pass me my inhaler mary, im going down
"Okay, hold my hand," Selena raised her hand up, which Demi stared at blankly.
"What?" Demi reiterated, shaking her head in confusion. Was Selena asked her to hold hands? Skeptical as she was, the girl lowered her hand into the other girl's, sinking it to their hips.
"Here's the plan, if anyone asks, we found out we're long-lost-cousins and now we're cool. That way, we have a valid excuse to actually do shit without suspicion."
"Really? Just like that?" Demi scoffed, wondering if anyone would ever actually believe such a thing.
"Yup, just like we did." Selena got her there - they did make up fairly quickly for previous enemies. Without warning, Selena began to walk inside, yanking Demi's hand along with her.
Immediately, all eyes fell to the two girls, and the chatter even stopped to be replaced with gapes.
"She's my cousin!" Demi let out exasperatedly, so unused to have all eyes on her. Selena was hiding it really well, though, not sweating or freaking out, her hands weren't even clammy. (Demi jumped a bit when she remembered that they were still holding hands)
"Isn't she so cute?" Selena laughed lightly, ruffling Demi's hair with her other hand - a bit roughly for drawing more attention to them - and smiling gently. "We found out we were related yesterday. After that, we kind of made up! Please leave her alone for now, yeah?"
A chorus of 'aww's erupted through the crowd, slowly moving back to their old conversations, Like she had been holding all of her sweat in, Selena's hands quickly became clammy and she let out a breath of relief, pulling Demi along and towards her locker.
"You're so bad at lying," Selena condemned, scoffing wildly. "You're lucky I've got first period with you, it's gonna be rough."
Demi nodded, yelping when her hand was once again yanked and she was pulled off into the other direction. Selena carried on pulling her like this all through the hallways, the whispers getting louder and louder the more they walked. Selena's hand was somewhat cold, too, so it was just plain awkward in every stance.
"Cool, Spanish," Demi groaned sarcastically, breaking hands with her as they entered. The girl was ready to proceed to her spot in the back, but Selena followed her.
"Uh, your seat is up there," Demi recalled, remembering how the girls were always squabbling when they sat even a row apart from each other.
"I sit here now." The girl popped her bag atop of the table, pointing to it with a smirk. "My mochilla is here now.'
"You're loca." She fought back playfully, rolling her eyes and sitting down. When the teacher entered, she automatically pointed to Selena's empty seat and snapped. The girls didn't blame her - whenever Selena tried to sit by her, it was always to mock her or do something stupid.
"Me and Dems are friends now," the girl's arm draped around her shoulder lightly, and Demi nodded in agreement, forcing a smile.
"Uh huh." The teacher wasn't convinced, her blouse wrinkled the more she crossed her arms.
"It's true!" they both exclaimed, leaving a small ripple of gigges through the class. The teacher could almost laugh, but held it back as she said; "Okay, sure. You still need to sit in your assigned seat, though."
"Please, Miss Martyn?" Selena practically begged, putting on her best cheerleader pouty-face. "We will work good together, and if there are any problems you can move us."
"Mmmh," Miss Martyn thought about it stiffly, but sighed. "Alright. But only for today."
Taylor, who sat nearby, gave Selena a confused, accusing look and passed her a note.
It read, Um…? What do you mean you're friends with her?
Selena quickly wrote back, I found out were cousins. We ended up making up.
Taylor snorted audibly, but hid that it was her from the teacher. Taylor brought her pencil down and began writing again, I'm not buying that crap. Tell the truth.
She was going to write back, but quickly decided against it when she saw that the teacher was keeping a locked eyes on her, glaring daggers into her skin. Intimidated, she flinched her hand and brought it over to Demi's thigh in fear.
"I think she's staring at me, Demi."
"No, really?" the girl retorted, not seeming to notice the hand on her leg that never really moved away.
Selena was totally right, the next periods were completely rough. Demi had second, third, fifth, and sixth by herself. Every period that Selena wasn't there, her friends would threaten her or the kiss would give her indescribable looks, ones that shook her to the bone with fear. As soon as class ended, she had to run from the room just to make sure that she could get out alive. Fourth period, she also had with Selena, but it was gym class and Demi always skipped. She would have to change in the locker rooms, and that meant… exposing her scars, and her body, which she was wildly uncomfortable with.
Then, seventh period began and Demi could finally feel just a bit safer. Next period was eighth after that, which she also had with Selena, and so she let her brain finally relax inside of her head.
She had English and then Art. English, then Art. She just kept repeating it on the way up the stairs, ignoring all of the rushing kids and laptop-carrying teachers. English, then Art. Her English class was on the very top floor, and by heart she took the long way just so she would never run into Selena.
English class started peaceful, with only seven students inside, but as soon as the rest of the kids came, it became a nightmare. Pushing, screaming, everything under the sky. Finally, Selena pushed her way through and made her way over, and through the day Demi may have forgotten that they were now friends. Because when Selena came for a hug - probably to make a scene, - Demi let out a gasp, but reluctantly hugged back. The class grew silent, mostly because they expected Selena to wrap her arms around Demi's spine and crush it in her hold, just to do it.
Smiling, Selena sat down on the opposite side of the room afterwards, and Demi couldn't help but seethe a bit at everyone who was still staring at her like she was nothing. Sure, she could be classified as nothing, but just because Selena hugged her meant that she was some sort of alien to these kids.
"Hello, Class!" her teacher exclaimed, breaking everyone from their thoughts. The teacher was interesting, to say the least.
Her face ran you as a widow who smoked 2 packs of cigars daily, but her clothes told you she was was a rebellious teenager who was claiming to run away with her boyfriend, 2 years old than her. Maybe it was the unanimous sleepiness between the class, but nobody could even tell her age.
There was also a student teacher who sat in the back of the room, who never really talked. Instead, he just scribbled down notes and fiddled with his shirt collar. Nobody really knew his name at all, he had one of those lisps, dark brown hair pulled back in a man-bun, and heavy, charcoal eyelids that made some believe he had been working non-stop, vigorously, for hours.
Although the class was eccentric, it was one of Demi's favorite classes - english was fun in general. The teacher didn't really are most of the time, so Demi would spend the time writing songs or thinking of a different universe. One where she was famous, even! It was really fun to think about, so she did it often.
Typical questions - "How are you doing, Demi?" Purely fantastic, I love my fans!
"How was Joe's wedding?" Does he mean Kevin's wedding? Aha, silly paparazzi!
Black-clad men with flashing cameras surrounded the girl, the ticks of the lights going off every second. Demi kept smiling, though, answering every question she heard.
"Are you friends with Selena?" a paparazzi begged, his camera shaking slightly.
"Yes, we're very good friends!" Demi exclaimed to the man, giving him a heart wrenching smile.
In the dream sequence, the man fell over and fainted with over-dramatic heart eyes, and the fans screamed even louder.
Okay, snap out of it Demi! She laughed to herself a bit, mostly because the man in her sequence had mentioned Selena, even if the girl tried to usually block her out of her dream sequences. The blood vessels in her face drained, realizing that she had called the girl her friend during it, subconsciously. Was she… really friends with Selena?
a pretty long chapter for all u boys, next chapter we're gonna ACTUALLY begin to delve further so
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