welcome! this chapter is a bit of mindless fluff... in contrast to the actual story line but i felt like after all poor angst that yall deserve better
Demi closed her locker, a tangerine-colored book wedged between her arm and her chest. It was for English (second to last class of the day!) and it was pretty unlucky that the bell had just rung and she had to go all the way to the other side of the building to her locker to get it.
She had borrowed it once from her teacher when she couldn't come to school, but if she waited more than a month to return it then she'd have to pay some sort of hefty fine. Well, just luckily for her, it was the last day that it was eligible to be returned. So, lateness aside, this was productive.
Suddenly, a strong grip snaked around her waist, just below her ribcage, squeezing her tight. She'd be scared as hell if she didn't waft the scent of blueberry shampoo that Selena would buy in packs―you know, ever since Demi let it slip that she really liked blueberries.
"Go to class," Demi mockingly scolded, making sure her lock was locked before turning around in Selena's grip.
"You aren't in class, though," the girl dug her face into Demi's neck. "Why should I be?"
Demi's eyes rolled so far into the back of her head that she thought she would explode. Of course, she laughed at Selena's playfulness. She truly didn't care to be in class right now, she was over the moon that Selena was even willing to expose herself to such an extent. Unfortunately, the overdue book in her chest still played a part in her decision.
"Very funny, but I, we, need to get to class to return this book."
Selena made a half-whine, half-grunt sound and retracted her hands from the girl's back. Demi shuddered at the loss of warmth―not surprisingly, she had gotten accustomed to it―but covered it up and held her hand up, sideways, the palm facing Selena.
Selena looked at it, beaming as bright as she could possibly manage before snatching the hand in a grip that Demi could not explain. It was tight and possessive, probably to tell anyone who walked the school that Demi could not be 'claimed,' as Selena would put it.
The girl laughed almost, but wiggled her fingers free and instead interlocked them with the Selena's―the ones that were frayed along her knuckles. She squeezed to agree, agree that Selena was hers as well.
"Calm down, Hulk," Demi laughed under her breath. "You might break my hand if you squeeze harder than that."
Selena grinned jokingly, squeezing even harder than before, "You're gonna have to fight if you want to get out alive."
"Oh dear," Demi exclaimed, arching her elbow so their interlocked hands flung in the air. "How will I ever escape? For I am just a poor maiden!"
Demi's voice was imitating a medieval damsel, begging for a knight in shining armor to come sweep her away. Selena had the voice of an evil villain, set with the occasional villainous laughter and maniacal moustache-twinges.
Selena chuckled, her nose crinkling in laughter, "Poor maiden, only I have the key that will save your hand!"
"Then please give it to me, I must escape!" Demi dropped her english book at this point, busy on the session they had created.
"Why, not unless you give me a kiss on the cheek, fair maiden!" Selena turned her face, using the hand that was not squeezing Demi's to poke her own cheek. "Maybe then I will loosen my grip!"
Demi stuck out her tongue, "Never, I say! I shall never kiss you, a vile beast!"
"Ah, my heart," Selena cupped her chest in false agony. "Thou have wounded me! Now, I will squeeze harder!"
Selena kept her promise, squeezing as hard as she possibly could. It hurt only a bit, but Demi knew that it was all in good fun. She continued on, faking pain.
"Mercy! Mercy!" she half-shouted, trying to be kind to the classrooms they were still next to. "I guess I have no choice but to put my lips upon your hideous face!"
Selena's lip twinged, leaning her cheek closer to Demi's mouth in expectancy, "Then do it!"
Before Demi could give her a kiss, she grinned wide and thought about their current relationship. How, a year ago Demi would've been slaughtered in a mere second for calling Selena a vile beast; jokingly or not. Now, they were joking lovingly amongst themselves.
Selena was still waiting, her fingers still around Demi's. With a fought-back laugh, Demi leaned closer and pressed her lips against Selena's cheek, creating a smacking sound when she pulled away.
"Very cute," a deep voice came from behind them, and Selena grinned when she saw Mr. Veta, the art teacher, cross his arms jokingly behind them.
In a second, Demi's eyes bulged, mostly because she didn't want her dad to get a phone call about how she was already causing trouble. She exasperated, "I'm so sorry, we'll get to class right away. Please don't call my dad…"
The art teacher smiled, almost, "I won't say anything, in fact I'm a bit relieved you two are acting more lovey-dovey than at each other's' throats."
"Right…" Selena smirked, finally releasing Demi's hand and instead slinging an arm over her shoulder. "I forgot; I was taking this troublemaker to class."
"I'm the troublemaker?" Demi glared.
The art teacher quickly held up a hand, snapping once to get their attention, "Let's not test my kindness today. Go to class."
The two girls smiled as respectfully and happily as they could now, scurrying off to their class before any other nosy teacher could interfere.
Before Selena could walk full away, Mr. Veta tugged on her sleeve and snickered, "So, can I cancel your after-school project making? I noticed that you two were pretty close in class, too."
Selena grinned, giving him a thumbs-up that was fully exaggerated. He gave her a clean smile back, shooing her soon with her hands to catch up with Demi.
In the hallway past the art room, Selena turned and smiled, "Don't forget to call your father, fair maiden! Because I am kidnapping you and bringing you to my castle; a very sad, one-bedroom apartment!"
"Hey Dad," Demi held her phone up to her ear, while Selena was pressing her chin against the girl's shoulder from behind.
"Lord, Child, you scared me. Calling in the middle of school like this," her dad chided lightly, and Selena turned her head to Demi's neck, pressing her nose into the warmth.
Demi squirmed a bit, using her other arm to loop fingers through Selena's hair. She continued, "Sorry, but uh—"
With warning, Selena lightly buried her teeth into the girl's skin, right above her collar bone. Demi yelped in surprise, clutching her phone tighter as she sent a glare to Selena.
"You good?" her dad asked over the phone.
Selena trailed small bites up and down Demi's neck, punctuating them with kisses. Demi exhaled sharply, trying to elbow Selena away. She cupped the speaker and pulled it away, "Do you want me to come back to your apartment or not?"
The girl smiled against her warm skin before pulling away and instead wrapping her arms around her torso in absence. Demi had to admit that it felt much more comforting and didn't spike as much arousal as other actions. In any case, she brought the phone back to her ear with a grumble.
"Sorry, papa," Demi breathed out, but she could hear her dad chuckling boisterously on the other line.
"I'm going to assume I won't see you at home?"
Demi's face flushed, "Y-yeah."
"Be safe." he couldn't help but laugh one last time, until he hung up and left Demi to hear the dialing tone.
Selena pressed a kiss against the nape of Demi's neck once she had slid her phone in her back pocket. Demi turned in Selena's grip abruptly, causing her to let go with a smirk.
"That was the most awkward conversation I've ever had in my life." Demi scolded her jokingly, pouting.
"Awh, don't be a baby." Selena leaned in to kiss the girl on her lips, but Demi instead turned and only allowed the popular girl's lips to meet her cheek. "Hey!"
"Don't be a baby," Demi snickered, tapping the girl's nose with her finger. "When we actually get home you can do that."
They were still in the school yard, right beside the opening doors. Mostly everyone had gone home by now, except for a few stragglers who were waiting for their parents or talking with their friends. A few had lingering gazes to Selena and Demi's actions, but they tried not to care too vehemently about it.
"Then let's go," Selena pressed her fingernails into Demi's knuckles eagerly, pulling her along to the car. "Slowpoke."
im really sorry that it's so short this time, i'm super stressed because as you're reading this, it's finals week!
by the time this is out, ill probably be done with all my tests but I kinda do stories on an update-later basis... I started writing this story back in november, but I only posted it in december because I wanted to start rolling out some chapters so I could take breaks while I waited for the next due date to come.
anyways... unnecessary information lol - thanks for reading!
[ also! WHOO it's so cold outside... ]