Demi P.O.V

It was Friday, the day I'd have to go round to Emily's after school. She didn't know that as of yet, but she would in about three minutes. The behaviour of Emily had gotten weird lately, she was no longer sending me her 'death' glares that were meant to intimidate me but never did, she hadn't been paying much attention to me, which I couldn't be happier about.

It was definitely weird though how one week she could be all bitchy and downright mean to me and then the next ignores me and doesn't even acknowledge my existence. Something was up with her, I didn't care because I hated her, but still there was definitely something.

I looked up and saw Nick grinning mindlessly at me. Shrugging my shoulders and mouthing over to him 'what' he pulled out his phone and surely text me. My phone vibrated against my leg, startling me slightly. Checking to make sure the teachers back was to the board I swiped my phone out quickly and read the text in my head.

Concentrate Lovato, this is important. Stop daydreaming about me...that's for later.

I rolled my eyes and slipped my phone back into my pocket, careful that I didn't miss my pocket and for the phone to be smashed on the floor and probably be confiscated.

"Right listen up, we have around ten minutes left of the lesson before school finishes, I want you to pack all you things away and as soon as you're done I have announcement." She spoke quickly and turned, rubbing off the drawings and words from the board.

It's amazing how one word can turn the whole class into hysterics. Immediately everyone started cleaning up their balled bits of paper from the floor, scribbling down the last notes and putting their necessary textbooks back into their bags, waiting for this so called announcement.

"There is a project due for Monday morning on Romeo and Juliet, I will give you all the scene I want you to act out and as of first thing Monday you will be reciting the play with your fellow group members."

"Do we choose out groups?" Brad shouted out, hopeful that he could be paired with his friends otherwise he's be screwed as he can't really act without his friends helping him.

"No the groups have been chosen already and are as follows; Jay Bryan, Elise Croft, Jamie Carter, that's group one and you'll be doing the fighting scene with Mercutio and Tybalt."

She carried on reading several names each with a certain scene until she reached the final group.

"And finally in group six we have Nick Jonas, Demi Lovato and Emily Munroe. You will be doing the first meeting scene with Romeo and Juliet at the ball." A few groans and 'ohhs' were heard from the room.

Nick winked at me, telling me I had to act annoyed.

"This is a joke right?" I glanced at Miss Simpson, slumping back in my chair. Ignoring my sudden outburst she carried on.

"Get into your groups for the final five minutes and discuss." She waved her hands and sat down at her desk, scribbling something out of a piece of paper.

Nick jumped up and squeezed into the seat next to me as Emily made her way over to us timidly.

"Right I don't know about you, but can we just put our differences aside and focus on this project, I actually want to get a good grade." I spoke calmly, grabbing onto Nick's hand under the table.

"Exactly what I was going to say."

"We're not going to act like friends, because we're not. But we have to co-operate otherwise we'll fail, got it?" I widened my eyes and waited on her answer.

"Got it."

"Where are we going to rehearse?" Her head shot up from the ground at looked over at me.

"We could rehearse at mine?" She kept her eyes on mine, waiting on my response.

"Perfect."

"I can't do tonight, I have practice." Nick jumped in, silencing Emily's voice as she opened her mouth.

"What about Saturday and Sunday?" She crossed her legs and leaned her elbows on the edge of the table.

"We can't do that either, we're in Detroit visiting my family." Nick spoke with a believable tone to his voice and an excuse.

"Okay, what time do you finish practice?" She wouldn't look him in the eyes, was that guilt or just embarrassment?

"Seven." He stated clearly, stopping the chain of thought that was currently working in her head.

"Demi and I could practice at mine until then perfecting our scene and then you could come later because your script isn't hard to remember and plus you can practice with Demi in Detroit?" She picked at her nails, taking her eyes off of Nick and shooting to the ground.

"Sounds good."

"Class dismissed."

"Have fun baby, I'll see you at seven." He pressed his lips to mine, savouring in the taste of my strawberry lip balm.

Emily coughed awkwardly as she stood up from her seat and grabbed her bag waiting on me.

"You ready to go?"

I pulled away from Nick's lips, already missing them and nodded, bending down to pick up my bag, Nick slapped my ass causing me to fall forwards slightly only to be saved by Nick's strong hands protecting my from hitting the ground.

"Let's go." I followed Emily out of the room and turned back to wink at Nick before getting lost in the crowds of students, ready and excited for the weekend.

There must have been at least ten people turn their heads when they saw Emily and I walking together in such close quarters. I shrugged them off and followed Emily until we reached her car, which of course had to be a Mercedes Benz; my dream car.

"Nice car."

"Thanks my dad bought it for me for my eighteenth." My heart stopped beating for a second I swear because I suddenly felt a whole load of pain shoot around my heart.

Shaking my head to get rid of the tears that had pooled in my eyes, I climbed into the car. I hated her even more now.

He got her a car, not just any car, my dream car; he knows that's what I've always wanted. Guess what he got me? Nothing. He would happily spend thousands on his other daughter but even sending me card is too much for him to handle.

I hated him.

I didn't want to admit it because he's my dad, my only parent left but I do. I hate him more than anyone in the world. Even more than his so called amazingly, talented other daughter.

Two hours.

That's it.

Two hours until his world comes crashing down.

So far Nick's plan had been working smoothly, no bumps in the road as of yet.

Nick never planned to come in; he just set the time as seven because he knew that 'dad' arrives back at their house at five.

He told me he'd be waiting outside from four, just in case he comes home earlier.

I had to put my acting skills to the test and show my dad how I really felt about him.

After tonight, he's going to wish he never lied to us.

I'm done with him.

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