members. None of the names surprised me. But the last of the list was Demi Lovato. There was no way I could focus tonight on the movie.