hello! this is my shortest chapter yet so oh no, anyways i hope this isnt too cliche- actually, i know it's cliche, but it's cUTE, OKAY. . . . . . .
The girl rushed into the bathroom, trying to wipe away her tears with the brown paper towels that ended up scattered on the bathroom floor afterwards. Luckily, she had managed to use a bit of emergency concealer to shade away her puffy eyes and some eyedrops to cut the red lines into white, polished streaks.
"Hey, Selena!" A voice echoed against the room, and she smiled at her entering friend. It was Taylor―someone she had always thought of as a protective older sister.
"Hi," Selena almost said weakly, but pepped up her voice before Taylor could get on her case about it.
"Nice job with the Demi thing," Taylor complimented, giving the girl a slap on her back, "We heard her yelling at you in the car. We were skeptical at first, thinking you were actually being nice to her, but that's crazy now that I think about it."
"You… heard that?" Selena perked up, fear blotting her face. That meant that Demi had been truly trying to help her - that she had blown on her up for nothing!
"Yeah, what a drama queen!" Taylor mocked, smiling evilly. However, Selena stayed quiet, eyes wide as night-time saucers. If only Taylor knew how much of a drama queen she must've seemed like at the time.
"I have to go to class, I'm sorry Tay…" the big-sisterly-figure seemed awfully malicious now that she was slightly friends with Demi, and she was starting to question her entire friend choices. Couldn't let that happen, or else a repeat of the car scenario could happen. Right now, though, she needed to find Demi. Not because, like, she cared… or anything… It's complicated.
"Oh, kay. See ya 'round," the girl began to fix her makeup in the mirror, "By the way, Jennifer and Rebecca are kicking Demi's ass for what she said to you in the car."
"What?" Selena spun around on her heals, heart running from her rib cage and swamping into her hips. No, no way! Sure, before it wouldn't have bothered her - but now she had seen what all the bullying had done to the girl, and it only felt like pure murder.
Taylor slumped her eyebrows, confused at the girl's worried expression. However, Selena covered it up quickly; "Only I get to kick her ass!"
Taylor chuckled and pointed to where they were, not taking her eyes off of her peachy-lips and sparkling eyeshadow. Selena didn't care, she had sprinted off in the direction, pain edging every single last one of her steps. The hallway split into two, and she looked left, to right, right to left, until she heard a soft whimper coming from the right side. Now - the location was exactly painted in Selena's mind; the girl's locker room.
Exactly where Selena had gone too far last time, ramming Demi's head into the metal lockers on the wall. It caused her a few cold shivers, but she stopped when she heard another whimper, followed by a sharp yell: "Would you fucking shut up? You're lucky we're not slitting your throat for insulting Selena like that."
"Wait!" She screeched suddenly, bursting the door open without a moment's hesitation - no, the hesitation came after.
"Oh, hey," Jennifer greeted calmly, her boot clung to Demi's chest and Rebecca was holding the girl's arms back against the floor.
Demi's entire face was re-bruised, even lumping over the makeup she had borrowed from Selena. Dammit, that was expensive. No matter, though, real issue: Demi.
"Stop, stop!" the girl waved her hands to her friends wildly, pushing them away from Demi, who seemed to keep her eyes shut like pieces of glass with crystal tears glossing the tips. The girls stopped, confused; eyes held wildly on Selena.
"I'll finish her up myself," Selena cracked her knuckles, leaving the two to contort their frowns into wicked grins. Parting goodbye, they wished her only the… purest of luck and insisted that she beat her face in. As soon as earshot distance was a thing of the past, Selena lifted the bruised girl up to the benches, rubbing the back of her knuckles against her pale, purple cheeks.
"'I'm so sorry." Selena cried, overwhelmingly emotional, "I was so stupid. I thought you were lying. But you really tried to protect me."
Demi quivered open her eyelids, shutting them soon after she had received the strength to slit them open. Selena didn't care, however - the slightest sign that she was alive and functioning was enough. The more popular girl carried the girl - who was very heavy for Selena's weak arms, might I add - back to her car silently. She could care less about the classes she was missing, she was more concerned with the injured girl who was stuffed into her backseat.
trying to create a still thin barrier between the two before i actually begin to start developing their more-than-friends relationship, i know it's been a long time but! i promise when it happens, itll be wild. anyways, review if u want and ill see u around buddy