Selena's POV

I woke up the next morning to the feeling of Demi's body pressed tightly against mine and her arm still slung lazily around my waist. I had a splitting headache and I felt like I was about to throw up at any minute. I crawled out of the bed, being careful not to wake Demi up, and went my en-suite. My head was spinning and the cold from the tiled floor shot through my feet like a thousand knives. I went and knelt by the toilet, ready to throw up because I knew it was coming.

Five minutes later and it happened. I threw up the contents of my stomach into the toilet and quickly washed my face. The whole time I was being careful not to wake Demi from her slumber. I quickly brushed my teeth and gargled with some mouthwash to get rid of the taste of sick from my mouth.

When I was done in the bathroom I felt slightly better and went into the kitchen. I passed through the living room and saw about twelve empty bottles scattered around the room and the three glasses on the coffee table. When I reached the kitchen I went straight to the medicine cupboard and grabbed the packet of aspirin.

I took two with a glass of water then filled another two glasses with water. I took the glasses and the packet of aspirin upstairs and put one glass and two pills in my mom's room on the shelf by her bed, and put the other in my room with two pills on the nightstand.

I went back downstairs and cleaned up the bottles, throwing them all into the recycling bin. I put the glasses in the dishwasher and switched it on, before getting the frying pan out of the cupboard.

I started cooking bacon for breakfast and after half an hour I had prepared three bacon sandwiches, ate one and tidied up.

I put my mom's onto a tray with a sachet of ketchup which I opened ready for her, and took it up to her room. I put it on the shelf next to the glass of water and aspirin, then went downstairs to get Demi's.

I did the same with Demi's but I put a sachet of brown sauce and a sachet of barbeque sauce with it as well as the ketchup because I didn't know what she liked. I made her a glass of orange juice as well and carried it all up to my room.

When I got in there the aspirin was gone along with some of the water and Demi wasn't in the bed. I heard her being sick in the bathroom and set the tray down on the nightstand. I quickly went into the bathroom where Demi was leaning over the toilet throwing up. I went up behind her and bunched her hair up in my hands to hold it back for her.

"Are you done?" I asked her kindly after a few minutes of her just sitting there.

"I think so. Thanks." She said as she got up and looked around the room. I grabbed the bottle of mouthwash from the sink and passed it to her. "Thanks." She muttered again as she took it and used some.

"I made you breakfast, it's on the bed." I told her as we walked out of the en-suite and back to the bedroom. Demi smiled when she saw the tray and sat on the bed with the tray on her lap. I sat next to her and turned the TV on, flicking to Disney channel.

"Thank you, this is lovely." She said after swallowing a bite of her sandwich. I blushed slightly, and then turned to the TV. Sonny Monroe, played by Mitchie Torres, was dressed as a bee, rapping on stage. It was the pilot episode of Sonny with a Chance.

"Disney Channel?" Demi asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, I err… have a slight major crush on Mitchie Torres. She's gorgeous." I said, with a blush creeping back to my cheeks. Demi laughed quietly and took another bite of the sandwich.

"She's okay, I prefer the girl that plays Alex Russo on Wizards of Waverly Place. What's her name? Mikayla something isn't it?" she asked as she racked her brain for the name.

"Mikayla Hartwell?" I asked her. Demi nodded and the conversation ended. She finished her sandwich and I carried on watching Sonny with a Chance.

"I err… was a little drunk last night, wasn't I?" Demi asked when she finished the sandwich and we had been sitting watching my TV for a little while.

"Just a tad." I told her with a sarcastic chuckle.

"I'm really sorry you had to see me like that…" She trailed off. I knew there was more coming so I didn't say anything. "I… We didn't do anything last night that we shouldn't have, did we?" she asked me nervously, keeping her eyes fixed on her finger nails.

"We didn't do anything to bad… you kind of kissed me after I helped you change, and you tried to get me to sleep with you but I didn't let you because I know you could go to prison for it and stuff." I told her, just as nervously. Demi banged the back of her head hard against the wall and cursed repeatedly under her breath.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Selena, I'm so, so, so unbelievably sorry. You have to understand that I was really drunk and I would never have done anything like that whilst I was sober." She said worriedly as she kept banging her head against the wall. I put my hand behind her head to stop her doing it again.

"Don't worry about it, its fine. You were really drunk and I was quite drunk myself. Don't worry, I won't go to the police or tell anyone about it. We can just completely forget about it." I said as the both of us turned a deep red.

"Thank you, I'm so sorry." She said again.

"Its fine… do you want a make-up wipe? You kind of left your makeup on last night." I said, she still looked rough, like she'd wet her hand and dragged it down her face.

"Yeah… do I look that bad?" she asked as she looked up in the mirror by my bed and burst out in a fit of laughter. I looked at myself to see that I didn't look much better and joined her in her laughter. I grabbed the packet of makeup wipes from my shelf and passed her a couple. We spent about twenty minutes getting all the makeup off all together and just after we'd finished my mom had come into my room to find us.

"Thanks for breakfast whoever made it. The aspirin helped as well. Demi was the guest room okay for you?" My mom asked with a smile. She didn't think that Demi had shared my bed with me.

"Yeah, the bed's really lovely. Thank you for letting me sleep over, Mandy. I'll get dressed quickly and leave you to do whatever it is that you do." Demi said politely.

"Nonsense, don't rush yourself. Stay until you're ready to leave. I'll go and tidy up downstairs." My mom said, just as politely back.

"Oh you guys don't get all polite again. If you'd seen yourselves last night you really wouldn't be bothered with the politeness. Just act normally for goodness sake." I complained as I got up and went into my closet to pick out some clothes. I grabbed some grey jogging bottoms and my purple Nike hoodie.

"Sorry. But yeah, you can stay until you're ready." My mom said, slightly more casually when I re-emerged from my closet. She closed my bedroom door and left to go and do whatever she does.

"Do you… would you mind if I borrowed some clothes? I can wash them over night and give you them back on Monday." She asked me nervously. I chuckled and went into the closet again. I called her and she came in. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of my closet.

"Your closet is bigger than my bedroom." She stated in complete awe. I laughed and then realised she was serious.

"Wow. You can err, pick anything it doesn't matter." I told her as she spun around to look at all the clothes that were on racks around the closet and the bags and shoes that aligned the floor. There was a large empty space in the middle where we were standing that I usually used to change in.

"Thanks." She said as she picked out a grey baggy David and Goliath t-shirt with the boy in the stupid factory. She picked a pair of black jogging bottoms and some black Nike trainers. "I'll just borrow these if that's okay with you then I'll wash them and bring them in on Monday for you." She said as she showed me what she'd picked.

"Yeah its fine, you can just keep them if you want. I have plenty of clothes so I'm not exactly going to miss them. I was going to chuck that tee out anyway." I told her as I realised that it was the t-shirt that I was going to put in a charity bag when I got a minute.

"No, no, no. I'll bring it in for you on Monday. Can I change in your bathroom?" She asked me as we walked out of the closet. I sat on my bed and nodded. Demi went into the bathroom and closed the door, locking it behind her. I couldn't help but let my mind run back to the previous night, Demi's underwear clad body was so beautiful and it was just on the other side of the door. It actually cannot be humanly possible for a teacher to be so hot, can it?

A month later.

Since Demi stayed at ours that night she had been over again to give me my clothes back because she forgot in school. She only stayed for one drink then left to get back to Kristen. A month passed and our kiss wasn't spoken of nor remembered. At lunch and break times when I would go to her classroom we talked but as friends, nothing happened and nothing was going to happen.

I was in Homeroom ten minutes early chatting shit to Miss. Lovato when the door knocked and Mrs Jacobs was standing there with a blonde haired girl. She looked about my age and I hadn't seen her before. She was pretty and skinny; her hair went to her mid back and was in a loose pony-tail. She had a small amount of makeup on and was wearing a checked shirt buttoned up with the top three buttons undone to show her cleavage and her light blue ripped skinny jeans. She looked shy and was kind of hiding behind Mrs Jacobs.

"Good morning Mrs Jacobs, how can I be of assistance to you?" Miss. Lovato asked kindly shooting a small smile at the shy girl behind her, who smiled back at her. It was barely noticeable but it was so pretty.

"Good Morning Miss. Lovato, Selena. This is Alyssa; she's a new student who is starting with us today. She's going to be in your homeroom group so I brought her here early to get her settled in. Now Alyssa, here's your schedule and if you have any problems throughout the day then my office door is always open. I hope you enjoy it here." Mrs Jacobs explained to the scared girl who was slightly shorter than her. Alyssa didn't respond, she just stood there, unsure of what to do. Mrs Jacobs nodded curtly at Miss. Lovato and me before turning on her heal and leaving.

"Alyssa, welcome to the school. I'm Miss. Lovato and I'll be your homeroom tutor. Any problems, questions or queries then you should come to me about them and I'll try to help." Miss. Lovato said as she got up from her desk and started writing the date on the whiteboard. Alyssa nodded and looked around the room. She locked eyes with me and I smiled at her again. She smiled back but didn't move.

"Uh… Where should I sit?" She asked nervously.

"You can sit next to Selena if you'd like." Miss. Lovato pointed to the empty seat next to me and I smiled at the girl yet again.

"Is that okay with you?" Alyssa asked me with as she edged slowly towards the desk I was sitting at.

"Yeah go for it, I can tell you where all your classes and stuff are if you'd like." I told her as she walked normally towards the desk with a grin plastered on her face. She sat down and put her white handbag on the floor. She passed me her schedule and I looked at it as I got mine out to compare. We had every lesson together except P.E which was only once a week. When she had P.E I had a free period. I just hoped that maybe she wasn't going to freak out when she told her I was gay.

"We're together for pretty much everything so I can show you around if you'd like." I suggested to her as I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket and checked my messages quickly. I turned my head again to face Alyssa and wait for her answer. Her eyes were blue. They shone in the light and were absolutely beautiful.

"Do you mind? I could really do with a friend." She said with a grateful smile.

"I wouldn't go as far as friends… people don't like me very much and if you hang around with me then they'll probably just hate you as well." I told her sadly, knowing that it was going to happen at some point anyway.

"Why on earth would everyone dislike you, you seem perfectly normal to me." She said as she pushed a fallen strand of hair out of her eyes. I looked down at my hands. I knew Miss. Lovato was listening to the conversation and I knew she was waiting to see if I told Alyssa what was wrong with me and what her reaction would be.

"I'm not normal to everyone else though… I like girls. You can feel free to go and sit somewhere else if you want." I admitted quietly. During the month since Miss. Lovato came to our house people weren't too bad. No one spoke to me except from Meg and I often got called names in the hallway and whispered about. I got my bag stolen but I wasn't sure who took it so my mom replaced everything that was in it and got me a couple of new bags. A few moments passed and Alyssa hadn't moved.

"That's pretty cool." She said with a reassuring smile.

"You're not freaked out?" I asked her partly in shock. She shook her head. "Why not, other people would. Other people did." I told her sadly.

"I'm not other people though. I'm not going to run away just because you're gay. You like girls, so what, Big deal. I like girls." She said sarcastically but made her voice serious again when she said that she liked girls too.

"You do?" I asked her, unsure of whether or not she was joking.

"Yeah, it's no big deal." She said with a grin. I quickly looked up to see Miss. Lovato smile at me and went back to speaking to Alyssa.

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