Selena's POV

I smirked up at Miss. Lovato who smiled at me kindly.

"Selena, why have you been so late to homeroom and both of my lessons? It's the first day and you're really not giving off a very good impression are you?" She asked me. I looked down at the desk in front of me and suddenly felt guilty for being late.

"I don't know… I was late this morning because I didn't hear the bell; I was late first lesson because I went to the toilets & I really don't know how I managed to be so late last lesson." I explained to her. She tutted at me and pulled a chair up to the other side of the desk to sit opposite me.

"Okay then… Nick Jonas who I've sat you next to, I can't help thinking that you two are more than friends?" She asked me curiously. I shrugged at her and suddenly felt awkward.

"What would make you think that?" I asked her, wondering how she knew about that considering no one had actually told her about it as far as I'm aware, and we weren't exactly making out or anything.

"I saw you holding hands underneath the table and I saw him constantly stroking your leg but you batting his hand away." She stated with a knowing smile. I nodded to tell her we were dating and she carried on. "From what I've seen you really don't look to happy about being with him." She stated. It wasn't a question it was a statement and it was a very correct statement. I didn't nod to agree nor did I shake my head to disagree. I just looked down at the table feeling a cross between guilty and sick.

"I was right then. Can I ask why you're dating him if you aren't happy with him?" She asked me. The lump in my throat grew bigger as I tried to find the words to explain.

"Can you keep a secret?" I asked her, feeling absurdly like a 5 year old asking their friend to keep a secret for them.

"If you ask me not to tell anybody I won't say anything, no." She told me, tucking her chair underneath the table more and waiting for me to tell her what I was going to say. This was it, this was the second time I would admit my 'big thing' to anyone.

"I… well, he's, like, the guy every girl in school has a crush on, he asked me out so obviously I said yes because otherwise I'd start getting questions and stuff that I don't want, so I agreed to date him." I said slowly. Miss. Lovato was listening to everything I was saying, you could tell from the look on her face. I didn't continue; I waited for what she was going to say next.

"What is it about him that you don't like then, that every other girl apparently does?" She asked me, curiosity lacing her every word.

"I… It's… well, there's nothing wrong with him and I probably should like him… but the only thing that I don't like about him is the fact that… he's a boy." I told her, hoping she would understand. I think she did because her facial expression changed from curious to understanding.

"You like girls," She stated again, not a question, a statement. I couldn't make myself say yes so I just nodded in agreement. "And you're 'in the closet'." She stated yet again. I nodded, and she smiled at me sympathetically. "Do you think it would be too bad if you 'came out'?" She asked me. I scoffed and nodded my head.

"You're new; you don't really know what it's like here. I'm popular, it sounds big-headed but I'm not trying to be, I really am popular. If it ever got out that I'm… like that… everything I've worked for in this school would be ruined. I'd lose all my friends and people would hate me." I told her, thinking how ridiculous it actually sounded.

"Maybe then you'll realise who your true friends are." She told me. I knew she was right but I also knew that I couldn't do that.

"I know that, but I can't." I told her, mirroring my thoughts into words. She nodded her head.

"I know where you're coming from, believe me I do, so I'm not going to pressure you into doing something you're not ready for but I do think you should do it." She said with a reassuring smile. I nodded to let her know that I had acknowledged what she said. "Do your parents know that you're a lesbian?" She asked me. I cringed at the word, I hate it, I would rather identify as gay than lesbian; there's something about the word that I really hate.

"Please don't call me that, I'd rather be called gay, I really hate that word." I told her.

"Sorry, do your parents know you're gay?" she asked again.

"Kind of… My dad doesn't know, he's never around, he's always at work. I told my mom, she's the only one that knows other than you. She's okay with it but she just thinks it's a phase, that I'll be over it soon and that I shouldn't be too quick to label myself. She said that if I'm still gay in a few years then she'll still be okay with it but right now I'm too young to know." I told her. "I don't think it's a phase, I don't believe in phases, I've been this way since I can remember. I think if you've had those kinds of thoughts at one point you'll always have them, whether or not you choose to acknowledge them is a different story." I told her. Miss. Lovato nodded in agreement.

"I think you're right there." She stated looking behind her at the clock. "Your half hour's up, you can leave now. If you need anything or have any problems my classroom door is always open." She told me with a smile. I nodded and picked up my bag to leave. "Try to be on time tomorrow. I don't want to have to give you detention again." She said with a smile. I nodded and returned the smile before leaving the classroom and the small, starting the five minute walk home.

I got into my house ten minutes later and was greeted by my mom who was sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Hey honey, where have you been?" She asked me before she took a sip of her drink.

"I got detention." I told her casually. She rolled her eyes at me and turned to face me.

"On your first day? What did you do this time?" She asked me with an amused smile. I poured myself a mug of the coffee from the machine and sat opposite my mom at the kitchen table.

"I was late, my new tutor thing + English teacher gave me the detention because I was late to homeroom and both of my English lessons. She's actually really nice but I didn't think she would be before I spoke to her in detention. She's pretty hot as well." I added in casually. My mom shook her head with a smile and stirred her coffee.

"You think this woman's hot, your grades aren't going to suffer because of this will it?" she asked with a concerned look on her face. I shook my head to tell her that they wouldn't and she nodded.

"So aside from getting detention did you have a good day?" She asked me.

"Yeah it wasn't too bad, me and the girls all had a good catch up and I realised that I missed them all quite a bit." I told my mom who nodded.

"Yeah… Oh, I got you a present, it's in the living room if you want to go and get it. It's on the coffee table." She said. I nodded and got up, heading into the living room where there was a large box on the coffee table wrapped in white paper. I picked the box up and carried it into the kitchen where my mom was.

"What is it?" I asked her as I begun unwrapping it. I grinned as I realised that what I was unwrapping was one of those new HD 3D TV's. I hugged my mom thankfully and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you mom!" I said excitedly as I read the features of the TV on the side of the box. It was 46 inches and had a built in DVD player and free-view.

"I was shopping today and saw it; I thought you'd like it." She said with a smile. I grinned back excitedly and opened the top of the box.

Miss. Lovato's POV

I got home and parked my truck on the driveway. I locked it and went into my house. Walking in I almost tripped over a brown box in the doorway that was labelled 'Lindsay's crap.' I kicked it in frustration of her and her shit getting in the way, yet again, and headed into the living room. My first day of teaching had gone really well, I was really pleased with it. The school seemed really nice and the students were mostly all respectful and there to learn. I only had to give one detention and Selena Gomez, the girl who I gave the detention too, didn't seem like a trouble maker or anything.

I put the TV on and picked my laptop up from next to me on the couch. I logged onto Facebook and saw that I had five friend requests from other teachers in the school who I'd spoken to during the day and accepted them. I also had a new message from Lindsay.

I'll see you tonight at 4 to get my stuff. Hope you had a good first day.

Today at: 09.37AM

I looked at the clock in the corner of the laptop screen and saw that I had around a minute until four o'clock and quickly set a status; letting my friends know I'd had a good first day at work since I'd gotten about thirteen comments on my wall wishing me good luck this morning. As soon as the status was set my doorbell rang and I knew it was Lindsay.

I opened the door and saw her for the first time in three weeks. She hadn't changed at all. She was quite butch; she was muscly and had short spikey black hair. She was slightly taller than me but only by about an inch. She worked as a Gym trainer and had done since she was nineteen.

We were dating; we were together for a year and three days before we split up. She lived with me in my house and was picking up the last of her stuff which I'd put in boxes. I was quite happy to burn it.

Why do I hate her so much? The bitch cheated on me for seven months with her 'best friend.' I found out about it when she left her Facebook open on my laptop and a chat window popped up with said best friend. I was devastated when I found out; I really thought that she could be the one, but apparently not. Looking back I realise how oblivious I'd been; of course they were together.

"Hey Demi." She muttered shyly.

"Your stuff's over there." I told her coldly. She nodded and started carrying boxes out to her car.

Once she'd taken her sixth and final box out to the car she came back and said she needed to speak to me. Me being the submissive person I was said she could have five minutes.

We went into the living room and sat on the couch. I turned the TV off and turned to face her.

"I broke up with Millie." She said, starting the conversation. I didn't have anything to say to it, I just scoffed at her to let her know that I was not impressed. "I realised that it's you that I love, not her." She carried on, realising that I wasn't going to respond.

"Don't, Lindsay."

"No, please let me say this. It's you that I love, not her. I was stupid to cheat on you and I know that now. I didn't realise what I had until I lost it and now, I will do anything to get you back. Please, Demi… Please take me back." She pleaded with sadness visible in her eyes. I looked away from her. I couldn't say no to her face.

"I can't take you back, Lindsay. You cheated on me. You shattered my heart. Do you know that I cried for a week over you? I almost called the school to let them know that I couldn't teach there because I was too depressed. I can't go back there and get my heart broken again. I'm going to move on and you should too." I told her, standing up. She stood up as well, looking like she was about to cry. She never cried.

"I can't move on from you. I love you too much." She said as a single tear escaped her eye which she wiped away quickly with the back of her hand.

"You need to leave now." I told her as I led her to the front door. She stood by the door and shook her head.

"I can't go until you realise how sorry I am." She said standing in front of me looking into my eyes.

"Leave or I will call the cops." I told her, pulling my phone out of my pocket to prove that I was serious.

"Okay, I'm going. Goodbye." She whispered, kissing my cheek. I closed the door behind her and wiped my cheek with my sleeve. I felt disgusted with myself for letting her touch me after everything she did to me so I literally ran upstairs for a shower. I knew now that I needed to get Lindsay out of my head.

Once I was done in the shower I got changed into something more comfortable than my school clothes; a black t-shirt & a pair of light blue baggy jeans with K-Swiss sneakers. I dried my hair and put it in a loose pony-tail. I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 4.45 so I decided, to get Lindsay out of my head, I'd text Kristin.

Hey Kris, do you want to go for coffee tonight? x

I sent it, knowing she would. She texted back about ten seconds later with a reply.

Hey Demi, yeah sure, I'll meet you at Starbucks in twenty minutes? x

I smiled and told her I'd be there. I knew Kristen had a huge crush on me and she had done for about a year and in all honesty she wasn't half bad. I definitely wouldn't kick her out of bed.

It took about fifteen minutes for me to get to Starbucks from my house in the car so I figured I may as well just leave.

I arrived at Starbucks and went to the counter where I brought two skinny caramel lattes and went over to a table in a corner. I looked out the window and waited for Kristen to pull up in her Range Rover. I saw a red Porsche pull in then I saw Selena get out of the driving seat with a woman who looked about thirty. They walked in laughing quietly and the woman went to order. Selena scanned the room for a table and her eyes fell on me. She smiled at me and walked over to me.

"Hey, Miss. Lovato." She said with a smile.

"Hey Selena, it's just Demi when we're not in school. How're you?" I asked her.

"I'm good thanks, my mom's giving me a driving lesson and we decided to stop and get coffee." She said. I was quite surprised that the woman was her mom, she couldn't possibly have been any older than thirty five.

"That's your mom? Wow, she looks really young." I said looking behind Selena at the woman who was carrying two coffee's over to us.

"Yeah, she had me when she was sixteen. Hey mom." She said turning to face her mom who had now reached us and handed Selena her coffee.

"Hey honey, who's your friend?" She asked Selena who blushed slightly. I chuckled and put my hand out to shake Mrs Gomez's hand. She smiled and shook back.

"I'm Demi Lovato, I'm Selena's English teacher." I introduced myself, seeing that Selena wasn't going to do it.

"I'm Mandy, Selena's mother." She said back. I nodded and stopped shaking her hand. "Don't think me rude but aren't you a little too young to be a teacher?" She asked me, trying not to sound rude. I chuckled quietly and shook my head.

"I'm twenty-two. I was moved up a grade in Elementary school and I've just finished college so, here I am." I said with a smile. I looked at the door and saw Kristen walk in. Selena noticed that Kristen was the person I was waiting for and left with her mom after saying goodbye.

I waved at Kristen and she walked over. I got up and kissed her cheek softly.

She was very pretty; she's twenty three and skinny but not really muscly like Lindsay. She had long blonde hair that reached down to her armpits and nicely sized breasts. She always dressed nice; she was a proper lipstick lesbian. Today she was wearing a short black low-cut dress that went to around her mid-thighs and a push up bra. She was nicely tanned as well, probably because she'd just got back from spending a month in Mexico.

"So how've you been?" She asked after she'd sat down opposite me. I shrugged and took a sip of my latte.

"Okay. I broke up with Lindsay." I told her with a proud smile. She smiled back; she'd told me to break up with her for about three months, I didn't want to believe her when she told me that I was being played. "You were right about her cheating on me. I can't believe I was naïve enough to not see it." I told her with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry." She said. I shook my head to tell her it was okay and she carried on speaking. "Is there anyone else on the dating scene for you then?" she asked me curiously. I shook my head again to tell her no and once again, she carried on. "W-Would you… maybe like to go out with me some time then? If you don't want to it's okay, I totally don't mind." She said nervously. I smiled at her and she smiled back at me.

"I would love to go out with you some time." I told her as I leant across the table to kiss her softly on the lips. She smiled into the kiss and rested her hand softly on my cheek.

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