It was pouring when they got outside. "How do you usually get home?" Selena asked Demi. "Do you drive?" she asked as they stood under the awning at the school's exit.

"No. I live a few blocks away, so I like to walk."

The young teacher nodded and pointed to a black Jetta. "That's my car. I'll run out and get it. No sense in both of us getting…" But before she could finish, the younger brunette took off running through the rain. Selena laughed and followed her student. When they were safely in the car, Selena placed the key in the ignition and looked at Demi who was dripping wet. Her hair was soaked and stuck to her face, while her brown eyes danced mischievously and she grinned. Selena noticed the spray of freckles on the girl's nose. She was breathtaking.

Selena felt sparks fly as their eyes met. She had felt them earlier when the younger girl had covered her hand in the office. The connection between the two was very strong, she felt completely open with her. Demi was no longer a student, but a friend. Suddenly her friend began to laugh. A wonderful musical laugh that was contagious and for the time being Selena forgot all about Justin's betrayal. The two sat in the car and just laughed as the rain fell around them.

They parked outside of Selena's apartment complex and ran to the Chili's a block away. "Is this okay?" asked Selena as they entered the chain restaurant. "I really needed a drink and they wouldn't let you into a bar," she explained.

Demi just smiled and nodded. "This is perfect."

As soon as they were seated Selena ordered a strawberry margarita, but felt a bit embarrassed about drinking in front of her student. Demi just smiled and said, "I'll have the same."

Selena figured that she should stop her under-aged student from drinking, but Demi was being so supportive. She decided that right now they were two friends out for drinks and plus it wasn't her fault that the waiter wasn't checking id's. When the drinks came Demi's eyes went wide. "These are huge!" she exclaimed. Selena smiled in amusement and took a sip.

They ordered a plate of buffalo wings to eat, while they drank their margaritas, Demi who was a light weight began to feel the side effects. She was no stranger to alcohol, but it was a little weird to drink with her teacher. She enjoyed her drink and smiled at her English teacher.

"I don't know what you saw in Mr. Raccoon." The alcohol was causing her to speak her mind and she felt that Selena needed to hear what she thought.

Selena looked down into her drink. "He was handsome and confident," she shrugged as she took another sip.

"I get that, but Ms. Russo you can do so much better," said Demi as she reached over and took Selena's hand.

Selena blushed and looked at her student. "Thanks, Demi. That's flattering, but…"

"No buts," said the brunette looking into the older woman's eyes. "You have beautiful, luscious hair. The most wonderful brown eyes. A complexion that I would kill for…"

"I like your freckles," blurted the teacher. The look of shock on her face made it obvious that Ms. Russo had not meant to say that out loud. She blushed deeper and looked away before fixing her eyes on Demi's. "They are very cute."

Demi laughed at the older woman's discomfort. "Thanks, but we're not talking about me." She had many boys tell her that she was beautiful in the past, but none of them had stirred the feelings that she felt as she heard it from her teacher. She realized that she was still holding her teacher's hand, but made no move to remove it. "How could Ellen DeGeneres' younger sister pick that curly haired country hick over you? Your legs are so long and shapely, not to mention your breasts-"

"Demi!" Ms. Russo interrupted, looking around, worried that someone may have heard.

"What?" she asked, matter-of-factly. "It's true! You have an amazing rack! I've heard the boys talking about them. You must have, too."

The brunette was shaking her head. "No, no... I don't think so. Look, we... you're my... it's not right to be talking about..." she sputtered. Demi laughed aloud, sipping at her drink.

"Come on you mean to tell me you haven't noticed that you are sexy as hell." Demi's left hand joined her right, delicately cupping her teacher's hand. "You are a very attractive young woman. You could get any guy or girl you wanted."

Her teacher's eyes shifted quickly to Demi's hands, which we softly caressing her skin, then back at Demi. She was now looking a bit uncomfortable and she jumped when the waiter returned.

"Anything I can get you ladies?" he asked and Demi casually withdrew her hands. "I think we're good," she said, then looked back at Ms. Russo for confirmation. She nodded and the young man left. Demi turned back to the teacher, who was looking embarrassed. She was so adorable that Demi couldn't help it. She began to laugh, and after a moment, Ms. Russo laughed along with her.

"Well... I guess I'm just not... that kind of girl," she explained, getting back to their discussion. "I mean, I've never had a one night stand or anything." She looked around, then leaned in and confessed, "In fact, Justin was my third."

Now it was Demi's turn to be shocked. "No way!" she said. She, herself, had slept with five guys and fooled around with a handful of others. And she knew that, despite that, she wasn't the senior slut. That honor went to Miley Stewart. In fact, Demi's record didn't even give her the Honorable Mention. To think that this gorgeous woman had only been with three guys was freaking unbelievable. "I... I can't believe that, yet I know that you wouldn't lie... When did you lose your virginity?" Now she knew that the alcohol had given her strength for that question and her heart began to immediately pound when the words left her mouth. Talking about this sort of stuff with her friends was one thing. But, she reminded herself, Ms. Russo was her teacher. Yet it seemed like the older brunette was getting more comfortable with her newly intimate friendship. "In college."

Demi motioned for her to go on, she had never thought about her teacher as a real person and now she needed to get to know her so much that it hurt."The whole college scene was new to me. I hadn't even had a beer before then. I met a guy named Nick at a frat party…" she finished up her margarita. "God Demi, I am feeling very buzzed!"

Demi nodded momentarily getting lost in her teachers deep brown eyes. "I know me too," she said and giggled.

"Do you want to..." and then she stopped as she felt herself blush.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to get out of here. I have some wine at my apartment. We could keep talking there. It'll be more... private." Again, she blushed and Demi's heart shifted up a gear. She was suddenly nervous. Like she was on a first date with a boy she'd had a crush on for so long. Only, this was... another woman. She shook her head, feeling the burn in her cheeks and signaled for the waiter.