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Selena's POV

"Is it too soon to ask what happened between the two of you?" Demi asks me as we sit together on my couch. We had been watching a movie and making out, but somehow we got into the topic of my past love life. I could tell she was slightly nervous as she spoke, but the way she looked at me was like she genuinely cared. I knew for a fact that she cared; there was something in that girl's eyes that said she was here for me even though she herself was still broken.

"Between Ellen and I?" I ask in an attempt to clarify just whom she might be talking about. When she shakes her head, I realize quickly what she means. "Justin?" I ask again, this time my voice growing lower. I hated thinking about him or even trying to think about what happened between us.

"Yeah, Justin…" She looked down at her hands and then back up at me. I hadn't seen her this nervous since she opened up to me.

"No, it's not too soon. I think it's only fair, I mean, you opened up to me about your issues and it's about time I opened up to you about mine." I admit. I could sense my voice was growing shakier and I wondered if she had caught on to that. This was the first time in a long time that I was going to open up about Justin, and I was worried I wouldn't be able to make it through. Sometimes thinking about it made me really sad, not because I missed him but because what he did to me really hurt. Taylor, my best friend, is the only one who truly knows the entire story. She was the one who was there for me all those days, the days when all I wanted to do was never see him again.

"We could do this another time if…" She begins to say but I cut her off by gently pressing my lips against hers. I don't allow the kiss to become anything, so I pull away.

"No, Dem, I want to." I admit after pulling away and looking deep into her brown eyes.

Demi watched me tentatively as I took in a deep breath; mentally preparing myself for what was about to occur. At this moment, Demi was seated Indian style on my couch while I sat there with one leg up and the other dangling down to the floor. She had her hand rested on my knee for moral support, while the other held her face as she watched me. I had a feeling that neither of us would keep the same composure by the end of this.

"We met in high school…" I began my story. I debated cutting to the chase but it was only fair for Demi to hear the entire thing, no matter how hurt it would leave me. "I was a junior and he was a senior. He was in my calculus class; it was an all-senior class and I happened to be the only junior who managed to make it in there. Anyway, we were friends at first, at least while I was dating Ellen."

"What was he like at first?" Demi asked me, probably attempting to hold off on the sad part.

"He was really sweet, in fact he was one of the sweetest guys I came to know in high school. He was a running back for the football team and the striker for the soccer team, so I guess you could say he was sort of a jock. But he wasn't like the other jocks, sure he partied with them and acted like an idiot from time to time, but for the most part he was a real easy going kind of guy." I smiled to myself, thinking back to how things were when Justin was just my best friend.

"So then what happened?" Demi asked. She had a slightly confused look on her face when she noticed my smile. I figured she'd gotten a bit jealous so I chuckled.

"Well Ellen and I broke up before the start of winter break that year. I remember it clearly because I had planned all these things for her and had the perfect Christmas present picked out… but then she broke up with me. Something about me not being there enough for her but really she just wanted to see other people." Demi's face softened and she gave me a motivating squeeze on my knee. "We broke up and Justin was the one I had to lean on. Taylor was there too, but something about the way that Justin cared made me feel better. He came over almost everyday that break and just kept me company."

Looking back now, Justin was really sweet but something happened over those years that made him completely cold. "I shouldn't have let things with him build, but from one day to the next we weren't just friends anymore, we were lovers." I admit.

*Flashback*

It was one of the last few days of winter break. I had managed to finally get over Ellen at this point, and Justin was coming over for a weekly movie night. We were past the point of being just friends, I'd even started considering him my best guy friend.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" I heard the voice of my best friend appear from my bedroom doorway. Before I could even bother answering, he had made his way into the room and sat down at the edge of my bed. It was too early; I remember that well because I can still hear the damn birds chirping outside my window.

"Who let you in?" I asked with an eyebrow raised, indicating that I was more than confused. Both my parents had been out that day, working per usual. "No one's even here."

"Let's not forget you gave me an extra key." He dangled the single key in front of me and I chuckled to myself. "You and my Nana have that in common." He said jokingly. I hadn't caught on to his joke so I gave him a very confused look. "Memory loss." He added.

"Fuck you!" I said loudly as I kicked him in the sides. I was never really one to cuss, but around him I always seemed to slip up. "So what brings you over to my house at nine in the morning?" I asked after checking the time on my phone. Sure he and I had plans, but they weren't until that night.

"Just thought I might share some news with you…" he trailed off and stared down at me with his infectious smile.

"You're scaring me, stop." I had told him quietly. He chuckled to himself and scoot in closer to where I was sitting up against the headboard of my bed. "What has you so bubbly, Jay?" I asked.

"I may or may not have gotten us a pair of tickets to the concert of the year." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. Instantly, he held up two tickets in front of him and waived them from side to side. I couldn't quite catch who the artist was so I leaned in closer.

"BRITNEY SPEARS?!" I asked as I nearly fainted in my own bed. I knew she was on tour and he had heard me constantly talk about how I wanted to see her. He shook his head in rejection and I felt my shoulders drop.

"Fall Out Boy!" He cheered before handing me the ticket set. My eyes grew so wide they could have very well fallen out of their place. "But that's tonight! Justin, how?" I asked as I tried to catch my breath. The two of us were big fans of Fall Out Boy, we'd even made each other some mixtapes with their music.

"Got my dad to pull some strings." He winked. I wasn't usually affected by Justin's charm, but that time I felt some sort of butterflies. "It's an all day event and I think they play later on tonight, but I was hoping we could go early and catch some of the opening bands. What do you say?" He made a cute puppy dog begging face and there was no possible way I could have said no to that, even if I planned to say yes anyway.

"I say that I have the best, most amazing friend in the whole wide world!" I squealed before wrapping my arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. His arms came around my waist and we sat there like that for a good minute.

"Go get dressed!" He instructed as we pulled away. "I'll meet you downstairs."

It took me almost an hour just to pick out an outfit and finally fix myself. Part of me wanted to dress up for the purpose of the concert, while the other just wanted to look good for Justin. He was my best friend, yes, but I often found myself wanting to impress him. That day was no different.

The ride to the venue was short and I could feel the excitement radiating from the both of us. I had spent the drive and much of our walk into the venue mentally freaking out about the fact that I was going to be seeing one of my all-time favorite bands. The second that we reached our seats, dead center in the second row, Justin brought his around me and pulled me closely into him. I took it as a sweet, friendly gesture and at the time, thought nothing of it.

"Wow! That was amazing." I tried to tell Justin as the last band finished their set. We had seen about six or seven bands since we arrived at the venue, Paramore and Panic! At the Disco being two of them. I don't think neither Justin nor I had ever danced so hard in our lives. As the show was nearing its end, we were expected to wait for a ten-minute intermission before Fall Out Boy would take the stage.

"Yes, you are." Justin responded to my previous statement as he smiled sweetly and provided me with yet another one of those admirable winks. The butterflies in my stomach resurfaced and in that instant I knew something different was happening. It didn't take long for me to realize that I was falling for my best friend.

"What?" I pretended I hadn't heard him, I wanted to see what he would say.

"Go out with me." That one caught me by surprise. I think my eyes grew wide and my mouth fell into an O-shape, something drastic like that. "Let me take you out on a date." He added for emphasis. My heart pounded the instant those words came out of his mouth, I almost couldn't even speak.

"What?" I responded. I couldn't think of anything else to say, I mean, what else could I say?

"Go out with me, Selena, like on a date. It ain't rocket science, you know." He joked. I didn't know what to say. I had an internal debate for a good five minutes and before I could answer him, Fall Out Boy had taken the stage.

The two of us went on to enjoy the show like any other big fans would. I screamed and sang along to every one of the songs while Justin just stood there and laughed. I occasionally caught him stealing glances at me and I have to admit I stole some at him too. "Yes." I said to him as soon as the show had finally concluded.

"Uh, what?" He looked at me strangely, his eyebrows furrowing. His expression didn't last long because that confused look was quickly replaced by an ear-to-ear grin.

"Yes, I'll go out with you." I admitted proudly.

The following day, Justin picked me up at seven on the dot with a single rose and the cutest smile I had ever seen him wear. We went to dinner in the city followed by an early screening of Transformers. He held my hand that night and even put his arm around me during the film; he tried the whole 'yawn' thing and it actually worked. Later that night he took me home and kissed me at the foot of my front porch steps. I spent that entire night just thinking about him.

The rest of my junior year was spent falling in love with Justin. He asked to be his girlfriend about two weeks after our date and I didn't even hesitate to say "yes". We took things slow and before I knew it he had asked me to be his prom date. We were celebrating four months together at a restaurant in Manhattan, when he popped the question.

"Close your eyes." He'd said with enthusiasm. We were walking hand in hand down a street near the restaurant when he suddenly decided to stop. I was kind of skeptical of what he was planning to do, especially since I wasn't very identified with the area, but I chose to do as he said. When my eyes closed I heard shuffling and by the time I opened one eye to sneak a peek, he was gone.

"Jay?" I asked out loud in hopes that he'd appear from wherever he was hiding.

"Turn around, babe." He answered almost immediately. I quickly turned to look at him but was distracted by the skyscraper that stood out in the background. Somehow the office lights of the building had been arranged to spell "Prom" vertically.

"Justin James Bieber! What the hell is this?" I asked in complete amazement as I stared up at the only thing that managed to keep my attention. Not even the beautiful night sky could compare to what I was seeing. "Baby, is this…" I added when things began to sink in. No one had ever done something so romantic and beautiful for me, he had truly outdone himself.

"Will you go to prom with me, Selly?"He looked nervous as he asked, but what was there to be nervous about? I was his girlfriend after all, how could I even say no?

"Of course!" I cheered in response as I brought both my hands into a clap and jumped up and down in my place. It was as if he had asked me to marry him, but in reality it was not that far fetched. I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "How did you pull this one off?" I asked.

"You see the very top right office on the P?" He gestured towards the building and I made an attempt to follow his gaze. It took me a while to figure out which one he was referring to, the skyscraper was just so huge, but once I did I simply nodded in response. "That's my dad's office. I kind of got him to work out a deal with the cleaning staff so they could light up the rooms."

"You are the best boyfriend, ever!" I told him through my excitement. In that time, he really was the best boyfriend anyone could ever ask for, too bad things eventually changed.

But before things between Justin and I started to head south, we were enjoying a pretty good relationship. We went to prom together that year and that same night I found it in me to lose my virginity to him. I wasn't his first, he had lost it to a girl at a camp his sophomore year, but I knew he was my one and I treasured that idea; at least until we got divorced.

Justin's graduation rolled around and he ended up graduating in really good standings. He was admitted to Columbia University, which was amazing for me because that meant he was only a twenty-minute drive from me. But even though he was still so close to me, he was always so busy. We argued a lot during the days leading up to his big leave, but since he wasn't going off too far we decided that we'd try and make things work. We spent that entire summer together and when school finally rolled around, it was difficult for me to have to say goodbye.

Being away from Justin was hard, but being able to Skype and keep contact made things simpler. Sure he was still in the city and I could visit him whenever I got the chance, but those opportunities hardly came about. If I wasn't working on school projects or college applications, he was studying for his next exam or attending one of the mandatory frat mixers. I trusted Justin in that aspect, he always talked about joining a fraternity and living that college experience so I never took that away from him. Back then I didn't really think much about it, but looking back today it was that which started our problems.

The time I didn't spend with Justin, I spent working my ass to get into college. I only had one school in mind at the time; Columbia. We had talked a lot about all my opportunities and the two of us decided it'd be awesome if I could get in there and be with him. October of my senior year was when I finally got that life-changing letter.

"Babe, I have some news." I told Justin as we sat for coffee at one of the on campus café's. It was a weekend in October when the both of us happened to be free so I snuck away from the senior life and decided to visit my boyfriend.

"You're not…" He looked at me with worried eyes for a split second but quickly his expression softened. "What is it baby?"

"No, Justin, it's not that." I shook my head at him before he could jump to any conclusions. We had a pregnancy scare the summer before he left, so it was no surprise that he thought of that first. He eyed me skeptically and I remember sighing loudly. "I'm not pregnant, Jay."

"Well then, what is it?" He asked. Justin was very much like a little kid in that he was the most impatient person I had ever met.

"I got a letter…" I said slowly. I placed the letter on the table and slid it towards him. He was quick in grabbing it and inspecting it completely.

"You haven't opened it." He pointed out.

"I wanted to do it together... no, I wanted you to do it." I admitted. I had received the letter a week before seeing him and hadn't even bothered to look at it.

Justin ripped open the envelope and slowly opened up the single letter that was inside of it. "Dear Selena Russo," Justin began to read the letter. I stared at his expression, hoping to get my answer from what he did next. A frown appeared on Justin's face and all I could feel was myself starting to fall apart. In seconds I was fully in tears. "Why are you crying?" Justin asked before he could even continue reading.

"I saw your face I don't need you to read to me what I already know." I admitted through my tears.

"Dear Selena Russo," Justin restarted to read and I felt myself wanting to shut him up. "We are DELIGHTED to inform you..." He added but then stopped.

"Wait, what?" I stuttered as Justin smirked at me. "Delighted?" I grabbed the letter from his hands and squealed in excitement. The tears continued to fall but this time they were from utter joy. Justin sat back in his chair and laughed as he sipped on his coffee. "I got in!" I added in ecstasy. The entire café grew quiet as heads turned to look my way.

"Sel… keep it down." Justin demanded.

"Why the hell did you frown?" I slapped him across the arm playfully.

"Because they said Selena Russo," He smirked and leaned over the table. "You're supposed to be Selena Bieber."

I chuckled at how lame he was before bothering to respond. "I'm not married to you." I reminded him.

"But you will be." He said with great assurance in his voice. That was the first time Justin and I discussed anything remotely close to marriage, and it definitely was not our last.

"Oh, yeah? When?" I questioned.

"One day." He was still leaning over the table so I leaned in and pecked his lips.

The hints and suggestions of marriage from Justin kept coming. We had only been together one year but yet the consideration of us getting engaged became a huge topic. He didn't actually propose to me until my sophomore year in college, but the idea was definitely always there. Before our engagement, I finished my senior year at the top of my class and received a full-ride scholarship to the university. The school only offered aid to students who were from lower economic backgrounds and unlike Justin, I was definitely one of those. Once in college, I opted out of joining a sorority; Justin's idea initially was that I should, because I wanted to keep my time for studying and seeing him. Balancing college and Justin got pretty easy with time and before I knew it, he was down on one knee.

It was December of my sophomore year in college, his junior year, and the both of us had spent the holidays with his family. We were laying in his parent's guest bedroom bed the morning of our three year anniversary, when he finally proposed. It was a simple gesture, nothing much behind it like his previous set ups but I loved it nonetheless. He had the family chef prepare us a delicious breakfast in bed before he actually popped the question.

"How's your breakfast?" Justin asked as I took a small bite of the delicious chocolate chip bagel.

"This is amazing, Jay." I replied after I had chewed my food.

"I… uh... there's a reason why I wanted you to stay with me tonight." His expression grew soft and he looked me in the eyes with love. It had been a while since I had seen that kind of expression on him. We weren't the same couple we'd been two years ago, although we were still strong, some things had still changed.

"I know," I leaned over to peck his cheek. "Happy anniversary, baby."

"No. It's not that." He shook his head. "I mean, happy anniversary to you too but… there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

"What is it?" I was slightly concerned about what he might have to say.

"Selena," Justin took my hand in his and led me out of the bed. He stood in front of me with lovestruck eyes and I slowly watched him descend. "You are the reason for this smile, baby. You are the reason I wake up and feel like the luckiest man in the world, and all I want to do is be able to do that forever. You don't know how happy you make me. Will you marry me?" He proposed.

Through my tears and through my excitement, I was finally able to croak out a small. "Yes!"

Justin and I married the summer before our last year of college. It was everything that I had imagined my wedding to be. The planning was all my doing, and I was happy to find that everything went perfectly well. We married at our childhood church; the same place where both Justin and I had been confirmed as teens. I always envisioned myself getting married in that church, and the fact that I was able to do so, that was something I really admired.

Sometime during my sophomore year, before the engagement, I decided I wanted to graduate early. I doubled up in classes and even took some summer classes beforehand too. In a sense, I skipped my junior year, but spent my entire senior year of college dealing with an ass load of classes. After Justin and I got married, we honeymooned in Hawaii and returned home just in time to start our senior year. Things were going really great for us at that time. Even though I was up most nights working on assignments and studying, we were still able to keep a good relationship. It wasn't until our last semester of college that things suddenly became hard to deal with.

Due to my brilliant plan to graduate early, I was forced to take a plethora of difficult courses. My last semester was full of writing classes, constant studying, and never ending sleepless nights. Justin's last semester, however, was full of easy going courses and a lot of frat partying. Apparently one of the frat rules on campus was that your senior year must be the most party-oriented. He'd be out most nights, getting drunk and coming home completely wasted. I never really minded it at first, I knew I was the one he was coming home to, but soon enough it started to become an irritation.

It wasn't just that Justin was coming home completely wasted, it was that I was forced to take time from my studying to help deal with him. Some nights he'd even show up in the middle of the night, just as I had finally laid down to get a few hours of rest. It became such a problem that one day I just blew up.

It was a little past noon on a Saturday night and I had gotten absolutely no sleep the night before. I was up most of the night studying for a major exam that I had due that Monday, and the rest of the night was spent dealing with my drunken husband.

"Good morning, beautiful." Justin chimed as he walked into the kitchen and pecked my cheek. We had moved into a tiny apartment on the outskirts of campus and the only pleasant thing about that place was the kitchen. I always loved to sit at the small dining table and enjoy some coffee while I studied; the room was just very relaxing. "Good morning." Justin repeated himself when I didn't bother to respond nor react to his kiss.

I cleared my throat and stood up, making it clear that talking to him was the last thing I wanted to do at that moment. I remember feeling Justin' cold stare as I attempted to walk away from him, but that was unsuccessful since he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. He was never an aggressive guy, nor was he the kind to yell, but these traits were started to become more reoccurring as his partying increased. "I said good morning." He repeated himself after pulling me into him.

"Yeah, I heard you." I responded coldly before yanking my arm from his grip.

"Aren't you going to say it back?" He asked.

"No." I didn't bother providing him with any explanations, I just turned around and proceeded to walk out again.

"What the hell is wrong with you this morning, Selena? You on your period again?" He questioned. I felt his footsteps inching behind me and all I could think to do was turn around and let him have it.

"What's wrong with me? Oh let's see... For one, I'm not on my fucking period." I spat out. You could tell I was fuming just by the mere fact that I was cursing. "Two, I'm sick and tired of having to baby you every damn night, Justin. This is the third time this week I've had to deal with your bullshit. You come home so fucking drunk that I have to stick around and make sure you don't do something idiotic."

"You know I-" He attempted to interrupt me but I was not even close to finishing my rant.

"I'm not done! Do you even stop to think of me when you go out and get wasted? Do you think of the effect you're having on my sanity when I'm trying to study for these God-awful exams but I can't focus because my husbands puking in the bathroom? I can't deal with this bullshit anymore, Jay." I was starting to soften up a little at that point, but I attempted to keep control. "What happened to you, Justin? This is not the guy I fell in love with."

"Did you expect me to be your senior boyfriend forever? Did you not think that I'd grow up too?" He asked in an attempt to sound like the victim.

"Are you listening to yourself right now? You're pathetic! There's a fine line between growing up and just flat out changing. You grew up a long time ago, Jay, you're just heading down a wrong direction now and I'm trying to pull you back before things get too messy. " I argued.

"I don't want to deal with this." He admitted before walking away from me and re-entering our bedroom. I stood there frozen in my spot, unsure of what I had just experienced.

"Where are you going?" I asked Justin when he had finally returned from our room. He was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and white polo, an indication that he was headed to the frat house. "Sure, Justin, run to your little group of pathetic assholes why don't you?" I whispered through my teeth.

"I can't deal with your hormonal attitude today," He admitted through his teeth. "I'm going to the frat house, don't bother calling me because I won't answer."

Justin's reaction to our argument had left me in a mix of emotions. I wanted to cry myself to sleep all while punching the living snot out of everything I saw. He had not only ignored the entirety of my rant, but he had just flat out left me for his friends. The only smart thing I could do was call Taylor, but instead I decided to drown out my sorrows by hitting the books. I spent that entire day and majority of the night reading and studying. I didn't know what I'd say to Justin when he returned, but I knew that the last thing I wanted was to spark another fight.

Just as I had prepared myself to go to bed, I'd heard a loud noise coming from the front door. It was Justin, failing miserably at opening the door in his not surprising drunk state. Responsible wife mode came over me and I was forced to help him inside. Our previous fight had slipped out of my mind for that time being as I attempted to get him in bed. I did the usual routine, force him to use the bathroom and later change him into his boxers, but that time I was diverted by something I wish I had never seen. As I pulled off his shirt, I was met by lipstick marks that were pressed against the large portion of his chest. What struck me the most was the fact that they descended down to his pelvis, and as I pulled down his jeans and boxers I could see the marks had been planted there too.

I don't remember exactly how long I cried but I do remember making it to the couch in my fit of hysterical tears. I somehow managed to call Taylor and explain to her everything that had happened. She offered me a place in her apartment and promised me that she'd never let him do that to me again. I took her word for and decided to do what was right.

*End Flashback*

"Baby, I'm so sorry." Demi let out before wrapping her arms tightly around me. Sometime during my story I had managed to scoot myself closer to her. I had also broken out into a fit of tears as I thought back to what happened to me. Demi held me tight in her arms as I became the fragile one.

"It's okay." I muttered into Demi's neck. She ran her fingers lightly through my hair as we sat there in silence.

"I can't believe you had to see that," She says. "How did you tell him you knew?"

"The next morning I waited for him to wake up and once he did he noticed that my suitcases were packed. He got angry with me about it, he thought I was leaving him because of our fight but when I told him to go look at himself in the mirror, it was like he understood." I croaked out before more tears began to fall again. "He didn't even try to apologize, Demi, he just stood there speechless. What's worse was when I told him I was leaving him…"

"What did he do?" She asked cautiously.

"Nothing," I was back to sobbing into her neck. "He just stood there and let me go… He didn't bother fighting for me."

I couldn't look at Demi right now, since I was crying into her, but I could tell she had a concerned expression. She rocked me in her arms protectively; it was as though she was the strong one here but we both knew that wasn't entirely the case. "God, Sel, I'm so sorry that you had to go through all of that. I can't even imagine what that must have been like. You deserve so much more than what he offered, you deserve the world, you know that? You're one of the most amazing, caring person that I've ever been blessed to have met, baby." She pulled away from our embrace and looked me dead in the eye. "I want to be the girl for you, Lena. I want to show you that love is still out there. I don't care about our age difference; I don't care if that idiot had you first... I want to be here for you just like you've been here for me and if you let me, I want to be your girlfriend."

Demi's words caught me almost by complete surprise. My tears somehow stopped flowing and a new shocked expression had replaced the sadness. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" I asked her. I had to admit that a flash of worry coursed through me, but that quickly went away as I saw Demi's smile widen.

"Yes," She smiled sweetly. "And before you say anything about legality or whatever else stands in our way, I want you to know that I'm willing to go through any obstacle for you. I don't care if we have to be confined to seeing each other here every time or if no one gets to know you're mine; I just want to show you that you're worth it."

"Demi, I-I don't k-know w-what to say?" I stuttered.

"Saying 'yes' would be a good start," She chuckled. "But if you say no, that's cool too." I saw the sadness in her eyes at the thought of me saying 'no'.

It scared me, the thought of finally putting a name to our relationship, but I knew that she was special and I knew that she was someone I could trust completely. I quickly let Demi know my answer as I crashed my lips onto hers. "Yes." I answered into the kiss in hopes that she'd gotten it.

"I promise I won't hurt you…" She told me as we pulled away.

"I know that. You know how I know? Because you've suffered through so much yourself and you're not the kind of girl who wants to see someone else go through that. I trust that you won't hurt me." I say.

"Do you think we can do this without getting caught? I would never forgive myself if you lost your job over this." She admitted.

"Don't worry about that. You know why? Because for you, Demi, I'd risk it all." With that, she leaned in and kissed my lips.