A/N: I got a lot of comments saying they couldn't understand my writing. I didn't do my best work and I'm sorry. I didn't get offended by it, it was just constructive criticism. Also sorry for taking so long to update. I blame it on my friends dragging me to unknown locations without my consent.

I gritted my teeth at the expletive and gave a death stare directed towards Mandy Jiroux, the source. She just winked and turned around to talk to her friend.

Mandy Jiroux was Miley's ex-girlfriend. They broke up because she would always cheat on Miley and lie about it. Miley said they broke up because Mandy had Chlamydia but I know that was just a cover-up. Mandy absolutely hates me because Miley has the hots for me. But well, doesn't everybody?

I gave the hall pass to Mrs. Swalls and slid into my assigned seat next to Nick. He smiled at me as I dropped my bag down beside the desk and I smiled back, but I'm sure it was more of a grimace.

Mrs. Swalls cleared her throat and I turned around in my seat, directing my attention towards her.

"Miss Lovato, this is a hall pass. You need a tardy pass. Unless you were here… I don't remember…" Mrs. Swalls announced with her hands on her hips. Oh shit he gave me a hall pass… that bitch wants me to be late…

"Ummm…. No, I was here Miss, I swear. You told me I could go to the bathroom… the one in the 900 building was closed so I went to the one in the 400 building. Ask Miss Swift, she helped me because I fell." I easily lied.

I was twiddling my thumbs nervously across the smooth wood of the desk, never will I be used to lying. Let's just say when I lie… bad things start to happen.

"Hmmm… let me just call her to make sure." She picked up the phone and pressed 413, Miss Swift's room number. The class was silently reading an art textbook except for Nick who was trying to get my attention, tapping my shoulder going and going "psst, psssssst".

"What?" I snapped, turning around. My angry mood didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"Hi."

"Hi? I come in here looking like I just ran a fucking marathon and all you can say is hi? What about how are you feeling today or, what happened? But no, I get a fucking hi… well fuck you too curly." I huffed. I was not in the mood to deal with any shit today. I feel like I'm on my period… but I'm not.

He put his hands up in surrender and sunk back into his seat. "Whoa, what crawled up your ass and died?"

"Your brother." I growled, staring him in the eye. Curse the Jonas'. Curse them all. Except for Winston. He's cool.

"Aw man, I tried to talk him out of it." Nick sighed and shook his head as he flipped carelessly through the text.

"Talk him out of what?" I wondered. He sighed and ran a hand through his curls, licking a finger on his other hand and turning the page. Ew. I hate when people do that, it's so unsanitary. Who wants to use a book after its been covered in your saliva? Unless you're a stalker…. then yes, I would see why you would want that.

"Ok, Miss Lovato. Miss Swift has confirmed what you told me. She also says to come by her room anytime if you need anything else." Mrs. Swalls said.

How many times is this bitch going to tell me to come to her room? I swear she's just like Justin Bieber… 'Imma tell you one time… Imma tell you one time… Imma tell you one time…' Well, you just told me three times, learn how to count.

"Ok, tell her I said that I love her." I said sarcastically. Everyone in the class laughed except for Mandy. I could see her from the corner of my eye; she was rolling her eyes and probably doing other bitchy things.

"She says she loves you too." Oh wow, I was just kidding, but okay.

I rolled my eyes at how immature my classmates were. Currently, they were probably making up rumors about how I'm banging Miss Swift. Let them think what they wanna think.

I turned around in my seat and Nick was already staring at me. Creep ass.

"So… what did you talk him out of?" I whispered, leaning closer.

"Proposing to you… I told him not to, but I guess he did it anyway… I should've tried harder. I'm sorry." Nick's eyebrows furrowed and he gave me a sad look.

Propose? Propose? Holy fucking shit… I'm going to curb stomp Lilly when I see her.

I nodded stiffly at Nick's heartfelt apology and turned around in my seat, drawing sloppy scribbles on a piece of notebook paper for the rest of the period.

When the bell rang for second period, I went straight there. I didn't stop at my locker; no way in hell was I doing work on this shit of a day. Nor did I wait up for Nick as he burrowed through the crowd, calling after me. It was like that for the remainder of school. I would just lay my head down on my desk and listen to the teacher drone on, not taking anything in. Just…being.

A few of them asked if I needed to go to the nurse but I politely declined and lied yet again. 'I'm fine, I just have a bit of a headache.'

When the bell rang for lunch I locked myself into the bathroom and cried.

I cried for my loss of love, my realization that nothing will ever be the same, and just because it seemed like everything was falling apart.

I haven't looked at myself in the mirror, but inevitably I looked a mess. Mascara tracks painting my face, red eyes, and a runny nose. How cliché right?

Hearing the bathroom door give, I silently panicked. My heart was jumping like a jackrabbit and my palms started sweating. I ran out of toilet paper due to using it for my tears and my nose was running. I was still hyperventilating from crying and I had to put my hand over my mouth to keep quiet.

The person began walking agonizingly slowly towards the sinks; I don't think they know I'm here… if I could just sneak out…

As I removed my hand from covering my mouth and reached for the door hinge…..I sneezed. I wiped my nose on the underside of my white vest and almost fell back on top of the toilet seat, pulling my legs into my chest.

"Fuck." I whispered almost inaudibly to myself. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

The skink that was running abruptly stopped and I looked up at the ceiling, biting my lip. This is one of the many times I wish I was invisible. 'Please don't come over here, please don't come over here, please don't come over here' I chanted in my head.

The footsteps slowly bounced off the wall, coming to a stop right outside my stall. I closed my eyes and brought my legs tighter into my chest, thinking if I made myself small then maybe, just maybe I would disappear.

The hinge squeaked a little as the person leant against the door, listening. I bit my lip harder at the action. Please… just go away…

"Demi… is that you?" The kind, accented voice said through the cool metal. I sighed submissively and slid open the lock on the door, revealing a concerned Miss Swift. It was in best interest, I suppose, that I fell wordlessly into her arms and she patted my back lovingly as my tears fell.

"Aw sweetie, what's got you all worked up? You're too beautiful to cry…" Miss Swift whispered. At those words I burst into another round of tears, clutching the woman tighter. Miss Swift kept quiet after that, except for her whispers of 'shhh' and 'its okay' as she gently rocked me back and forth.

"Tell me what's the matter, honey." Miss Swift nodded her head at me in encouragement.

Taking a deep breath I confessed. "Joe broke up with me."

Anger flashed in her nonjudgmental eyes and I was slightly taken aback. "Did he cheat on you? I'm always hearing girls talk about their late night adventures with the 'Jonai'." She asked calmly.

"No, no. Joe would never. That's Nick and Kevin you're hearing about." I frowned, my own insecurities starting to set in. What if he did cheat on me, and he just used the rumor as an advantage so he could get out guilt free and be with someone else?

Miss Swift saw my expression and gave me a reassuring squeeze. "Oh Demi, I didn't mean to make you doubt yourself… anyone would be more than lucky to have you as their girlfriend. I just don't get why he broke up with you…?" She stared into my eyes expectantly, gliding her soft fingers through my straightened hair.

"H-he said it was because of a rumor. A stupid rumor that Lilly started… I don't…" I stuttered stupidly, looking up at her like a hurt puppy.

"What rumor?" She asked simply. Oh great now here comes the awkwardness…

"The rumor was that… I'm gay…" It felt foreign coming out of my mouth. She didn't scream or run like I thought she would, and her mouth didn't drop all the way onto the floor like in cartoons. That's a good sign, right?

"Well… is it true? Are you gay?" Miss Swift directed at me, carefully pulling my head from her chest so she could look at my face.

"I don't know…" To say I was confused was an understatement. All my life it was boys, boys, boys. Now suddenly I might find girls attractive? I hate not being in control of my feelings, I hate trying to put the puzzle together and figure them out.

I need to get out of here... being around Miss Swift is becoming slightly uncomfortable for some reason… "Thanks for everything Miss Swift, but I think this is one I'll need to figure out on my own." I backed away from the embrace but she caught my hand as I turned around.

She forcefully pulled me back into her and my face practically smashed in between her boobs. Correction, it did smash in between her boobs. Did I mention I'm like 5'3? Miss Swift is 5'11, plus she's wearing heels.

I would not be surprised if Swifty was wild in bed because even though she is all innocent and nice looking on the outside, she has a dark side too. I could tell because right now as I cowered in fear of her tallness and unbreakable grip on my arm, she was grinning.

I let out an involuntary whimper as she dragged me into one of the big stalls and locked the door. I scrambled into the corner as she turned around, bringing my knees to my chest and grasping onto the indentation of the hard wall.

She was silent as she walked toward me, each clack of her heel making me flinch. Her cruel grin was eliciting fear from me and also feeling… I couldn't describe it… it was… tingly? No, no no no… I could not be getting turned on by this… I don't like girls! Especially a teacher… you are breaking the law here Demi! Well technically she's sexually harassing me…

Miss Swift towered over me with her sick grin biting at me. Her hand shot out and grasped my chin firmly. She pulled me roughly up the wall and I sucked in a short breath from the burn of the plaster.

She grinned even wider at my pain. Bitch. "Demi… you are quite the looker, aren't you?" She purred as she tilted my head from side to side, examining my features. She was treating me like a ball, rolling my head around in her hands, like a toy. I clenched my teeth as the tingly feeling came back ten times worse at her alluring voice.

Bad Demi. Bad. Do not get turned on. Don't do it. Just don't. She twirled a piece of my hair around one of her fingers yet I refused to look her in the eye. She didn't seem to like that. Suddenly I was being slid against the wall and one side of my face met the paper towel dispenser.

Well hello there Mr. Paper towels, how are you? I'm good, just getting shoved into you… Not like that you perv! Wow and I thought we could have a nice conversation…

I tried to entertain myself as Miss Swift pressed me into the metal box jutting from the wall three times harder than before.

"You won't look at me? Fine… but just remember it's going to be this face between your legs, making you thrash and cry out…" She whispered harshly into my good ear. I shivered, half from her chilly breath hitting my face and half from the tingly feeling developing in other places.

Miss Swift pushed my slightly retreated face back into the metal and I groaned in pain. "Yeah baby, that's what your gonna be doing once I get my hands on you. And trust me, it won't be the last time either…" Her lips latched onto my neck roughly as her free hand went under my shirt to cop a feel.

Her eager hand cupped my breast and she pulled my face from the metal and kissed me deeply. I let my fists fly and hit her chest, barely escaping. I did a barrel roll under the door and ran the fuck out of there, pulling my shirt down on my way.

She ran out into the hallway, calling out to me. "If you have any questions about your sexuality ask me!" In a hallway full of students… just what I needed….

A/N: I saw Demi's 20/20 interview and omg I crey I crey. I love her she is so strong 3 #staystrong.

PLZ REEVIEW or I will kill all da characteirs and den u b sad :(

Jk but I will crey… u don want me 2 crey :(