Demi P.O.V
So I was in gym and Nick was in gym and that bitch Emily was in my gym class. Could this get any better? I mean she'd been giving me these looks ever since the bell for first class started. Like bitch what have I done for you to hate me? So what if I made out with Nick, he's not hers anymore; she made that decision, not me, not Nick, not anyone but herself.
Nick looked so hot all sweaty, and out of breath and sweaty. He seriously had a problem with flicking his hair, literally every minute he flicks it. Oh and again, that must be the what, twenty second time this period?
"Ohh who are you daydreaming about?"
"Lace, what are you on about?" I rolled my eyes.
"Every chance you get, you look over to the boys, so who is it?"
"No one in particular, just looking." I brushed her comment off and hit the ball. She seemed to have left me alone, I glanced back over and Nick was staring at my legs. He looked up, winked and released the ball he was holding which went straight into the hoop.
"Jonas, keep your eye on the game, not the girls." I heard Coach Taylor raise his voice at Nick.
"You're totally crushing on Nick Jonas." Lacey winked at me.
"Lace, shut up I was just looking."
"Uh uh, I'm your best friend remember, and plus I saw that little wink." She nudged my arm.
"Okay, but I'm not crushing, I'm just thinking of hooking up with him, that's all."
"Hmmm okay."
"Don't hmmm, that's it I swear."
"Okay, okay I believe you."
"Anyway how are you and Damien?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"We're not together anymore."
"What, why?"
"Because he's a dick."
"Did he cheat on you?"
"Yeah, but I don't care, I'm so over him and plus Danny sorted him out." Danny was her hot older brother. We've hooked up a couple of times to Lacey's dismay, but now she really doesn't care who he fucks.
"Good old Danny, hey how is he, I haven't seen him in a while?"
"He's got a new girlfriend; Charlie."
"Oh." A new girlfriend? Did I hear that right? My heart dropped in my chest; I'm surprised Lacey didn't hear the smashing of my heart hitting the ground.
"Are you still fucking each other?"
"Lacey, that's your brother!" I exclaimed, surprised by her forwardness of the subject.
"And, so are you still sleeping with him?"
"Well as you've said, he's got a girlfriend so, nope, we haven't slept together in a while." I shrugged my shoulders, bluffing as much as I could in front of my best friend.
"A while being?"
"A week, maybe five days?" She widened her eyes. "What, why are you doing that?"
"He's been dating Charlie for two months?" My mouth dropped open. He's been dating her for two months, another blow to my heart; I'm surprised it hadn't burst yet. "What, seriously?"
"Yes, I met her like last month, Jesus Demi."
"What, I didn't know I swear. You know my rules; you know I wouldn't do that if he had a girlfriend." I needed to make sure Lacey wouldn't pick up on any of my lying skills, she knew me inside and out.
"I know you wouldn't, god I hope Charlie doesn't find out."
"Me too, look, I need to go to the toilet, I'll be right back."
"Excuse me Miss, can I go to the toilet?"
"Why?"
"So I can use the toilet to empty my bladder? What else would I do?" I huffed, why were teachers so hard these days.
"Fine, you've got three minutes."
"Gee thanks for the generosity."
I rushed out of the gym, out of the corner of my eye; I could see Nick watching me leave. I ran to the nearest toilet and dialled the number.
"Hello." His voice was hoarse and so Danny like, it was so hot. I clearly had woken him up, but I was so pissed off I didn't care.
"Danny Clark you lied to me."
"Dems, is that you?"
"Dems is that you, of course it's me." I spat, getting agitated with his soft relaxed voice, probably knowing that I know about him and 'Charlie'.
"Why are you shouting, calm down."
"Who's Charlie, Danny?" I heard shuffling; I'm guessing he shot up from lying down.
"I don't know a Charlie."
"Just stop Danny; I know she's your girlfriend."
"No Dems, you're my girlfriend."
"No, I was your girlfriend."
"Dems, what are you doing?"
"I'm breaking up with you, the last time I checked you can't have two girlfriends at once you jerk." The tears threatened to fall.
"Are you at school? I'm coming to pick you up."
"Danny, don't come near me, I don't want to see your face."
"Dems just let me explain, please." He begged.
"Danny you don't need to explain anything, I know everything, you said you wouldn't hurt me, you said you weren't like him." The tears cascaded down my face, the fighter inside me, heading back into the darkness, too afraid of getting even more bashed and bruised than she already was.
"Don't compare me to him Dems, I'm nothing like him, you know that, come on." He growled, clearly angered with how I could compare him to that man.
"No, Danny you're both the same." I hung up, slapping my hand against the wall and crumbling down to the floor.
That's it I'm done, everything I touch or love leaves or hurts me.
I stood up, wiping away the tears with my hand. I turned the tap onto the hottest temperature it could go to, waiting for the steam to appear; I shoved my hand under the running water. The pain was nothing compared to my razor, this wasn't even satisfying. He'd made me stop; I really thought Danny was the one. He cared for me; he had saved my life countless times, he told me he loved me. Had it all been a lie? Was it just sex for him? I turned the tap off, unsatisfied with myself-inflicted pain. The skin surrounding my covered scars had begun to redden, making my scars stick out, they would definitely be noticeable now.
I dried my eyes with some tissue making sure my mascara hadn't come off with my tears. I winced as the hard, cheap school tissue scraped against my flared up skin. I'm pretty sure it had been longer than three minutes, but I couldn't give a shit, I knew she was going to throw my ass in detention anyway. I took one last look in the mirror, puffing up my hair and de-smudging my lip-gloss. Thinking I looked half as decent as I had before, I headed out of the toilets and back into the gym.
"Miss Lovato that was four minutes and twenty seconds, one minute and twenty seconds over the time set."
"How sad, you timed how long it took me to pee?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Detention after school."
"I can't cheer practice."
"Cheer practice, I don't care."
"Look Miss, you're new here, cheer practice and basketball practice over-rules detention."
"To hell it does."
"Demi, what's going on here?"
"Megan she's given me detention and is saying that I have to go to it and miss cheer practice." I shrugged my shoulders.
"Look-"
"Miss Reynolds."
"Ah Miss Reynolds, this is an important year for the sports team and we can't have any distractions, why was she given detention." The teacher, Miss Reynolds, went to open her mouth but closed it shortly after I opened mine.
"She gave me detention because I was one minute and twenty seconds over the time she gave me to go to the toilet."
"Miss Reynolds, I will make sure Demi stays for her detention after cheer practice." Miss Reynolds nodded her head and walked away.
"What, you're agreeing with her?" I was so shocked; this wasn't my twenty two year old, cool cheerleading coach.
"Demi, shut up until she leaves." She turned her head, waiting for Miss Reynolds to be out of ear shot.
"Why are you agreeing with her?"
"I'm not, who do you think I am? Some single forty year old, lives with six cat's p.e. teacher?"
"She has six cats?"
"I don't know, probably." We both chuckled.
"So do I really have to stay for detention after cheer practice?"
"Course not, that was just a decoy for her to leave. I can't believe she gave you a detention for being two minutes too long in the toilet."
"Oh Megan, wait it was actually one minute and twenty seconds precisely." She rolled her eyes as I corrected her.
"Well I'll be in my office, don't be late tonight or I'll send you to that detention." She winked and walked out of the gym.
Oh, I loved her, she was great. I never understood how people could have a 'favourite' teacher but now I do. But I don't think of her as a teacher anyway, it's a plus that she's best friends with my older sister Dallas, she's basically seen me grow up, which is great. She's like another sister to me, not that two weren't already enough.
"What was that about?" Nick jogged over to me, standing extremely close that I could smell his deodorant mixed in with his sweat.
"I nearly got detention for being two minutes too long in the toilet." I rolled my eyes.
"Stop rolling your eyes." I chuckled.
"Sorry." I rolled my eyes again automatically.
"You okay, I saw you leave, you looked pretty upset?" He rubbed at my arm. I could literally feel Emily's eyes staring right through me.
"Uh, yeah, no I just really needed to pee." I lied, I couldn't tell him the real reason or I'd break down right here, no joke.
"You sure that's it?" His hand was sliding down my arm, nearing to my hand. He wasn't going to hold my hand was he?
"Yeah, everything's fine for me, but not for you." His hand stopped moving and rested above my wrist.
"Why, have you got me in trouble Lovato?"
"No I haven't got you in trouble, thank you very much, it's just I think we may have a problem." I puffed out my cheeks.
"And that problem is?"
"We're not going to be able to get to state if you keep flicking your hair every minute." I shook my head, amusing him with my fake disappointment.
"Maybe you can help me with that?" His fingers stroked the back of my hand, sending shivers up and down my spine.
"And how would I help you?" I teased back; I knew exactly what he wanted to ask me.
"I have an idea." He grasped my hand, interlocking our fingers.
"And that idea would be?"
"Why don't I come over tonight and I'll show you?" He smirked, my oh my did he look hot.
"You know, maybe you should."
"Not like I don't already give you lifts home from practice, but if you'd want to join me in my car we can drive home together?" I took in a big breath, showing him my over exaggerated excitement.
"Oh, I'd love to." I gushed.
"Well then, I'll see you outside by my car at four?"
"Sounds good to me." I smiled, breathing in even more of his intoxicating scent.
"Jonas, what have I told you? No talking to the girls, get back over here!"
"And that's my cue to leave."
"Yeah, I'll see you tonight." He walked away and jogged back seconds later; he leaned in, just before his lips touched mine both our teachers called us.
"Lovato, no talking to the boys!"
"Jonas, you better be here in three, two-"
"I'm coming coach." He nodded before sprinting off, just about reaching his coach in time. I slowly walked back over to Miss Reynolds.
"Lovato, what part of don't talk to the boys do you not understand, do I have to double detention you?" I was ready to muster back a reply when I remembered the words Danny had said to me not minutes ago. It's crazy how when I'm with Nick, everything and all of my worries disappear.
"Sorry miss, won't happen again." I spoke quietly, she nodded slowly. Clearly she was expecting a snarky comment back from me, which never came.
"Okay then, back to your positions." She blew the whistle; I swear it was intentionally close to my ear.
I just want this lesson over; I couldn't face Lacey with everything that's happened with Danny and me. My phone kept vibrating; I could feel it against my leg. It must have been the seventeenth time he's called now. He doesn't deserve my time, I don't care what he's done for me, he's made the hurt I already carried around with me even worse. He's the only one who knew the true extent of my pain; I couldn't tell Lacey what I was going through. I'd lose everyone.
Lacey kept on trying to make eye contact with me, I could see her sighing each time that I would look away and only look back when she was hitting the ball or looking in another direction. I hated what I was doing to Lacey, I was taking out my frustration which her brother had caused onto her and it wasn't right. I texted her, needing for her to know that it wasn't personal and that I was just having a bad day.
To: Lacey
From: Demi
Lace, babe sorry I'm so moody, it's not you I swear something's happened and it's just pissed me off. Xxxx
To: Demi
From: Lacey
Hey, I knew something was up with you, wanna chat about it? Xxxx
To: Lacey
From: Demi
Yeah later though, not by text. Love you. Xxxx
To: Demi
From: Lacey
Okay babe, love you. Xxxx
Well I'm glad that's sorted, now just got to get through the end of the day and then cheer practice, my saviour from all the drama and hurt. Tonight should be interesting in terms of Nick and I, I'm not sure what I want to happen and what I'll let happen, we shall see later tonight.
