Selena's POV

The movie was funny. I think. In all fairness we spent most of the time on the back row making out, after we'd checked that the only other people in there were a couple in their mid-twenties nearer to the front and a group of about twenty young children, there for someone's birthday.

After the movie I decided to take Demi out for dinner. We didn't go anywhere fancy, just to hooters.

"Two burgers with fries and a large coke to share please." I ordered after a blonde woman with huge breasts came over to take our order. She wrote it down and left, whilst I watched Demi quickly scan the room for anyone from school. It was risky, going on a date in a very public place, but every other couple got to do it.

"There's no-one here that we know. We're good." She said with a smile. I grinned at her and took her hand in mine across the table.

"So it doesn't matter if I kiss you then?" I asked her.

"I would be more than happy if you did."

I leant forward and captured her lips softly in my own across the table. It was so great being able to kiss her in public, it felt natural and right. We only broke apart when the waitress from earlier cleared her throat from beside the table.

"Here's your coke ladies, your food should be here shortly." She said awkwardly as a blush crept its way onto Demi's cheeks. I giggled quietly at her, triggering a glare from her sent in my direction. I knew it was only a joking glare, but it was quite scary.

"Thank you, sorry about that." Demi apologised embarrassedly. I held back my urge to giggle again as the waitress replied.

"It's no problem, I'll be back soon with your food." She told us with a clearly practised and fake grin. I faked a grin back at her and she left. Demi kicked me under the table and I quickly turned to face her.

"Whaaaat?" I whined at her like a child.

"You just gave her a really sarcastic smile… we're going to get spit in our burgers or floor-fries or something now!" Demi whined, desperately trying to cover her smile. I chuckled at her and shook my head.

"It's okay, whatever one she gives to me, I'll swap with you so you can have the spit floor food. Thanks for caring so much babe." I told her cheekily with a wink.

"You're lucky you're cute, I don't think I can kick you again." She replied. I smiled and leant across to quickly peck her lips. Her lips were sweet from the coke and slightly sticky from the amount of sugar in it but it was still nice.

"Do you think you'll be able to get the time off work to go and visit my grandparents then?" I asked her hopefully. Demi shrugged and took a sip of the coke.

"I don't really know. Why do you even want me to go, isn't it just a family thing?" She asked me, clearly thinking she would feel out of place there. I would probably feel the same way if I thought I was going to visit my student-girlfriends grandparents.

"I know, but I really want you to meet them. They're great and you're my girlfriend, you should meet all my family. If I had you there it would help with the whole 'coming out' to them thing, rather than having to tell them I'm a le… gay, I could just introduce you as my girlfriend." I lied. Don't get me wrong, I did not like lying to her in the slightest.

"Oh yeah sure… 'Hey nan, hey grandad. This is Demi my girlfriend, oh by the way, she's also my teacher.' Lena baby, I know the conversation went okay with your parents but that was luck. Older people are generally more disgusted by that kind of thing." She told me, sarcastically telling me how the conversation could go. I couldn't help but chuckle at the way she said it. She's so sarcastic but so amazing.

"They'd be fine with me being gay." I told her.

"I'm talking about the teacher thing, dumbass." She said with an eye-roll. I giggled and leant across to peck her lips quickly.

"I know. But please try and come, it'll be great. We don't necessarily have to tell my grandparents that you're my teacher, but you have to come." I told her. If she said she didn't want to come then the whole holiday would completely go to waste.

"Okay I'll come, I'll still have to make sure I can definitely get the time off work though. I'll talk to Mrs Jacobs tomorrow and check; it may be too late notice so she'll probably struggle to find a cover. If she can't find one then I won't be able to come." She explained with a small smile.

"Okay, I just hope she can find one." I said quietly as we watched the waitress from before head over with a tray that had our food on it. As she put the food on the table I couldn't help but smirk at Demi, remembering when she had brought our drinks over. Demi knew what I was thinking and blushed slightly which I thought was so indescribably cute.

"Here's your food ladies, enjoy." She said, slightly bitterly. I resisted my urge to laugh and swapped my food with Demi's.

"What are you doing that for? They're exactly the same." Demi said with a slight confused look.

"You were the one that said about the spit floor food. I told you I'd swap them over so you could take the gross stuff." I told her, sticking my tongue out in a childish manor and taking a fry from the plate that was formerly Demi's.

"You bitch. You're the one that had to be sarcastic with her earlier, you should put up with the dodgy food." She said sadly. I smiled and pecked her lips quickly across the table.

"I know. But it's not gonna happen babe." I told her with a wink, munching on my fries happily. Demi rolled her eyes and pulled the burger apart, clearly checking for spit. I don't think she found any though because she started to eat it cautiously.

"I really hope you can get the time off of work, it'd be great." I said with a smile as I started on my burger and Demi examined her fries.

"Me too. When we've eaten these do you want to go back to yours and watch a film?" she suggested as she slowly ate a small fry.

"Well, really I was thinking that we could go out for the night, like to a club or something. I kinda figured since we're already out…" I trailed off, before taking another bite of my burger.

"You're not old enough to get into a club." She said with her eyebrows furrowed. I grabbed my purse and took out my fake ID card, sliding it across the table to Demi.

"What's this?" She asked me, picking it up. Her eyes widened when she realised what it was. "Please tell me this isn't a fake ID." She said, holding it in front of her face and staring at the picture of me and most likely the date of birth which claimed I was twenty-one.

"Guilty." I told her with a cheeky grin. Demi shook her head at me and looked back at the card.

"Where the hell did you get hold of this?" She asked me.

"I've had it for ages, I used to go clubbing every weekend back when people actually liked me." I told her, reminiscing about the last time I went and ended up holding Meg's hair back for her as she threw up in the toilets… or it might have been her holding my hair back.

"Oh God, now I'm in two minds over what to do here because being your teacher I can't let you go out with an illegal form of identification, but then being your girlfriend I don't want to be a total party pooper." She said as she face-palmed. I took the ID card out of her hand, and she shook her head.

"You shouldn't have that Sel." She said sadly. I really wasn't expecting her to react like this.

"I know, but I thought maybe you might like that we can go out and do normal adult things, because I bet you've missed doing that with your ex-girlfriends?" I asked her.

Obviously, because I was under twenty-one, I couldn't go out drinking, yet Demi was twenty-two, so she could. I knew she'd missed being able to do that.

"I guess, a little, but that doesn't mean I want you to have a fake ID!" She added on quickly. I shrugged my shoulders at her and put it in my bag.

"Baby, you just admitted you miss it, I don't see why we can't go out just for one night so you can have an adult night again." I told her as I finished the last of my burger.

"Okay fine, you win, we can go out tonight, but I'm not happy about your ID."

"Really?" I asked her excitedly.

"Yes really." She said with a small grin.

"Okay cool, where do you want to go?" I asked her.

"We could go to Rubies?" Demi suggested with a shrug. I looked at her confusedly. "It's a lesbian club, it's not far away and it's really popular." She explained with a smile. I didn't even know there was any gay bars around here; shows that my knowledge of my own sexuality is minimal.

"Sounds interesting, what time is it now?" I asked her. Demi pulled her phone from her pocket and looked at the screen.

"Seven. Shall we go back to yours, get ready and go? It opens at eight so we'll probably be there for around nine and that's happy hour. The good entertainment starts at half nine." She said with a naughty grin.

"And by good entertainment you mean…?" I asked her, leaving the sentence hanging for her to finish.

"The strippers and pole dancers." She said as she got up and put her jacket on.

"Well but it bluntly why don't you?" I asked her sarcastically as I put my own jacket on and pulled out a twenty, which I lay on the table for the waitress to take.

"Well you asked." She stated matter-of-factly. I grabbed my purse from the table and we walked outside. It was dark and cold, there were a few cars in the car park, none of which were occupied nor that I recognised.

As we stood by my car Demi pulled me close to her by my jacket and she ended up pressed between me and my car. I knew what she wanted so I leant down to her and kissed her lips softly. She moaned in her throat which caused her lips to vibrate just the tiniest bit.

Her mouth opened slightly and I let my tongue slip in through her lips and meet hers lightly.

It soon turned into a battle between our tongues and didn't end until I couldn't breathe, I was in dire need of air, otherwise, trust me I wouldn't have stopped.

"We need to go so that we can get ready. Kissing in public is going to be risky for us until the day you turn eighteen. Even if we don't recognise anyone, it could still always get back to someone at school. We aren't a normal couple 'Lena and as much as I hate it, public displays of affection are going to have to stay minimal." She explained as she ran her hand through my hair softly.

"I know that, but you were fine with me kissing you in there, what's changed?" I asked her curiously.

"We were inside then, we could see who was around because it was a closed off space. Here anyone could be watching us from anywhere, do you understand that?" she asked me sadly.

"Of course I understand that, I'm not an imbecile." I told her.

"Good, I wasn't implying that you are, but you're younger than me and I presume this is your first risky relationship, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Well then. This is the first time you've ever worried about getting caught and therefore don't understand fully that you have to be so indescribably careful." She told me sadly and we both got into my car.

"I'm not five, I understand that we have to be careful, I know the consequences of all this." I told her, thinking to myself that she should already know that I know all of it.

"I know you're not, baby, but some people find things harder to comprehend than others; I guess you're just a very mature and level-headed young lady." She said with a smile as I started the engine.

"You forgot to mention hot." I said with a wink.

"Sorry… A very mature, level-headed and hot young lady," She corrected before leaning across to peck my cheek softly. I pulled out of the parking space and started the twenty minute drive home.

"That's much better." I joked. Then I realised something. "Dem, you were saying about me never having had a risky relationship before, by that, I take it you have?" I asked her cautiously; unsure of whether or not I would be touching on thin ice.

"Not exactly a risky one, it was when I was younger, your age to be exact. I was seeing a girl who I stayed with for seven and a half months. My parents didn't know about it so we had to hide it from them, they never found out so I have seven and a half months of practice. I know what I'm doing when it comes to hiding relationships." She said with a small, sad smile. I realised what she'd said and was kind of surprised.

"I've never once heard you mention anything to do with your parents." I whispered to her, again, unsure if I was treading on forbidden territory.

"No, I uhm, well, we don't speak anymore, I haven't spoken to them for… well, four years." She said awkwardly. My eyes widened with shock. I couldn't understand how someone could stop speaking to their parents and be seemingly unaffected by it.

"Why?" I asked without thinking, instantly regretting it. There had to be a reason and it could have been something bad for her to discuss. "If you don't mind my asking, I mean." I added in quickly.

"No, I don't mind. A few days after my eighteenth birthday, Emma and I broke up, it was a pretty rough break-up and I was deeply affected by it, I really thought that I was in love with her. I was completely heart-broken; I went into like a major depression. I didn't leave my room and my parents were really worried about me. I cried all night and day, I slept a lot of the time and was literally living off a couple of mouthfuls of food a day, which most of the time I would throw back up. After about a week my mom and dad both came into my room and pulled me up on what was wrong. I broke down and told them everything about Emma. They took it horribly, and kicked me out for the night. They're the most homophobic people I've ever come across." She explained with a saddened expression. I pulled into the drive of my house and unbuckled her seatbelt.

I tapped my knee, motioning for her to come and sit on my lap, which she did. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around my neck.

"The next morning I went home and a bunch of my stuff was on the front garden in black bags with a note taped to it. The note said; Demetria, take your stuff and keep out of our lives, we want no lesbians living under our roof. We completely wash our hands of you and want nothing to do with you. I sat and cried in my car for hours on end. When it started to get dark I went to a cheap hotel and got a room there for the night whilst I figured out what to do. I had a bank account set up from when I was born which had a few thousand dollars in it for my future, so I dipped into that. I stayed with a friend for a few weeks and got a job until I managed to find a cheap flat to rent for just two hundred dollars a month. With such a cheap flat I could afford college with my job providing I didn't live in student housing." She finished sadly. I could have cried at her story, it was so sad.

Demi wasn't crying, she just looked extremely sad. I smiled weakly at her and kissed her lips softly.

"You don't know how lucky you are to have parents that accept you for who you are, Sel."

"I think I do, I feel so bad for you with all that happened with your parents." I told her.

"Thanks. Anyway, let's not let my story ruin our night, let's go and get ready." She said with a sudden smile.

"Okay then babe, I'm buying you a lap dance to cheer you up… you can do that there, right?" I asked her.

"I don't think so, how about you just give me one when we get back?" She asked me seductively before biting my earlobe gently. I blushed slightly at her words and we both climbed out of the car.

"I uh… I don't… I thought we… waiting?" I babbled, completely unsure of whether or not she was being serious.

"Relax sweetie, I was kidding. I meant what I said about waiting you goof. Let's go get ready." She said with a laugh.