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Selena sat angrily at the bench, seething silently at the girl who ran around the playground happily. It wasn't fair that she had so many friends, it wasn't fair at all.
Selena had started her hatred for the girl only yesterday, when she helped her pick up her books, even though the whole school thought she had cooties. When she asked why, the girl only smiled and waved goodbye.
Then, she tried to play with her at recess, and her friends simply laughed and pulled her away. Though she looked back at her sadly while being pulled again, Selena could not help but feel upset. That was where the origin of it started, and it only grew the more she watched her play happily with her friends, the better she got along with everyone.
That day, she managed to pass on the cooties to some other girl named Emily, and proceeded to the other kids. They welcomed her now, because she was no longer the outcast—and Demi seemed especially happy. They would play everyday, even though Selena never really talked. Deep inside, her rage was balling up and growing larger. Demi continued to make more friends, which just angered Selena more. It burned her to know that she had such an easy time making friends, while Selena had never even had a true friend.
In heat of the moment, Selena swooped in and stole the girl's boyfriend, spread nasty rumors about her, got her in trouble with a lie, and watched her social life collapse. She watched the boys she used to hold hands with in a friendly way flick her behind the head, pull on her pigtails, and chase her off with insults. She was so busy watching her hatred satisfyingly pour that she hadn't noticed the social hierarchy building around her, how she soon became the queen of elementary school and how Demi slowly became the peasant.
During the summer before sixth grade, Selena assumed that the girl would get ugly, and she would leave her alone. Inside of her was a bit of regret for what she had done, but she would never admit that personally. However, when she got to sixth grade—she found herself repeating the same phrase. It isn't fair! Demi's face had blossomed, and even the gap between her front teeth was charming and pulling. Her freckles shone in the light, and her straight hair was alluring.
Boys and girls were surrounding her, and Selena just couldn't help herself.
"Hey, loser," she said, and Demi turned around with confusion in her eyes. "I see your rash cleared up."
"S-Selena?" Demi whimpered, recoiling back from the laughter of the crowd.
"In the flesh. Which, by the way, I'm so glad that you put some clothes on yours and stopped whoring around the boys like you did in fifth grade."
It picked up from there, and by the end of eighth grade, the sunny, outgoing, dress-wearing girl had turned into a sweater-crazed, black-eyed introvert who nervously shuffled through the halls and avoided eye contact. Selena did not look at her as she passed by, because she would get an overwhelming sense of guilt. So, she stuck her chin up and kept walking, pushing her to the side as she did so.
She got everything she wanted, an easy way to make friends and Demi Lovato crashing to the ground—but she was not happy. Because even though her head was down when she walked and her dark makeup shaded her features, she was still better than Selena ever would be.
"All that…" Demi breathed, "Just because I helped you pick up your books? I don't even remember that."
Selena felt awkward being in her arms still, expecting the girl to throw her out and onto the floor at any moment. Instead, she felt the girl pull her closer to her chest.
"It's sort of cute that you kept going because you thought I was pretty," Oops; Selena had forgotten that she told her that part.
"Ugh, Demi, I'm sorry. I basically ruined your life, I don't deserve to be warm." Selena tried to stand up, but Demi restricted her with a laugh.
"Hey," she kept one arm around the girl's waist, the other stroking her hair. "But I'm okay now, and we're friends."
Selena breathed out, letting herself sink into the warm girl behind her. It was like she had some sort of uncontrollable lust for warmth today, because all she wanted to do was rest in the girl's arms and never leave.
Unfortunately, though, she forced herself to scoot away and face the girl. Selena breathed, "You're sure you're fine?"
Demi nodded humorously, booping her nose, "Yes, I'm fine, babe—"
She didn't mean to say babe; it just happened. Demi attempted to dissolve it with laughter, taking notice of Selena's crazed face.
Selena leaned closer, pausing as their lips brushed slightly. Demi sucked in her breath, meeting Selena's gaze - it looked as if she was waiting for validation, a sign that she could move just one centimeter closer. The two had a single ounce of doubt in their minds, that told them it was wrong to be so close - and Demi swore that the necklace with her promise ring on it was seething through her skin at the sin she was committing. A girl, so close to another girl, the skin of their roseate lips brushing and only their heartbeat audible in the quiet room. It felt normal to her but yet terrifying. For a second, everything paused, it was just them and the heavy breathing that they both could feel from each other. Demi slowly tilted her head, moving closer to seal the minimal space between them. The two paused for a second, as if it was normal for the two to be lip-locked - but Demi came to her head-pounding senses first. She fumbled backwards, eyes wide and hands quivering.
"Oh my God!" She caterwauled, tumbling back and out of the girl's range. "I'm so sorry! I don't even know what I was thinking, I just-"
"Demi," Selena placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, scooting to sit on her knees. "I liked it."
Demi seemed to relax at this, her hands flailing over her chest. The other girl smiled slightly, leaning closer to give her another kiss; like the one they first accidentally shared.
And it was warm.
not the end! but nearing close :^))) i might make a sequel too but so many things and it's only thREE IN THE MORNING