hewwo? yay ! new chapter for u lovelies :^)

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Selena chewed on her lip eagerly; it was third period and she she hadn't seen Demi at all! The girl had skipped spanish, and even thought Selena waited at her locked, she never came! Selena was beginning to get impatient, wondering when she'd ever get to apologize for what she had done. She had her moment of clarity early in the morning, right after Taylor had left to get ready at her own house. She came to realize that she would rather have Demi even if she was hated throughout the world rather than not have her at all.

It sounded exactly like a cheesy romance novel, but Selena could care less what her mind was saying—she was going to fucking get Demi back, and that was final. How, exactly, she would do that was a bit foggy; but she was trying her best!

From the corner of her eyes, she saw the girl walk past her classroom, and bathroom pass dragging on the floor as she walked. Selena grinned almost wildly, but tried to cover it as she asked to go to the bathroom calmly. It took a little bit of charm and some 'girl problem' talk, but the teacher eventually let her leave.

Demi had already turned into the bathroom stall, so Selena ran after her, not caring if anyone saw her chasing after the girl.

"Demi," the girl looking in the mirror froze, slowly turning her head around to face her.

"Sel," Demi began, but shook her head. "Selena—what are you doing here?"

Selena took a minute, breathing in the face that she missed seeing so badly; while Demi stared at her with wide eyes. Without wasting a minute, Selena leapt forward and captured her lips in a kiss, using her waist as leverage to pull her closer. Demi's tiny moan was muffled by full, cherry-red lips; and her knees wobbled roughly.

"Selena…" The girl began, hitting her back against the bathroom wall.

"I was so wrong, Dems," Selena cut her off, breaking the kiss to simply hold her cheeks in her hands. "I don't care. I don't care what any of them fucking say, I just… I need you."

Demi gulped, she was sure the blood vessels in her eyes were popping from how long she'd kept them widened. Was she telling the truth? Because, god was it hard to not run into her arms and kiss along her jawline. Demi breathed, "You're sure, Selena?"

Selena flung her arms behind the girl's neck and over her shoulders, bringing her in for another kiss. "I'm so sure, Dems."

Demi smiled into the kiss, bringing her fingers through the girl's raven hair. She felt her shiver in her grasp, and Demi couldn't believe how much she missed the girl's hair. God, everything about her… Well, Demi had to stop thinking because her knees were getting too weak to hold up her own weight.

Selena looked up to Demi, a frown on her face, "Where did you go when you didn't come to the apartment? I was so worried deep down… Please tell me you didn't go back home."

"I did," Demi answered, tucking a strand of hair from her face absentmindedly. "My dad is actually pretty nice, so don't worry."

"Oh," Selena scuffled her feet, a bit concerned, "Are you still gonna live with me?

Demi's eyes softened and she grabbed ahold of the girl's chin, pulling it up so she looked at her. "Of course, Sel, I don't want you to have to ignore that second chair for the rest of your life."

Selena smiled brightly, wrapping her in a hug. Demi just laughed a bit, seeming to forget their location. They were in the school bathroom; Demi's heels backed against the tile wall and Selena's body pressed against hers.

"Hey, Dems," Selena tucked the top of her head under the girl's chin, "I think I'm in love with you."

Demi stroked the back of the girl's hair lovingly, and pulled her closer. She giggled at this, so Demi smiled, "Me too, Sel, me too."

"We are not letting her back into this house," her mom struck at the man once the girl had been dropped off at school.

"Why? Myra, I think―"

Myra stopped him, "No, Phil, you never think anything good for us. She's almost an adult, and we can't support her. She's only been a burden to us; it's best…"

Demi's dad breathed in, shutting her down with his hands. The man turned away, grinding his teeth together, "All I ever do is listen to ya, I wanna start thinkin' for myself and my daughter. Things hav'nt been too good, Myra―but it's cruel to ignore her rights. I been reading about abusive homes,"

"We aren't an abusive home!" Myra defended, stepping forward to match her husband's stride. "When needed, we enforced punishment. That isn't abusive."

He inhaled sharply, rubbing his temples with two fingers while his palm mapped his lips and cheeks. The man slowly brought his hand down to his sides and tried to reason with his wife.

"Myra, I ain't saying we are one―I'm just saying that I don't wanna become one," he breathed, knowing that his wife had a lot of anger issues that he had agreed to handle when he married her, "Things been hard, but they been hard for her too."

Myra took a few close-repeated breaths, her eyes never leaving the ripped holes in his jeans. The girl unlatched her keys from the hook of the wall, grabbing the door handle quietly. She turned back to her husband deftly, "Alright, Paul… It seems like you've chosen something that has been hurting me since it was born. So, I don't know, find me when you've come to your senses. I just,"

Her eyes softened, but she hid them with her dusty blonde hair, "I just can't be with someone who chooses something so horrible over me."

"Myra, don't―" Paul didn't know what he could do; she had never acted this way before. Usually it was just some trauma or an outburst that he'd settle with some calm words, but now she was leaving.

Her mother didn't reply, nor did she flinch or hesitate. She pried open the sticky, creaking door and shut it weakly behind her. Paul could not move, his eyes popping wide. Even if Myra seemed toxic; he loved her. Demi would be coming home soon; but his eyes were watering. If he let his daughter see him cry; it would be the end of his entire life.

Paul brought his phone from his back pocket and took a deep breath. He silently texted, Demi, please don't come home.

big cliffhanger sorry, but ! at least they big made up? :^)