Jennel's POV:
"I will break your fucking phone in a minut,e put it down." CeCe whispers against my neck, while I text Demi again for the fifth time in two minutes.

(9:15pm) Jennel: Please just hear me out Demi. This is hard for me, just let me explain.

"Give me your phone."

"No, CeCe get off me I don't want to. Not tonight."

"Why the hell did you come round then?" She asks bitterly, while getting off me. "Urg sleep on the sofa."

"Whatever Ce." I mutter while sliding off the bed and walking towards the living room.

"Demi open the door please."

It's 6am and I'm sat on the ground outside Demi's apartment pathetically knocking on the door. CeCe isn't in the best mood with me because we didn't fuck last night. I told her I was too tired when in reality all I wanted to do was go back to Demi's. I've only known her for three days and she already has some sort of hold over me.

"Demi I need to explain open the fucking door." I say into the door before bashing my fist against it. I lean against the door and begin banging my head against it. The door swings open and I fall into Demi's apartment, I'm lay on the ground. I look up and Marissa is staring down at me, looking quite pissed. Well I'd be pissed if a 17 year old was banging on the door and 6 in the morning. I scramble to get up before brushing myself off.

"She's in her room. She did tell me not to let you in, but you were pissing me off."

"Thanks." I mumble as I make my way towards Demi's room. I gently push the door open and she's sat in the middle of her bed watching TV. She looks up and me and then turns the TV off.

"M-morning."

"Morning Jennel." She says placing the remote next to her "I told Marissa not to let you in."

"I know, I was pissing her off so she let me in." I reply walking closer to her. She sighs before moving over, I sit next to her.

"I thought you were fucking CeCe?"

"So did I."

"I need to get ready for work, come round tonight we'll talk then." Demi says standing up and pulling her hoodie over her head. I stand up and walk towards her bedroom door. I pull it open and walk down the hall and towards the front door.

"Is she being stubborn?" Marissa asks while sipping her coffee.

"She said we'd talk tonight." I mumble before leaving. I walk back towards Chris' and get ready to leave before Nick turns up for CeCe.

~~~
"Hey Jen."

"Hi Drew." I say looking up at him; he looks down at before weakly smiling at me.

"I'm sorry about yesterday."

"Whatever." I mumble as I sit down at a table and place my lunch in front of me, he sits next to me and leans in to whisper to me.

"But we all know you'd fuck me."

I glare at him before moving away slightly, but he slides over to me again.

"Don't try and deny it, we both know that if you could you'd drag me into the changing rooms right now and fuck me." He whispers into my ear, his hot breath hitting my skin as each word leaves his mouth.

"No I wouldn't." I hiss at him, pushing him away from me.

"Come on baby you want me."

"No I don't Drew."

"What the fuck is wrong with you? You used to fuck guys all the time; everyone knows you're a whore."

That's all I can take, I stand up and slap him, hard. Knocking him backwards, he gets up so he's kneeling down in front of me, but stops when I clench my fist. I glare at him before I punch him in the face, and then slapping him again. I go to punch him but someone grabs hold of my hand while Mr Dawson pulls Drew up.

"Let go of me!" I scream while struggling out of the grip the person has on my hand.

"Jennel calm down."

I stop moving when I realise that it's Demi who's got hold of my hand. I fall against her slightly and she just looks down at me.

"I'll take her to my room; get her side of the story." Demi says to Mr Dawson before walking me out of the canteen and towards her class room. When we get inside Demi shuts the door before walking towards her desk and sitting down on her chair.

"Speak now, explain everything from what happened last night to why I just witnessed you beating the shit out of Drew Chadwick." She says looking towards me; I'm still stood near the door. She motions for me to come towards her. I walk over to her, pulling a chair with me, I place it next to her and sit on it before taking a deep breath to calm myself down.

"Here goes nothing. I'm shit with feelings, when I feel myself getting attached to someone I push them away. I can't help it, it just happens. The only reason I'm sleeping with CeCe is because I know it's no feelings attached. I know that I can't get hurt, I know that you could hurt me and I can't risk been hurt again."

Demi just stares at me in shock when I finish talking. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh, Demi moves her chair closer to mine and places her arm around me shoulder.

"I-I didn't know." She mumbles pulling me closer to her. "Jennel what happened? Who hurt you?" She asks looking into my eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Please."

I take a deep breath and focus my attention on the back of the class room as I let the memories flood back.

"His name was Spencer, when we first got together he was really nice. He treated me like I was a princess. If I wanted something he's get it for me. He had anger issues though, about eight months into our relationship he started to change. He'd treat me like shit, he's say I was a 'no good worthless whore' that I was only good for sex." I say as tears begin to roll down my cheeks. Demi places her hand on top of him and gently grazes her thumb on the top of my hand.

"You can stop if-"

"No it's fine." I say weakly smiling at her. "He used to get in a lot of debt with drug dealers, he's use me to pay his debt off. He'd make me have sex with them so he didn't have to give them money. I'd go back to his house crying because of what I had to do, and then he'd simply beat me. He'd tell me that I had to toughen up. One night it was so bad that I finally had enough; I lashed out and punched him back. He slammed me against a wall and slapped me, before ripping my pants off me and using me for the one thing I was good for."

By now I'm close to breaking down, it's been almost two years since I've spoken about it. Demi wraps her arms around me and just holds me against her as I let everything out. She rubs circles on my back while rocking me back and forth slowly.

"Why did you beat Drew?" She asks while still rubbing my back.

"H-he wanted t-to have sex, I s-said no. H-he said I used t-to fuck guys all the t-time and that e-everyone knows t-that I'm a w-whore." I mumble against Demi while still crying. She pulls me closer to her and kisses the top of my head.

"I want you to know that I would never ever hurt you like that. I've only known you for three days and I care about you."

"Y-you only c-care because you're my t-teacher."

"Yes I care because I'm your teacher, but I also care because I like you. I never get attached but I'm starting to get attached to you."

"I don't want to hurt anymore Demi."

"I'll stop you hurting, if you let me." She whispers to my while her fingers run through my hair. I look up at her before pressing my lips against hers. "You never finished your lunch, I've got half a day today. Want to get some?"

"Is this a date? Because I don't date Demi."

"Jennel I'm not going to hurt you."

"I don't date." I state while moving away from her, she pulls me back towards her.

"Listen to me; I am not going to hurt you. I am going to keep you safe; I'll never let anything happen to you." She says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Please, trust me. Not all people are like Spencer." She continues, leaning in and pressing her lips against mine. I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her back, before slowly pulling back and pressing my forehead against hers.

"You promise you'll keep me safe?"

"Always."

"So lunch then?" I say weakly smiling at her; she presses her lips against mine again.

"Yea, lunch." She says grinning at me. "Shit, how are we meant to get out of here without people noticing?" She finishes her grin no longer there.

"I have a feeling I'll have to see Mrs Hart anyway." I mumble, while unwrapping my arms from around Demi's neck.

"And the fact this is illegal, I'm your teacher and you're under 18."

"Demi we can work around that."

"But what if we can't?" She whispers, looking down.

"Are you serious? You give me a speech about not hurting me and keeping me safe. You doubting us seconds after I agree to go on a date is fucking hurting me Demi." I say standing up and walking towards the door. "Text me when you figure about what the fuck you want."