Enemies Ch. 3

Disclaimer: As always, the only thing I own is the idea.

Rating: T

Author's Note: I love you guys. Really I do. You make my daaaaay. I only hope I can live up to your expectations. Here goes, woo! Also, fourth chapter is halfway written, so yay. Well if you like this chapter. If you don't then I'll have to scrap the next one and try a different tactic. Lemme know what you think of it! And YES I said Radish.

Author's Note 2: no its not going to be an emo/cutting fic. Her dad's just a jerk basically and has his issues but I promise its not THAT bad. Selena just doesn't wanna deal with his jerk moods is what I was trying to convey I guess.

I made my way back to school grounds being very careful to avoid any teachers. The last things I needed was a suspension. Then I'd be stuck at home with him for God knows how long. Don't get me wrong, dad wasn't abusive or anything, but since I'd come out he completely ignored me. Its like I wasn't even there. Even though he didn't ever say anything to me, I really didn't want to test that with a phone call from the school.

I thought I was home free as I rounded the corner of the building to the schools courtyard but when a big black hand landed on my shoulder I quickly realized that no, no I was not. I cringed turned to see Mr. Ricky, our school's one security guard, glaring down his nose at me.

Busted.

The principal's office was, I am proud to day, not a place I am familiar with. While my grades were less than average, my behavior was always outstanding. Well.. up until now at any rate. My lack of prior offenses was the only thing preventing me from being sent home. That and the fact that I looked as though I was about to start sobbing at any second. Instead I received In School Isolation for three days. Since it wasn't an actual suspension, the school wouldn't call my dad, so for now I was in the clear.

ISI turned out to be not all that bad. I kind of saw what all the repeat offenders saw in it. As long as you were quite and well behaved, Mrs. James didn't really care what you did. That meant that once you'd finished your class work for the day, you could play video games (with the sound off of course), read a book or play on the computer. Since I didn't know anyone I was very quite. Therefore, I was Mrs. James favorite.

The second day went smoothly and much the same as the first. My last day however, was quite a surprise. It was eight fifteen and I was buried nose deep into my book when the door opened. I didn't pay any attention seeing as it didn't directly pertain to me so I didn't feel it was necessary to worry myself. I was so tuned out that when Mrs. James said, "Miss Munroe, you're late," my brain didn't register. It wasn't until I heard her voice that I snapped out of it.

"Wow, Sel, skipping school, getting ISI.. Guess I'm rubbing off on you."

My head snapped around so fast I feared I would have whiplash. "Demi?!" I practically screeched, earning a glare from Mrs. James. Shooting the woman an apologetic look I returned my attention to the girl who was now standing next to my desk.

She smirked. "Excited to see me, huh?"

Her constant shit-eating grin as grating on my nerves. My surprise quickly wore off and I rolled my eyes. I had seen Demi's softer side and I wasn't scared of her anymore.

"Please, I just wasn't expecting to see you here." I whispered. "I don't know why though, you're always getting in trouble."

Demi chuckled and nodded. "True. I just got my third detention this week and three detentions equals one day in ISI so here I am. So Miss Goody-two-shoes, what'd you do?"

Briefly I contemplated simply ignoring her and going back to my book but I knew that would be rude. She told me her story, so it was only fair I related mine. "I got caught sneaking back on campus two days ago. Its my first time so they put me here."

Demi nodded in understanding. She probably did too, since she was rarely in class except to receive another suspension.

For ISI the desks were oddly close together. The whole point of ISI was to be 'isolated' from other students so as not to distract them or encourage them to behave as you did. Mrs. James didn't seem to care however, when Demi sat down, so I left it at that.

Minutes passed and once again I was so absorbed in my book that I didn't notice Demi's hand inching towards my leg. She moved so slowly it was almost imperceptible, but the second her fingertips touched my thigh, I definitely noticed. Freezing up, it took everything I had in my not to shriek in surprise. Okay, there was such a thing as a personal bubble and right then, Demi was invading mine. By now everyone else in ISI had settled back down to their work, so I didn't want to attract any attention. Still… her hand was on my thigh!

I tried discreetly to move my leg further away but Demi remained persistent. Several more attempts and I was practically facing sideways in my desk to get away from her hand. Even this wasn't working. I was trying to move my desk away when I felt her hand squeeze me. I blushed so hard my face was comparable to a radish. God this girl didn't give up did she?

I resigned myself to the fact that her hand was going to remain on my leg until she got bored of it, whether I liked it or not. Instead of reacting anymore to this, I simply sat there and continued my reading.

A few moments later Demi's hand moved.. closer.. closer.. Shit! I tried not to yelp, but really?! THAT was off-limits. Not allowed, ma'am, not allowed! Frantically I shot my hand into the air.

"Mrs. James, can I go to the bathroom?"

As soon as I said it, I regretted it. About six other students exclaimed that they too needed to use the restroom. Guess it was going to be a class trip.

We had to walk in a close group so Mrs. James could keep an eye on us, but I did my absolute best to stay as far ahead as was possible without getting yelled at. Fortunately it was a short distance from our class room, so it wasn't too terribly hard to pull off.

Once in the bathroom I ran cold water from the faucet over my face and neck in an effort to cool down. I felt like Demi's hand was still on my thigh even though she wasn't… wait. Where was Demi? There were like six other kids who wanted to go to the bathroom, where were they now? … I bet Demi was somehow behind this.

Speak of the devil and so she appears. Rounding the corner Demi sauntered in. I knew something was going to happen by the look in her eyes. Almost predatory. She was the cat and I the helpless little mouse she liked to play with. Only 'play' had a different meaning to her than to me. To me, 'play' meant punish, getting beat up, pushed, getting called names. Basically whatever mean thing she felt like doing to me at that moment. With Demi, I never knew what was going to happen. My best bet was to pay it cool until I knew what she had in mind.

"H-hey Demi. Isn't it retarded we only get two bathroom breaks in ISI?" I chuckled weakly. "What if one of us had a lot to drink, you know?"

My laughter died in my throat as she advanced on me. Demi wasn't smiling. I slowly retreated a few step until my back hit the wall. Cornered. Sometimes I wondered how I kept getting myself into these situations.

Demi continued to near me until we were face to face, less than a foot apart. "Why did you run away from me?" she asked.

I wasn't quite sure how to answer this. Her tone gave nothing away and I was afraid of answering it wrong.

My eyes flickered to the door and I questioned whether I could make it in time. Demi noticed this and placed her arms on either side of me, effectively blocking my escape. I knew I had to look afraid and Demi saw because she gave me an encouraging look as if to tell me I could speak freely and she wouldn't beat me up. Well I hope that's what she was saying at any rate.

I took a deep breath. "Look Demi. I don't know what this," I gestured between us. "is, or what we are, but you can't just touch me like that. It was inappropriate a-and I didn't give you my permission."

I grimaced at my stuttering. Way to sound assertive. I tried to come back strong. "I barely know you and I don't feel comfortable with all of that. So please don't do that again."

Demi appeared to be considering this before she spoke. "Not that I really need your permission or anything, but I guess if it makes you feel better I could tone it down a bit." She gave me a lecherous grin. "And since you said 'please'.. well, make a note of it I like when you beg."

I flushed bright red at her words and felt warm wetness pooling between my thighs. Seriously did I have a sub thing going on that I wasn't aware of? Apparently, yes I did, if the throbbing I felt was anything to go by. Was she serious though? Oh whatever, I'd take it because I would either accept the deal or get molested every five seconds. I preferred the former.

"Fine. Now can we please get back to the group before they send a search party for us?"

"Sure babe. And don't forget: Saturday!" She quickly pecked me on the cheek before going to rejoin the rest of our classmates.

I sighed to myself. Demi had won again as usual. Somehow that girl tricked me into giving her what she wanted using the pretense of giving me what I wanted. Demi was so cunningly twisted, and for some strange reason I found that totally hot. Yes, I'm aware of what that says about me, thank you.

Anyways, I was kind of afraid of anything else Demi might try but I needn't have worried. For the remaining time period she was in ISI Demi was relatively well behaved. Key word there: Relatively. A few hand brushed here and there, "accidentally" bumping into my every chance she got and frequently occupying my personal bubble was making me quite nervous. Not to mention the warm and fuzzy feelings all this attention inspired.

Every once in a while I would just glance at her. Demi was right to be arrogant, she was hot. Unfortunately more often then not she would catch my gaze as I stared making me blush with embarrassment. All the while she just smirked knowingly at me. Did this girl ever do anything but smirk? It seemed like her face held three expressions: Smirk, grin, and glower. Out of the three I liked the first and second most. At least with those I knew I wasn't about to get my ass handed to me.

And the way she looked at me, like she knew exactly what I was thinking and feeling, just made me more embarrassed. Demi played me like a piano. She seemed to know each key to press and when to press it. Everything we were doing was like her own personal song for me. The question I asked myself was: Would it be a happy one? Or tragic?

Authors Note 3: hey guys let me know if it seems to be drifting or something. I get so scatter-brained sometimes I forget where I was going with a story (especially when I take breaks in between writing) so please remind me to keep on it. Please read and review. Love it or hate it, but let me know what you liked or disliked about it please. It helps me to improve. K thanks. -Kitty