aaaaaaa i kind of hate this chapter? but it's fine
anyways! there's some fluff in this and some drama... gasp
lets go!
Selena had her head poked against the back of the bed, a pillow supporting the curve of her neck and a black phone held between her fingers. She scrolled through her social media, smiling at all of the supportive messages she'd gotten. People that used to be terrified to look at her in the halls now chatted with her aimlessly, and Selena couldn't help but feel happy for that. She was about to press another comment, before something tore her away.
Ding. Her eyes tore from the positive messages to the new notification on the top of her phone, from the name that she had terrified to see all day. Demi was still showering, so there was no way Selena could ask for advice.
Taylor : Hey.
Selena churned her knees together worriedly, averting her eyes from the lit phone screen like she was staring Taylor right in the eyes.
Selena : oh, hey...
Taylor : Look, I'm not mad
Taylor : … well I'm a little mad. I'm just hurt that you lied to me but I guess I understand
Taylor : just don't lie to me like that again, k?
Selena could feel herself let out a sigh of relief, her chest heaving quietly in the room. The running water shut off, leaving a few remaining sounds of dripping water left over. With that, she heard the rustle of a towel before her girlfriend exited from the bathroom, letting steam escape as she did so. A floral-decorated towel was wrapped around her body, and a light blue towel was wrapped around her drying hair.
Without thinking much more, Selena sent Taylor a quick emoji and a 'got it,' soon dropping her phone to the nightstand, "Well, the Queen of England is here."
"Shut up," Demi whacked the girl with the duvet, an eye-roll following. "You know, this is on the verge of bullying, Miss Gomez."
Demi chided, poking fun at Selena's old behaviors. The mocked girl laughed and sat up against the headboard, rolling her fists against the blanket. She arched her back and leaned forward, squishing her face up to Demi.
"I'll show you bullying," the girl laughed, grasping at Demi's wet hair.
When Demi's hair came to her fingers, Selena moved it so that it hung over the girl's shoulders instead of sticking to her neck. She smirked, "After all, I am the most nefarious villain in all of history!"
Demi shivered at the ghost-like feeling of fingers against her neck, trying to regain her character from the hallways at school.
"Well, you're forgetting a tiny thing, lord of evil," Demi twirled, letting the ends of her towel flutter. "You don't have my hand in captivity!"
Selena slipped over the side of the bed, twisting her fingers in Demi's wet locks. Demi leaned her head into the touch, seeming to forget their small game for just a second. Selena rested her elbows on Demi's shoulders, hands still entangled in her hair. She came closer, parting her lips against the curve of Demi's chin.
"Tell me, Fair Maiden," Selena's voice travelled into the girl's ears, "I don't have your hand, but do I have your heart?"
Demi's face flushed, and and all from her ears to her cheekbones became a reddish pink. Her chest felt hot, like it was slowly burning over a fire. She breathed in, "W-well, why w-would you a-ask such a th-thing?"
Selena trailed her fanned lips from Demi's neck to the corner of her mouth, letting a slight chuckle escape her throat, "I was just wondering, Maiden."
Before Selena could fully kiss Demi's lips, the 'maiden' pressed her forehead against the villain's. She exhaled, slowly, "Isn't it interesting how a maiden can love a villain?"
"So you love me?" the faux-villain replied, inching closer so that their lips only remained a centimeter apart.
Demi smiled, grabbing Selena's bottom lip between her teeth. Surprisingly, she didn't protest to this, only breathed out in ecstacy at the feeling. Instead of saying anything, she used the lip between her teeth to pull Selena closer, leaving the space between them practically extinct.
In a mere second, Demi's lips enveloped Selena's, leaving a few remaining teeth marks on Selena's bottom lip. The fingers entangled in her hair moved higher, while Demi's hands roamed the territory of Selena's back.
"You know," Selena breathed out, pausing another kiss. "I really thought we were done for this week."
"I could never," Demi chuckled softly, "I was already having trouble functioning without you."
Selena rolled her eyes jokingly, prodding the girl's ribs, "Okay, dummy."
"Awh, why am I the dummy?" Demi asked, faking sadness. She moved away from Selena's warmth and instead to the dressers. "Why can't you be the dummy?"
The girl laughed quietly, crossing her arms as Demi looked for clothes, "Because I'm smart, Dems."
She turned slightly at this, her lips quirked in a soft grin, "That's a pretty big boast," she turned back to the dresser and pulled out a long t-shirt and black gym shorts. "Do you have evidence to back that up?"
Selena paused in their game for a second, following Demi's hands until her eyes met the shorts. She gasped, "Hey, wait, those are the shorts I gave you to wear when you first got here!"
Demi turned her head slightly, "Ah, so you're a tiny bit smart."
"Hey," Selena walked closer to the girl, reinstating their previous closeness, She sloppily kissed the girl's mouth and then her jawline, trailing them down to her throat slowly. "I am smart."
Demi stifled a groan, lifting up her chin so that Selena could continue her kisses all the way to her collarbone, "I-I g-guess… you're a b-bit… mmm… crafty…"
Selena paused at the middle of the girl's chest, right before Demi's towel began. The girl smiled against the warm, freshly-showered skin before Selena lifted back up her head.
"Thanks, now go get changed."
"Once a bully, always a bully!" Demi gasped angrily, but jokingly. "So rude."
Selena was buried under the covers by the time Demi was done brushing her hair and changing from her towel, half asleep. However, the girl's eyes were bulged at awake once Demi had crawled into bed next to her.
She inhaled the girl's scent, wondering why or how she had managed to smell like warm cinnamon when Selena didn't even have cinnamon-scented shampoo.
"You wizard," Selena mumbled quietly, knowing that Demi didn't know what she meant.
"Am I at least a pretty wizard?" Demi asked, digging her head into Selena's neck.
Selena grumbled jokingly, locking an arm around the girl's back, "Whatever you want to be, babe," the girl grinned into her girlfriend's hair, "Whatever you want to be."
"Stop!" Demi stopped her girlfriend in the hallways abruptly, one hand over the girl's chest the the other spread out cautiously.
Selena gave the girl a peck on the cheek, "What?"
"Taylor," she turned to the side to expose the blonde, "Is she gonna be angry? I mean, after what happened…"
"Nah," Selena smiled, "We texted! We're cool!"
Despite her girlfriend's promise, she could feel the blonde's stare, boring holes into her. Demi reluctantly moved her hand down, allowing Selena to move freely to her locker. She followed her girlfriend carefully, since she didn't have anything to put in her own locker.
"She's glaring at me, Selly," Demi protested again, quieter than before.
"She glares at everyone I date." Selena shook away her girlfriend's fears, smiling at the pet name that was reserved only for her. "I'm sure she's fine."
Demi rolled her eyes at how dense the girl she was dating could be, but didn't say anything else. Selena pulled a spanish textbook from the depths of her locker, wiping off dust from how long it had been in there.
"Ew, you have a Spanish textbook?" the girl swatted flying dust away from her nose, "I didn't even know she gave those out."
"Well, it's from freshman year," Selena explained, flipping to the first page. "I never turned it back in to the teacher, but I don't want to get a fine."
"Selena Gomez, being a semi-good student?" Demi gasped fauxly, "That's new."
"Shut up." Selena nudged her girlfriend, shutting her locker carefully. "Off to Spanish class we go!"
Taylor seethed as they walked away, her fists clenched at her sides. She shouldn't have came today; she knew it would crush her internally to see Selena with her. Of course, Taylor was blinded by the idea that they weren't truly in love; but experimenting. However, after watching them go throughout their first periods and classes, she could see that the idea was practically a hoax. Their smiles, the way their eyes lit up, everything was a tell-tale sign of what Taylor fearing the most.
From the distance, she could see Joe struggling with his locker, one fist curled against the metal and the other fiddling with his combo. Taylor grinned, Joe.
"Back off!" Selena shouted throughout the crowded hallways, creating a vibrant echo that caught the attention of many passersby.
Selena had shoved Demi roughly into a locker, watching her bruised back hit the sides and squirm all the way down in pain. Taylor, who had saw from afar, began to run closer, halting once she was at Selena's side.
"What's this about?" She asked mischievously, obviously not disapproving of the act.
"She fucked Joe," Selena answered raggedly, her chest heaving angrily and her nostrils flared. "My boyfriend."
"I didn't!" Demi cried, forgetting the rule of not talking back for that sliver of a second. "He asked me out for dinner and I went, but—"
"Shut up!" Selena interrupted, pressing her elbow against the bruised girl's trachea. "I'm already gonna kill him for just talking to you." she traced the bruising of the girl's throat with her finger, pressing hard into the purple marks occasionally. "You, however? I'm going to slaughter you. I'm going to gut you like a pig."
Demi's eyes shown confusion and betrayal, and she wondered why Selena was taking the anger out on mostly her and not her disloyal boyfriend. Did Selena hate her that much? Demi didn't doubt an ounce of what she said. She wouldn't be surprised if she woke up with a stab wound tomorrow.
Taylor glared down at Demi, running her fingers through her blonde hair, "I'll deal with Joe, Selena."
"Hey, Joe!" Taylor called, causing him to release the lock for his locker is shock, acting like he was having no problems with it. "How's the day going for you?"
"Good," he arched an eyebrow at her kindness, "What do you want?"
"Oh, nothing, I just came to see if you were okay." Taylor brushed invisible dust off her skirt. "I mean, after all those rumors…"
"What rumors?" he queried, feeling his fists clench beside him.
"Oh, just that you made but Demi and Selena gay. Hm, have you not heard? Demi even said it herself."
His eyes bulged in a mix of horror and anger.
"Where is she?" he asked, his face morphing into an angry, red scowl. If there was one thing he hated more than those two girls, it was rumors that ruined his already faltering reputation. Once Taylor told him what class her rival girl was in, he took off, face red and fists up.
Taylor smiled gleefully, turning and skipping down the hallways. This was going to be fun.
Brrrrng! The bell rung through Selena's ears, and she stood up quickly, feeling her feet move her to the front of Mr Gall's classroom. She was giddy, knowing that next period was Gym and she'd get to see her girlfriend, running laps in really cute shorts. Selena could feel her heart compress at the thought, and she was all set to sprint to gym, until Mr. Gall stopped her.
"Selena," he said thickly as the other students dispersed. "Have you checked your grades recently?"
She thought hard for a second, wondering when she'd last had the time for school since she'd been working so hard to get Demi back. Reluctantly, she shook her head. He sighed and passed her a paper with her recent test scores and her overall grade.
F - 56%
Selena looked up at him in surprise, setting the paper on the table in embarrassment, "I… I'm sorry."
He raised his eyes eyebrows lightly, "I know… other things... seem important right now, but trust me, you do need to focus on school sometimes."
"I-I know! I do, really." she tried to explain. "Is there something I can do?"
Selena shuffled her feet nervously, shutting her eyes harshly. She had always tried to keep up her good grades, always tried to please her parents. Her dad was away for the military, stationed somewhere over the border. She had always tried to make sure that he knew she was doing well, however she was mostly worried about her mother. Selena was aware that her mother still got a copy of her report card, and the last thing she wanted was for the first phone-call she'd received from her mom in years to be about her low grades.
He rifled through his papers, pulling out a stapled packet of assignments, "This is all the extra-credit I have. If you do it all correctly by next week, before semester grades go in, you can get a C+."
Selena sighed and flipped through the packet, knowing that there had to be at least twenty front and back pages inside. "What about the test at the end of this week?"
"Well, if you manage to get an A on it, you'll get a B for the class. Think you can manage that?"
She wanted to say the obvious, no, of course not! I don't understand half this unit!
But instead, she settled for, "Yes. Thank you, Mr. Gall."
She quickly placed the packet inside her backpack, as the kids for his next class began to pour in. She nodded quickly and ran out, knowing that the late bell was about to ring and her gym class was halfway across the school.
However, as she was changing into her gym clothes, she noticed that Demi wasn't in the locker room with her. Weird.
there we go! aaa
what do u think happened w/ demi? i think you'll be surprised :^)
[ and don't worry, you'll get to meet selena's parents soon! ]
if i made any mistakes pls let me know!
see ya!
