hello, i really hate this chapter... uhhh it's just lots of dialogue and filler so i feel like it's super lame to read
++++ this is a shoutout... bc RockLovert is really cool & they were a supported of my other story too! they just deserve a good round of applause
it really cool to see that my story is being read in different languages and countries/continents across the world! it makes me a bit proud :^) thank you tons for the support though! it means a lot
anyways, here you go... & sorry in advance for the angst
also, Merry Christmas! [cuz that's when this'll be posted!]
The car rattled on the road back to the house, and Selena was fiddling with her hands on the steering wheel. Demi had been a bit irritable, it seemed, maybe instead of telling her, she would just take her home, make her some light tea—
"So, what did you wanna tell me?" The girl asked from the passenger's seat.
Shit. Out the window went that idea.
"So, when Taylor pulled me out of the hallway to talk to me," Demi nodded, eyes watching the girl's fingers tap nervously against the wheel.
"Well, she uh…" Demi encouraged her some more, but Selena's neck was sweating.
Demi took a drink of her water, eyebrows raised and waiting for her continuation.
"She said she liked me… as more than a friend."
Water. Water everywhere. She spat everywhere, on the seats of her minivan to her favorite skirt; the rearview mirror, the dashboard, her own shoes… and Selena screeched in surprise, responsively. Her hand let go of the wheel mid-turn and it rotated oppositely, halting the turn and instead rearing the tires.
"Holy shit Selena!" Demi cried out, bracing two arms above her head reflexively.
Taylor was no longer in their minds, only the honking of surprised car horns behind them, screeching rubber tires struggling to avoid the curbed car.
"Why the fuck did you spit everywhere?!"
"I was surprised!"
"That's not—that shouldn't be how surprised people act!" Selena insisted, ignoring the angry beeps from behind her still gas-guzzling car.
"Selena, drive! I'm sorry for spitting but I swear someone's gonna call the police if we sit here any longer!"
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god." Selena tried to touch her steering wheel, but it was dotted with remains of water from Demi's spit-take.
"Don't act like you're so disgusted! You kiss me all the time!" Demi was offended just a bit; was it so horrible to touch the spit of your girlfriend? Half, no, most was water!
"I don't touch the spit in your mouth though!" Selena protested, and Demi chewed on her lip angrily, still remembering the honking and swerving of unsuspecting vehicles as they noticed their car rooted off of the road.
"Fine." with that, Demi rolled over the girl's thighs and onto her lap, causing Selena to grunt in shock.
"What…"
"I'm not going to let you mess up traffic cause of some water."
"It is spit! It's fucking spit and you know it!" Selena shouted, losing her temper. But God, was it hard, with the girl she loved on top of her, thighs swallowing hers and arched back just brushing against her breasts.
God dammit. Her abdomen was swelling with butterflies and her legs felt like they were fucking burning. And usually, even in her conscious, Selena tried to keep her thoughts purely PG, but she couldn't help it. The skin near her eyes tingled and shook, twitching over one of her eyes that she was sure had went blind from foggy haze. A pulsing, throbbing feeling rocked her entire body, making her nauseous but also uncomfortable. God dammit. Her period was already making her hormonal enough; and the fact that Demi really wanted to wait to do specific things until the time was right… Selena didn't really know how that would go anyways, but it was better than this, right?
Or did Selena secretly want this? Agh!
"Demi, sweetheart," Selena began, like she could pass out. "It's okay. I can do it…"
The car was already on the road, the wheels bouncing and Demi sometimes struggled to reach the gas or brakes. You know what that meant? That she would have to curl down onto Selena's leg, stretch her foot, dig her inner thighs into Selena's, until she could finally reach the thingy.
Selena was really starting to hate the car ride home. Demi grunted as she scurried down to hit the breaks, pressing her palm angrily against the steering wheel to anchor herself as she did so. Usually, at this point, Selena would've gotten up and moved to Demi's old seat—but she was utterly paralyzed. Her throat was raspy, dry, and shut tight.
"Dollface, pumpkin, sugar, darling," Selena pushed out all of her cute pet names that she had in her, the last one really hurt, "Please let me drive."
Not only was Selena concerned for other drivers' safeties, she was worried for her own sexual safety. God, another moment of Demi's thighs against her and she would've—you know what? Not a good idea to think about it when it's pretty much happening.
Demi snorted and agreed compliantly, slinking off of her girlfriend's lap.
Air! Sweet air! Selena thought to herself happily, though she now felt unwelcomingly cold. Ah, man.
The girl gripped the almost-dry steering wheel without hesitation, much rather having this than arousal on a wet, leather car seat below her. Even still, her brain was mad at Demi—why did she pull that stunt? To prove a point? Sure, Selena loved her girlfriend with all of her stupid little heart, but had a police car driven by at any point, Selena would probably get a ticket. Demi only had a learner's permit, and it was probably expired by now.
Selena slammed everything when they got home. She slammed the car door, she slammed her key-card into the slot, she slammed her feet on the floor and then slammed the door shut.
"What the hell's up?" Demi asked, in shock at her actions. What was with all the slamming?
Selena only glared at her, fists clenched, before turning around and facing her. Demi lifted her hands up in defense, letting the girl sizzle down just abit.
"Okay. Okay, fine. Sorry," it was sarcastic, but Demi continued, "Well… About Taylor—"
Selena stopped her with an angry brow, like steam was boiling out of her nostrils and spilling onto the floor below her. Demi stepped back defensively, holding her hands out once again in a protective stance.
"Okay. Jesus," Demi reached over and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What's wrong?"
"You!" She snapped before she knew what she was doing. Demi squinted long and hard against the girl's facial structure, and it wasn't long before Selena sighed once again.
"No, I'm sorry. Nothing's wrong with you, I—"
Demi paused her with one hand up and the other limply hanging by her side. The once-bullied girl whipped around in a quick action, and Selena could feel that she was crying, or close to it. Oh boy. Even in her angriest moments, the black-haired girl didn't want her girlfriend to cry, nor did she want to start needless drama.
"I'm gonna go out… for some of the things… on our," she cringed at the word, "shopping list."
Selena grabbed her arm defensively, but Demi yanked it back from the grip. The black-haired girl didn't think she'd ever seen her girlfriend so hurt—well, except…
"Mmmph!" a voice cried, but nobody was listening.
"Shut it."
"Mmmph! Mmmh! Hmmh! Mh—"
The voice was abruptly stopped by tight hands around her neck. The voice came from a person with a bandanna tied tightly around her cheekbones and her feet and wrists bound to the hangers of the locker. It's Demi, and her tormentor is Selena; like it'd be anyone else. Selena's hands were wrapped around her neck tightly, causing the girl's skin to go to a deep blueberry purple the tighter she gripped.
Selena let go, and Demi cried out into her gag, head rolling up.
"Teach you to shut the hell up?" Selena asked, cracking her knuckles as a warning.
There were no muffles. Just a soft sob and then silence, and Selena knew it was a comply to her terms. Selena stretched her back with a snort, glaring at the girl. It was after school. The sun had set, and the school was completely void of anyone else but them.
"So, you probably know why you're here."
No response.
Selena's foot met with the bottom of the locker, and the tied girl shot up in shock, eyes glimmering with pain and fear. Selena smirked. Finally, long-awaited power.
"Nod or shake your head. Do not ignore me," Selena practically hissed, rolling her tongue in exaggeration.
Demi nodded obediently, like a scolded puppy. Except she wasn't exactly a puppy—she was a rat and it was all Selena would see her as. A dirty, little rat with crumbs in her hair and deserving of gashes or cuts. A rat that deserved to be trapped with poisoned leftovers and cheese-baited traps; a rat that deserved to have its neck snapped in seven different places.
"Now, I heard you're being pretty sleazy with my boyfriend. Is that right?"
Demi shook her head wildly, and Selena immediately swooped back, her hand slamming against the back of the locker, right next to Demi's perked head. Now, the bully's fingers with spread against the withered paint on the back locker, fingernails cutting against the metal. Their noses were only slightly brushing now, but it felt more like fire to Demi. For some reason, her anger was doubled today. The bully snarled, "Oh yeah, another rule… Don't fucking lie to me."
Demi's eyes contracted, but there seemed to a little bit of anger in her eyes. Selena didn't pay attention to it, instead leaning back a tiny bit. Selena looped a finger around a chunk of the girl's cascading hair, splitting the strand into pieces with her thumb. In all the same second, Selena's thumb retracted from the line of hair and instead yanked it down, causing Demi's head to jerk in the direction of the pull. There was a sharp cry of pain, but it was thoroughly ignored.
"Stay away from my boyfriend, slut."
Demi shivered and brought her eyes up, full of hurt and pain. Slowly, she brought her head back down, not daring to stare Selena in those wide, brown eyes that held all of the power. Briskly, she nodded. it was only one nod. She wasn't pushing it, she wasn't being overly obedient—but she sure as hell was hateful.
There was just as much hate in her eyes were sadness, droplets of sad looks and depressive lip quivers that were hidden behind her gag.
Selena cowed out in terror at the memory, it hurt her so much to think of all of the things she'd done to the girl. How much she thought of her as a measly voodoo doll that could be punched and stabbed, slapped and pricked with needles. Her hands rushed to her face and she wished dearly that she could turn back time and stop herself from doing it.
Why was she so stupid? Why couldn't she just be nicer to Demi? It was like she was a hurting machine, destined to hurt Demi over and over again. Selena thought that once they dated, Demi's day-to-day misery would end, but it looked like the popular girl just kept continuing it. She wished it would change.
hello! a bit shorter than I wanted this time, but yeah! also, i know they're fighting a lot but i swear it'll get better :^)
+ next update is coming a bit sooner than next tuesday, just cuz