Jennel's POV:
Fuck my head hurts, I don't normally get bad hangover but this one is fucking bad. I lift my head up before dropping it back on to the pillow below, yep bad hangover. I groan and then push the bed sheets off me, I sit up and realise that I'm in Demi's rooms. Whatever, I don't even remember getting here last night. I turn my head and notice Demi lay there, with the sheets up to her waist. Her black and red lacy bra on full view, I smile at how perfect she is before feeling to all too familiar 'I'm going to vomit' feeling in my stomach.
I push myself off Demi's bed and then begin to stumble towards the door, well I'm still drunk then. I then make my way out of her room, gripping on to the walls to keep me upright. Oh come on, I know it's bad when I feel like I'm going to throw up everything I've eaten in the last 24 hours.
Nope still being drunk and feeling sick at the same time is never a good thing, especially when your fucking legs don't want to work. Fuck off I do not want to throw up in the middle of the hallway, because no doubt Demi will make me clean it up and there is no chance I am going to be doing that. No Marissa get back in your room, do not even go near that bathroom because I will drunkenly beat your ass to the ground!
I barge past Marissa who is close to the bathroom door; I kick the door open and then throw myself inside before kneeling in front of the toilet. I flip the lip open as I hunch over the toilet bowl; I begin to gag before finally throwing up. Okay alcohol burns even more the second time, nope should not have drank tequila. I feel someone scoop my hair behind my back and then begin rubbing my back as I continue to throw up.
"God how much did you drink?" Marissa asks, giggling slightly as she continues to rub my back.
"I can't remember." I slur, wiping my mouth and then pulling away from the toilet. I slam the lid down and then flush the toilet before slumping on the ground next to it, resting my head on the closed toilet lid.
"That much of a good night? You're still drunk fucking hell Jennel."
"I don't know, I can only remember turning up to the bar and then drinking a few shots and a couple of vodkas."
"So why did you go out?" She asks, tying my hair up before passing me a piece of tissue to wipe my mouth with.
"Jess said some shit, I got pissed off and did what I normally do, go out and get wasted."
"Not the best decision you've ever made?"
"Yea well my life is just made up of bad decisions." I groan, running my hand through my hair before lifting my head off the toilet and groaning as I stare at the wall in front of me.
"You met Demi though, that was a good decision." She says, smiling at me. I kink my eyebrow at her. "Well apart from her being your teacher."
I look down and realise that I'm still wearing the same clothes as last night; I groan as I begin unbuttoning my jeans before I kick them off my legs. Marissa giggles as she stands up, pulling me up with her. I fall against her as she helps me out of my t-shirt before I stumble towards the bathroom door.
I pull the door open and fall out of the room, ending up pressed against the wall. She turns me around and then motions for me to wrap my arms around her neck. Marissa then scoops me up, carrying me towards Demi's room, kicking the door open then walking inside with me in her arms.
Demi is sat in the middle of her bed, shaking her head as Marissa make her way towards the bed, she then throws me on the bed. I lie next to Demi as Marissa grabs one of Demi's t-shirt and throws it in my direction. I grab hold of it and then pull it over my head before getting back into Demi's bed.
"Jennel you're still drunk aren't you?"
"Mhm." I mumble from underneath the covers as I hear Marissa walking out of the room.
"Are you going to tell me why you got into that state?"
"Nope." I mutter, covering my face even more with the covers.
"Why Wes had to carry you into my apartment because you passed out in the car?"
"Later, maybe, I don't know."
"No you are going to tell me, you're telling me everything Jennel. No more secrets."
"Whatever, you'll leave me if I tell you everything." I muter, turning over and burying my head in the pillow as Demi gets out of the bed. I wrap myself in the bed sheets; Demi lets out a laugh as she leaves the room.
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I open my eyes and then squint slightly; okay my eyes do not like the light, dear sun turn it down some of us are hungover. I roll over expecting Demi to be lay next to me but she's not she could've at least come back to bed! I groan and roll into her side of the bed before I look at her alarm clock. Okay maybe she's not in bed because it's half past one in the afternoon, well I've wasted most of my day.
I push the bed sheets off me and then roll out of Demi's bed, when I say roll I literally mean roll. I end up lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling. The door opens and Demi barges in before laughing at the fact I am spread out on the floor staring at the ceiling.
"Morning princess." She says, standing above me with her arm stretched out to pull me up. I grab her hand and she pulls me up, I fall against her and she giggles against my ear as her arms wrap around me.
"Shh Dem my head hurts."
"Aw, that's what you get for drinking too much and then turning up at my door at 3am." She replies, I look up at her and then push her away from me. I being to walk out of her room, flipping her off as I get into the hallway. "Rude!" Demi yells, following me into the living room. I slide on to the sofa next to Marissa and she begins to laugh as I rest my head against her.
"Demi." I whine, looking up as she stands in front of me, kinking her eyebrow as she places her hands on her hips.
"What now?"
"Because you love me can you get my jacket and some Advil?"
Demi makes her way into the kitchen before opening a cupboard and then running the tap, she walks back over to me and passes me two Advil and a glass of water. I take the pills as Demi makes her way back into her room, muttering something under her breath.
Marissa just snickers and then passes me my phone, seriously how do I don't lose this when I go out because I don't even know how it got in here. I smile at Marissa and look down at the screen as Demi throws my jacket over my head.
"Here you go my lady." She mutters, sitting on the chair next to the sofa. I pull the jacket off my head and glare at her before going back to checking my messages. Urg there's two off Wes, three off Jill and five off Jess, like I'm actually going to read them because they're all just going to be rants about me going out.
I slide my hand into one of the pockets before pulling the bag of weed out and a packet of skins. I begin rolling a joint, getting glared at by Demi and smiled at my Marissa. I pass Marissa the weed and the skins as I grab my lighter out of my pocket, I place the joint in my mouth and go to light it but Demi leans over and grabs it.
"Demi give it back to me."
"Not until you tell me why you went out and got in the state you were in." She says, placing the joint on the table next to her. I roll my eyes at her and begin rolling a new one. "I'm serious Jennel, Wes spoke to me and told me that the last time you did something like that was after Spencer tried to kill you." She says, running her fingers through her hair while staring at me.
"You don't need to know, just be thankful that it didn't end that same way as last time."
"What happened last time?"
"I'll tell you later Demi, right now I need a coffee and a smoke, then a shower." I reply, lighting the joint I've just finished rolling before smiling at Demi innocently. I blow the smoke out and then pass it to Marissa who is pouting at me while Demi glares between both of us.
"You two are just fucking potheads."
"Shut up, little miss I'm fucking a student." Marissa says, flipping Demi off and then taking a drag of the joint before squealing as Demi launches a cushion towards her. "Missed bitch." Marissa mocks, causing Demi to jump on top of her and begin hitting her repeatedly with the cushion…and I'm supposed to be the teenager.
"Okay, I'm leaving you two children in here to continue fighting while I go and shower. Try not to kill each other while I'm gone." I say, taking the joint from in between Marissa's fingers before I make my way towards the bathroom. I push the door open and then pull the t-shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor as I turn the shower on.
"Demi, fuck sake get off me, you're elbowing my ribs!" I hear Marissa scream before hearing a loud bang; obviously Marissa pushed Demi off her. Which means that I'll probably have an injured and whining Demi to look after later. This might stop her from wanting to know certain things…
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I walk out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and my hair still slightly damp as it hangs around my face and over my shoulders. I make my way into Demi's room and find her sat in the middle of her bed, wearing sweats and a bra while she messes around on her phone. She looks up at me as I close the bed room door, I glance at her and she's slightly chewing on her bottom lip.
"Like what you see?" I ask smirking at her as I turn around, sliding the towel down my back ever so slightly.
"You know I do."
"Perv."
"I'm your perv though baby." She whispers, getting off the bed causing it to creak before she walks up behind me. Her arms wrap around my waist as she begins to kiss along my shoulders. I lean against her, my damp hair pressing against her chest as she begins to pull the towel open.
"Hey hands off Lovato."
I fingers into the gaps between hers before pulling her hands away from my waist, then turning around to face her. She pouts at me and I just roll my eyes then press my lips against hers.
"I'm going to get dressed, get me a t-shirt." I mumble against her lips, she pulls away and then pulls open one of the draw. I then get a t-shirt throw at me, causing me to drop the towel on the ground. "You know that was going to happen, you did it on purpose."
"So what if I did, it worked didn't it?"
"Considering you're a teacher you're not meant to be this perverted." I say, kinking my eyebrow at her and then pulling the t-shirt over my head, causing Demi to pout at me. "Underwear?" I ask, Demi smirks at me and I slap the top of her arm.
"Jesus what is it, hurt Demi day?" She says, sighing and then shoving a pair of black lacy underwear into my hand.
"These are purely for your pleasure." I whine, sliding them up my legs and then smoothing out the t-shirt, Demi looks me up and down while biting on her bottom lip. I shake my head at her and then push her out of my way so I can leave the room. I open the door and walk out into the hallway, bumping into Marissa. She picks me up and then turns around before placing me on the ground again.
I wander into the living room and sit on the sofa, cross legged and then grab my phone off the coffee table. I then decide now is a good time to read the mass of texts that I've got.
[8:59am] Wes: Text me when you're awake, we need a serious talk Jennel…
[9:37am] Wes: I am serious Jennel you better text me when you wake up otherwise I will turn up at Demi's.
I groan before texting him back, the texts off Jillian are probably the same as the texts off Wes and right now I don't fucking care what Jess has to say to me. I begin texting Wes back as Demi sits next to me.
[2:39pm] Jennel: Okay I'm awake, no need to turn up at Demi's. We don't need to talk Wes I'm fine…
"Wes was going to turn up here?" Demi asks as I lean against her, she places her arm around me and then turns the TV on.
"Yea, he gets a little too overprotective sometimes."
"I can see that." Demi replies as my phone vibrates in my hand, I unlock it and then open the message.
"So where's Marissa?" I ask as I read the message off Wes.
"She's gone out with Lauren, something about a new jacket I don't know." Demi replies as I finish reading the message.
[2:45pm] Wes: We do need to talk Jennel, I can't go through this again, and I can't see you in that state. Do you know how hard it was for me to see you like that? To walk into your room and find you in that state covered in blood, drunk and lifeless. Please don't do this to me again Jennel because I won't be able to take it. I fixed you once but I don't know if I can do it again.
I sigh then turn and notice that Demi was reading the message as well, I move away from her and she just runs her fingers through her hair while staring at me. I simply smile at her and then begin to text Wes back.
[2:48pm] Jennel: You won't go through it again Wes, I told you that it would never happen again. I can't do this to you Wes, you're my best friend and I don't want to hurt you. I'm doing fine it was one night Wes, just one night that I let everything go. Can you blame me though? Have you seen the mess that my life is?
"So are you ever going to tell me what Wes had to deal with? What he had to see? Why he saw you covered in blood and lifeless?" Demi asks, no longer staring at me, she's just staring in front of her. "Jennel answer me."
"Demi its noth-"
"Don't say it's nothing, just fucking answer me." She says, cutting me off.
"I-I um…after the whole Spencer and Mia thing my life was a wreck, I couldn't do anything. I stayed in bed all day and went out every night, drinking and fucking anyone. Wes was always there to pick me up when I needed him to." I reply, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks as I remember the way Wes used to look at me when I get in to the drunken mess I was. The way he looked at me when I was lay in a hospital bed, my wrists bandaged up and hooked up to a drip after getting my stomach pumped.
"Carry on." Demi mumbles, finally looking at me, she leans forward and wipes the tears off my cheeks.
"H-He walked into my room one night, Jess was away and I wouldn't answer his texts or calls. I hadn't been in school for weeks so he turned up at mine, the living room was trashed. The kitchen was a mess and when he walked into my room I was slumped on the floor with blood pouring out of my wrists and a bottle of vodka next to me."
"Jennel open this fucking door now!"
"Wes fuck off!" I yell, throwing a picture frame towards the door, it smashes and falls to the ground. I glance down at my wrists and then weakly take another mouthful of vodka as the door bursts open and Wes stands there staring at me.
"Don't do this to me Jennel, don't you dare fucking leave me!" I hear Wes scream as he races towards me. My eyes slowly shut as I see him get closer to me, tears rolling down his face, I feel him grab my wrists before wrapping something around them. He slaps my face slightly to get me to open my eyes, I open them slightly and his face now had blood smeared on it.
"W-wes leave n-now." I manage to stutter out while attempting to shove him away from me but failing. I fall backwards and then feel him scoop me up before carrying me out of my room; he places me on the sofa. He then wraps my wrists up again while he rings the paramedics in a panic.
"Send me a fucking ambulance…she's fucking dying don't scream at me just send help…I don't know there's blood everywhere pleas just send help!" I hear his scream as my eyes begin to close again, I hear him walk towards me and then feel him lifting my head up as he sits down. He places my head on his lap and begins to run his fingers through my hair while whispering things to me.
I'm sat on the corner of the sofa, as far away from Demi as possible with my knees pulled up to my chest. Tears rolling down my cheeks as I stare at the coffee table in front of me, I've blocked everything out, and just stare at the coffee table. My hands come up to my face as I wipe the tears away, Demi attempts to move closer to me but I just move away again.
I know what's going to happen and I don't want it to happen, Wes isn't here to calm me down. It's been over a year since this has happened and Wes was there to get me through it. What if Demi doesn't know what to do? What if she panics and it gets worse. What if I can't stop it? Okay Jennel stop thinking like this you're going to make it worse.
"Jennel will you look at me, you're scaring me!" I hear Demi scream at me, but I keep my eyes locked on the coffee table.
"R-ring W-Wes." I manage to get out, I feel Demi take my phone out of my hand and then feel her get off the sofa as my eyes remain on the coffee table. I'm attempting to even my breathing out because I know if I don't and Wes isn't here that I'll be a mess, I need him here.
I begin to shake; my hands tremble as I bring them to my face again, feeling beads of sweat begin to form on my forehead. My chest begins to tighten, I go light headed and my breaths become shorter. I grip on to the t-shirt I'm wearing while I continue to shake, Demi rushes back over to me and attempts to get me to look at her. I ignore her waving her hand in front of my face and keep my eyes focused on the table.
"W-Wes."
"He's on his way; he's at the coffee shop with Jillian so he'll be here in a minute." Demi blurts out as I begin to grip tighter on to the t-shirt. "Jennel just breath for me, you need to try and relax." Demi continues, running her fingers through my hair. I whimper slightly as my chest continues to tighten, making it even harder for me to breathe. I begin clawing at my chest, I did this when this used to happen all the time, I don't know but I did. Wes had to pin me down once because I was beginning to break the skin.
I used to be able to control these, when Wes wasn't there and Spencer was screaming at me I could get myself out of these. It's been that long since I've had one I'm just full on panicking right now. Demi is rubbing circles on my back while attempting to calm me down. There's a knock at the door and Demi gets off the sofa and then begins making her way towards the door, swinging it open once she's near it.
"It's alright Jen, I'm here. Look at me Jennel." Wes says, cupping my face and forcing me to look at him. "Listen to my voice alright, I'm here and I'm not leaving you. I'm sorry for getting angry I just can't lose you again." He whispers into my hair while slowly rubbing circles on to my back. I fall against him and tightly grip on to his shirt, my breathing still fast and heavy.
"Wes is she going to be alright?" I hear Demi ask as she closes the door and then makes her way towards us. There is a tone of panic in her voice, it sounds like she's about to cry. Wes pushes me off him slightly before looking up at Demi, I can't do this. This is scaring me; I've not had his feeling in almost a year, why now? Why at all? I thought I was over all of this, over relying on Wes to keep this from happening.
"She'll be okay in a few minutes."
"Do you need anything?"
"Get me a glass of water please." Wes says, kneeling in front of me before looking into my eyes. "Focus on me Jennel, ignore everything else, and listen to my voice. Breathe in slowly and then breathe out again, remember how the doctor told you how to do it, come on Jennel just remember what he told you to do." He says to me as Demi hands him a glass of water; he places it on the floor. I glance up and see Demi stood behind him, a look of panic on her face, tears rolling down her cheeks. She runs her fingers through her hair as Wes turns my face so I'm looking at him again.
"Jennel, I said look at me, come on just focus on me, and forget everything else that's around you. Right now it's just me and you in here nothing else." He says cupping my face and wiping away the tears that I didn't even think were there anymore.
I look into his eyes as he places my hands on his shoulders; I focus on the small lines on his face, the weekend stubble look he's got going on. The way his hair flicks out from underneath his hat and curls up slightly and how it gets lighter at the ends. The small freckle just to the side of his bottom lip, the dimples that appear every time he speaks to me.
He places his hands on my face and begins to steady my breathing my making me copy how he's breathing. He hands me the glass of water and makes me take a sip before taking the glass off me again.
"Okay Jennel, keep your eyes on mine, copy my breathing Jennel. Come on you are nearly out of this, just concentrate on your breathing."
I close my eyes before taking a deep breath and then breathing out again before opening my eyes and staring into Wes' eyes.
"Are you feeling better?" He asks, sitting next to me and then pulling me against him, my arms wrap around him as my head rests on his chest. He begins to run his fingers through my hair and I begin to sob against his chest.
"I'm sorry Wes."
"Jennel it's okay."
"N-no it's not, I s-shouldn't have gone out. I-I shouldn't have r-rang you, and I h-hate myself for d-doing this to you." I mumble against him, he pushes me away from him slightly and he shakes his head at me as he looks into my eyes.
"Jennel I'm telling you that it's okay, I just don't want you to end up like you did last time. You have Demi now, Spencer is gone, you have someone that cares about you a whole damn lot and she's never going to hurt you like he did so I know that it won't end up like that again. I just get scared that it might and I won't be there to save you."
"I-I'm still sorry."
"Are you going to tell me why you went out then?" He asks, kissing the top of my head as Demi smiles at Wes before sitting down on the chair next to the sofa.
"Jess said that I'm a mess, that I-I never wanted M-Mia. T-that I'm going to fall apart soon, I shouldn't be with Demi, I shouldn't be having parties and getting high. That I'm the way I am because I want the fucking attention."
"I don't think she meant it, I think it was just in the heat of the moment Jennel. You know how much you mean to her." He says, still running his fingers through my hair before kissing the top of my head again.
"What if she's right though? What if I am a mess, I mean look at my life, look at how many people I've have meaningless sex with because Spencer fucked me up."
"But you're getting better Jennel, you've got Demi and I've never seen you happier. Yes there is the issue of a slightly jealous CeCe but she's easy to handle."
"And I'm not going to leave you Jennel, you are the best thing to ever happen to me." Demi says, getting off the chair and then kneeling in front of me. "You make me feel happy, you make me smile and I love you Jennel Garcia." She continues, leaning forward and then pressing her lips against mine.
"I hate the ruin the emotional moment but that was hot." Wes says as Demi pulls away, we both slap him at the same time and he just pouts at us. "Anyway, Jennel you need to go home, Jess rang me six times today she's worried about you."
"I don't want to go home, I can't deal with another disapproving rant off my goody two shoes sister." I mutter as Demi sits on the other side of me, great now I'm going to get forced to go by both of them, woo fucking hoo.
"I'll come in with you Jennel, she just needs to know that you're okay."
I run my fingers through my hair as I hear Demi's phone go off, she groans and then reaches over the arms of the sofa to grab her phone. She sits down again while unlocking her phone and then opening the message. I watch her read the text before she passes me her phone
[3:48pm] Unknown number: (Attachment) Looks like little lover girl likes going out without her teacher… she also likes dancing with random girls, but I guess that's how you two met