Nick P.O.V

Coach grilled everyone but me in practice, apparently everyone was tired and unfit, well apart from me of course. Not like any of the others but I had managed to juggle partying, drinking and basketball equally. I suppose that's why I'm captain and the star player?

I don't know what I was thinking today in the gym. I mean I'm not a player like Joe and Kevin are but I can't just sleep with Demi and not talk to her ever again, that's not me and plus I couldn't not speak and flirt with Demi. We're really good friends and I would miss her. So now I was juggling the idea of leaving now without Demi and keeping our flirty relationship or hooking up tonight and never talking to Demi again? But maybe we would still be friends even if we did hook up? Anyway it was too late to change my mind because Demi was walking towards me in her cheer uniform. Fuck, those uniforms. Demi's legs went on for miles and I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing the shorts you were supposed to wear underneath the skirt.

"If you're going to check me out, at least do it subtly." She rolled her eyes, immediately looking at me as soon as she done it.

A couple freshman girls walked out of the school, definitely wearing shorts underneath their skirt. This making my theory correct about Demi not wearing her shorts. She walked closer towards me, pressing her chest up against mine, breathing softly.

"So you check out every girl in sight?" She trailed her fingers down my shirt clad body.

"Nope not every girl, just the hot ones." I stated.

"Yeah, yeah."

"For your information I was actually looking to see if they had the cheer shorts on?"

"Why?"

"Because Lovato, you don't have yours on and you should."

"Oh do you want me to put them on Nick?" She teased.

"No, I think the skirt looks much better without the shorts." I breathed out as she moved her face towards mine.

"Good because I'm not planning on putting them on any day soon." She muttered out just before our lips connected. Once again she took my bottom lip into her mouth and sucked on it, supressing a groan from the back of my throat. I slid my hands down to her hips, my thumb caressed the small amount of flesh showing between where the shirt and skirt met. Her skin felt so good underneath my touch, I wanted to touch even more of her. I slipped my tongue in past her parted lips and stroked smoothly and evenly with hers. My hands moved even further down her body, off of her hips and down to her ass. Oh how I've dreamed of touching this ass, it's such a perfect ass. I don't think I've ever seen or felt such a perfect ass before. I squeezed it slightly; she moaned and pushed herself even further into me, her body curving into mine perfectly. The only support we now had was my Mustang, my good old Mustang, eh? My hands slipped underneath her skirt, I could feel the lace panties she was wearing and what she was hiding from everyone else. She pulled back breathless, smiling wide.

"Why did you stop?" I questioned my hands still underneath her skirt.

"I didn't want to stop but one, your hands were going everywhere, and if we hadn't of stopped we would have probably ended up naked and having sex in the back of your car-"

"And that's a bad idea why?"

"Let me finish, and two that bitch is looking again, and I didn't want her to get jealous and cry or something." She huffed.

"Emily?"

"Yeah." I rubbed up and down her bare arms.

"Since when has she been a cheerleader?"

"Apparently since today."

"Why? She hates cheerleaders." I widened my eyes as soon as I said it.

"Thanks for letting me know, and that's a first I've never come across someone who doesn't like me?" It's true, although Demi's persona is the head cheerleader and therefore should be the bitchy, flirty, popular girl everyone 'loves'. But she isn't, she's completely the opposite, she's kind, caring, loving, and popular and she's still flirty but that's a good thing.

"Yeah it's not a personal thing, she just doesn't like them, that's why it's strange, and I don't understand why she'd just suddenly join the cheerleaders? Aren't you head cheerleader though, don't you get to choose who come in and who goes out?"

"Normally yes, but apparently this wasn't a choice I could make, she has to attend an after school club for college."

"I don't get it, she could have chosen anything but cheerleading, she hates cheerleading?" Something must have clicked in her brain because she rolled her eyes and smiled slightly. "What why are you smiling like that?"

"I know why she's joined the cheerleaders."

"Why?"

"Because she wants to see more of you?" She shook her head, almost annoyed with Emily.

"But how?"

"Think, wherever the cheerleaders are the basketball players are too, therefore you." She sighed.

"Oh, but we're not together anymore?"

"Exactly, god you're so slow to figure things out!" She chuckled, oh lord that was perfect and maybe the cutest think I'd ever heard.

"Sorry, blame the parents."

"No, I blame you and basketball." She was probably right and I wasn't going to argue with her.

"Probably."

"I'm right, I'm always right." She cheered quietly to herself.

"Is she still looking?" She looked over my shoulder, nodding her head.

"I would kiss you again, but she might think that you're using me to make her jealous and that's not what's going on here." She smiled and climbed in the car. I shook my head laughing.

"Nick." I turned she was walking towards me, smiling? What no way was I dealing with her now. I jogged round the back of the car and climbed in, pretending not to hear her. I turned on the engine and pulled out of the school car park leaving Emily alone, shaking her head. My heart hurt even more, thinking about her being left alone. I shook my head, needing to get her out of my mind; she needs to leave, just leave, please. I silently begged with my brain, to which was no success.

The short drive was over in minutes; I pulled up into my driveway and climbed out of the car with Demi. We crossed over my lawn and headed towards her door and into the house. I can only remember parts of her house from parties where I've been here for? It's weird that we're the most popular boy and girl in the school and we've never hooked up or even kissed until this morning. Normally in other schools we would have been dating for two years, be prom king and queen every year. But no this was me and Demi, friends who flirt and kiss a little.

"This house is so empty; did your family leave you?" There was no reply but a small, forced chuckle.

"Whatcha thinking about Jonas?" She called out as she headed up the stairs. Should I follow or? Fuck it, I'm gonna follow her.

"You and me?"

"Care to elaborate?" She coughed awkwardly.

"Not like that, I mean how we've never hooked up or even kissed well until this morning anyway, isn't that weird?"

"Why would it be weird?" She chuckled. There it is again, it's so unbelievably perfect.

"Because we're the two most popular kids in school, it's basically planned that we should be together."

"Jonas it looks like you want us to be together?" She opened her door, walking into her bedroom after her, I left the door slightly ajar.

"No, well I don't mean it like that; I just mean like in other schools that's what it's like?"

"I'm joking; yeah of course I know what you mean. It has crossed my mind once or twice. Like we should be the couple who win homecoming king and queen every year, not like we don't but like as a proper couple?"

"Yeah, exactly."

"Just a heads up, I'm definitely the more popular one out of us both."

"No way, I am." I argued back.

"Well do you have every guy in school wanting to get into your pants, even the teachers?" She smirked.

"No but do you have every girl in school wanting you?"

"Yes, I do in fact." She smirked.

"Fair play, you ever made out with a girl?"

"I'm a girl...of course I have?" I raised my eyebrow, why have I never been told this before.

"You're not gay though right?"

"Yes Nick, I am, I love girls, I love it when their soft lips kiss my neck, I love it when their small hands run all over my body."

"Really?" I breathed out; my boxers had become suddenly very tight.

"No, you doof, I do not like girls, I don't mind making out with them on the odd occasion but that's it. What about you, are you into girls?"

"I'm just going to come out with it, I can't keep it in anymore, I love girls!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"You disgust me, a boy like you liking girls, no way."

"Deal with it bitch." She gasped, holding her heart.

"Did you just call me bitch?"

"Yeah, yeah I think I did, whatcha gonna do?" I waited, wanting to know what her plan was.

"Nothing." She charged at me, jumping into me, wrapping her legs tight around my waist.

"You're going to do this?"

"Yes, until you forfeit."

"Ohh Demi, poor, sweet Demi." I walked over to the bed and pulled her off of me; I hovered over her and began tickling all over her body.

"Nick, stop!" She screamed. I couldn't help but think of her being naked and her screaming my name because I was pleasuring her.

"Say sorry for attacking me."

"No, never." I tickled her even more, making her scream louder.

"Nick, I'm sorry!" She shrieked I stopped still hovering over her. Our heavy breathing matching as we tried to regain back our normal breathing rate.

Demi P.O.V

"Demi-"Nick began talking until someone interrupted.

"Who the fuck are you?" Danny shouted, obviously seeing us in this position made him angry.

"Danny, what are you doing here?" Nick climbed off of me, standing up from the bed, glaring down at Danny. Although Danny's two years older than us, it's funny how Nick's taller than him and musclier.

"Demi who is he?" He shouted.

"None of your business." I retaliated.

"Why was he on top of you?" He growled, moving forwards. Nick stepped out in front of me, blocking me from Danny.

"I think you should leave." Nick said sharply, anger thick in his voice.

"Shut up, this has nothing to do with you, it's between me and my girlfriend-"

"Ex-girlfriend, we're not together anymore, just go, please." I whimpered.

"You heard her, leave." Nick growled I know it wasn't the best time to be thinking this but angry Nick was hot.

"Shut the fuck up kid!"

"What you going to hurt me?" Nick jested.

"Whatever, you were an easy fuck anyway." He laughed, while he walked out of my bedroom door. My heart literally burst, if anything that nearly killed me. Nick shook his head and ran out of the door after Danny. I couldn't move I just slouched down against the bed to the floor and let the tears fall.

Nick P.O.V

No way was he getting away with saying that to Demi. I ran out of the door after him, I didn't want to leave Demi but I wasn't going to let him say that to her. I reached him just as he stepped out of the door.

"Hey, you." He turned, perfect. I brought my fist back past my head and made a perfect hit right on the side of his cheek. He fell back instantly onto the ground, spitting blood out on the way down.

"Stay the fuck away from Demi." I shut the door in his face and locked it with the key and the chain. I checked the back door and windows downstairs, making sure they were locked and secure so that he couldn't get back in and hurt Demi even more than he already had. I shook my hand, trying to get the tingling feeling away, coach wasn't going to be happy about this if it didn't get better by Monday morning. Thank god we went back to school on a Friday, it was so pointless but the weekends come around quick and my hand can heal a bit. I just didn't think, I mean he can't say that to Demi and not get punched. It doesn't help that this is my throwing hand either; I hope it all heals by Monday morning or I'm fucked. Shit, I left her upstairs, alone.