Jennel's POV:
[7:55am] Jennel: Come on Demi talk to me, I haven't done anything wrong just talk to me…
[8:01am] Jennel: Demi seriously this ignoring me thing is getting old now!
[8:04am] Jennel: I know you've read the message Demi, just fucking answer me!
[8:07am] Demi: Come to see me before school starts.
Why can't school start on a Tuesday? Monday is such a horrible day, I dislike Monday's so much. Reason number one I dislikes Monday's is that I have to see CeCe and I really don't want to, she's like a jealous ex, even though it was just sex. I so don't have time for this shit today, I just want to stay here and get high all day, but no! If I don't get out of this room within the next ten minutes Jillian will drag me out.
Reason number two is because Demi is in a major pissy mood with me because of the picture this asshole sent her of me dancing with some blonde girl in skimpy clothes. It's not like I ended up going home with her is it? I went back to Demi's, yes I was off my face but at least I ended up at hers and not some random girl's house! Like I probably would have three weeks ago.
"Jennel Garcia hurry the fuck up we're going to be late!" Wes screams from the living room, I roll my eyes as I slide on a pair of combat boots and then grab my leather jacket off the end of my bed. I slide it on while walking towards the door, grabbing my bag off the door handle and a beanie from the cabinet that is resting against the wall. I pull the beanie on to my head and then run my fingers through my hair as I walk out of my room, slinging my bag over my shoulder.
"Oh here she is little miss ripped jeans and leather jacket." Jillian says as I walk into the living room with a cigarette in my mouth and my lighter in my right hand. I light the cigarette and then stuff the lighter into my pocket as I get closer to them, taking a long drag, breathing it in and then blowing the smoke out. I flip her off as I grab my keys off the worktop in the kitchen, I turn to face her and Wes as I take another drag of the cigarette.
"Shut up Jill, are you ready to leave?"
"We've been ready for the last fifteen minutes."
"Well stop whining like a little bitch, get out of the damn apartment and into the fucking car." I say, rolling my eyes as Jillian mocks everything I say. I flip her off as we walk out of the apartment and I lock the door behind me, and then slide the key into my bag as we make our way down the three flights of stairs.
"You can put that out before you get into my car."
"Whatever." I groan, throwing the cigarette on to the sidewalk and then standing on it to put it out. We all get into Jillian's car and of course I get in the front, the front is Jennel's and Jennel's only, none for you Wesley. He groans as he slides into the back of the car and I stick my tongue out at him as I buckle my seat belt.
"So how are things with you and Demi now?" Wes asks, leaning forward and resting his head on my shoulder. Wes was there when Demi flipped out, like literally started screaming at me and yelling at Wes to get out because 'we need to talk'. When Wes left Demi carried on screaming at me and then wouldn't listen to a thing I said to her when I tried to explain.
"Well she's not spoken to me since I left hers yesterday, well got kicked out of hers with her screaming at me." I mumble, staring in front of me as my phone vibrates. I slide it out of my pocket and stare at it, noticing that it's only a text from Jess I shove it back into my pocket.
"What've you done to her now?" Jillian asks, stopping at a red light and then turning to face me.
"What, you mean Wes hasn't told you?
"No I haven't told her because you know that what happened would upset her." He says, leaning back against the back of the seat while resting his feet on the back off Jillian's seat. She turns to face me, kinking her eyebrow and then beginning to drive again.
"Well then what happened?"
"I went out and got drunk."
"There's more to it than that Jennel, I'm not that fucking stupid. Demi wouldn't scream at you for just getting drunk, she's seen you drunk before." She says, turning the corner and then driving down the road towards the school.
"Wes had to pick me up and then he took me to Demi's. Someone from school has been texting Demi, they know about us and they saw me last night so they sent her a picture yesterday. Now she's pissed off with me and is ignoring my texts."
"Why is she pissed off though, what else did you do?"
"Well I was dancing with some girl, and you know how I dance."
"You need to stop going out and getting drunk." She says, turning into the school parking lot and then nearly running over a third of the cheer squad. "Well fucking move then!" She yells, slamming her hand down on the horn and then pulling into a driving space. Once she's shut the engine off I open the door and then get out of the car, slamming the door and then leaning against it.
"There she is, the hottest teacher in school." Wes mumbles, standing next to me as Demi walks through the double black doors and into the main entrance.
"The only reason you think she's hot is because you've seen her kiss a girl." I mutter, slapping his chest and then whacking the front of his hat so it covers his eyes. He shoves my slightly and then pulls his hat back up so he can see again.
"I've seen you kiss millions of girls and you're not that hot." He says winking at me.
"Excuse me Wesley I remember you telling me that you'd fuck me if you had the chance."
"I was drunk, let it go." He mumbles as I glance towards Demi and then look her up and down; she's wearing a white shirt with an open bow tie and a black blazer with a pair of slightly tight black pants and heels.
"She is looking fucking hot today."
"Yea well she's mine so back off." I say as we begin to walk inside, he rolls his eyes at me while wrapping his arm around Jillian.
"You can have her; she seems to like marking whoever she sleeps with."
"Oh trust me she fucking does, you should see my shoulders." I say winking at him as we stop outside our lockers and I open mine before pulling out a few books and then stuffing them into my bag.
"At least she's nice when you're not fucking, unlike some fake blonde that you used to fuck weekly."
"Whatever, I'm going to see Demi before the bell goes."
"Have fun." Jillian says, cuddling into Wes and then leaning up to kiss him, urg. I make my way towards Demi's classroom, dodging several football players and chess geeks. One of them bangs into me and I just kink my eyebrow at him, he panics and begins to apologise before scurrying past me. I glance down the corridor and spot CeCe and Nick arguing, she's crying and he looks pissed.
When I get outside her classroom I lean against the wall next to the door, running my fingers through my hair. I finally push the door open and then walk inside, slowly shutting the door behind me. She looks up at me, with her pen hanging out of her mouth and her glasses balancing on the bridge of her nose. She shakes her head and then looks down at her laptop again.
"Demi."
"It's Miss Lovato."
"No it's not, it's Demi."
"I'm not in the mood Jennel can you just leave." She mutters, taking her glasses off and then gently rubbing her eyes.
"You asked me to come and see you."
"Fine just make it quick." She mutters, pulling her hands away from her eyes and then running her fingers through her hair and sighing.
"Demi did you sleep last night?"
"No, not really."
"Why not?" I mutter as I begin to walk closer to her desk.
"Because every time I closed my eyes all I could see was that fucking picture of you and that girl."
"Demi I really don't see what I've done wrong." I say, getting closer to her desk, and then slamming her laptop shut causing her to stand up and glare at me.
"You went out." She says." You went out and danced with a slut, and I don't need to find out about that from some idiot that keeps texting me about us!" She yells at me, getting closer to me, I back up and become pressed against a desk.
"I was wasted Demi, I didn't know what the fuck I was doing! All I know is that I didn't go home with anyone, I didn't hook up with anyone and I woke up in your bed, next to you so please tell me why you're treating me like I fucking cheated on you!"
"Because I don't like the fact that you went out and got drunk, like it was your only fucking way to cope!"
"That's how I've always coped with things!"
"Well it's not like you have someone that fucking loves you and would do anything to spend time with you is it? I don't like the fact you were all over some whore and I probably never even crossed your mind!" She yells into my face, placing her hands either side of me on the desk.
"Demi you did cross my mind, but Jess had just told me that I was a mess, that I'm a fuck up. If my own sister could say that to me then what stops you from thinking that? I just wanted to get away for a few hours, forget about everything and just let go!"
"Jennel I could never think that you were a mess, you don't have to keep up this bad ass act around me. You don't have to constantly go out, get drunk and high, not around me. I want to see the real Jennel, the Jennel that has read that pile of books in her room."
"That Jennel is long gone."
"Well I'm going to try and bring her back." She says, staring into my eyes before lightly pressing her lips against mine.
"Good luck with that, I've got to go anyway I've got maths." I reply, pushing her away from my slightly and then sliding off the desk.
"This doesn't mean that I'm not still pissed off with you because I am."
"Yet you just kissed me that totally makes sense Demi." I say, smiling at her as I leave her classroom, shutting the door behind her.
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[1:49pm] Wes: I think I know who's texting Demi…
I glance down at my phone before looking across the room towards Wes; he nods his head in the direction of Nick. I begin to text him back while the teacher rambles on in Spanish.
[1:53pm] Jennel: Really?! Him! Little Mr innocent?! How do you know?
I lean back in my seat and place my phone on my lap while watching Wes text back and occasionally glancing to look at Nick. I hear the random Spanish word being mutters as the teacher paces back and forth at the front of the classroom. My phone vibrates against my leg; I pick it up and then unlock it and begin to read the text.
[1:57pm] Wes: I had my suspicions because well he kind of found out about you and CeCe before you guys broke it off.
[2:59pm] Jennel: That doesn't mean that it's him though…
[2:01pm] Wes: I heard him on the phone to his brother, thanking him for giving him the number, and that he's out to get you…see if Demi knows his brother
[2:04pm] Jennel: I'm going to murder the little church going prick!
I see Wes open the message and let out a laugh before covering his mouth as the teacher glares at him. I hear him mutter an apology and then pick his pen up again, I know he's not writing anything down though. Knowing Wes he's probably doodling or writing a song.
I rip out a page of my book and then screw up before I launch it towards Nick, hitting the back of his head and then laughing slightly when he looks around the room clueless. For someone who is supposedly out to get me and is texting Demi he is fucking stupid. Wes laughs as well and Nick glares at him before getting shouted at by the teacher.
"Nick Jonas will you stop looking at Wes and listen to what I'm saying please."
[2:09pm] Jennel: I know you've got a free so come and get me 3
I begin to tap on the desk as I wait for Demi to text me back while I watch Wes mock what Nick is saying to the teacher. I laugh slightly as I feel my phone vibrate against my leg.
[2:11pm] Demi: Why? 3
[2:12pm] Jennel: I need to talk to you. I'm in Spanish with Miss Daniels 3
I slide my phone back into my pocket while I stare at the front of the classroom, trying to take is some of the utter shit that she just wrote on the board. This is boring, I turn to look outside and think about the fact that right now I could be sat out there with Wes getting high. I hear a knock at the door and then I hear it open before glancing towards it and smiling at Demi as she looks around the room. She smiles back at me before speaking to the teacher.
"Can I have Jennel Garcia please?" Demi says, leaning against the door frame, her right leg restring against the door, as she keeps her right hand on the door handle while smiling at Miss Daniels.
"Sure, Jennel go with Miss Lovato please."
I push my seat back and then stand up before grabbing my bag off the ground, I sling it over my shoulder and then walk towards Demi. We walk out of the classroom and Demi shuts the door behind her.
"I think you just wanted me to get you out of that lesson." She says letting out a small giggle.
"I do hate that lesson and I'd rather spend the hour with you but I do need to talk to you." I mutter as she looks down at me and notices messing with the sleeves on my jacket.
"School ends in an hour, you can smoke then."
"How do you know that's what I want?" I ask, looking up at her and kinking my eyebrow while smirking at her.
"Because I know you Jennel."
"Aw that's cute Demi."
"Shut up idiot."
"I'm your idiot."
"Yes you are, now why did you want to talk?" She asks as we get to her classroom, she unlocks the door and then pushes it open; I follow her inside, letting the door shut on its own as we walks towards her desk.
"Do you know Nick Jonas' brother?"
"I know both of them why?" She asks, sitting down on her chair and then spinning slightly, no Demi now is not the time to be acting like a child and spinning on a fucking swivel chair, who the fuck gave her a fucking swivel chair?!
"I think one of them gave Nick your number."
"I'm going to fucking kill him!" Demi yells, standing up and then walking towards the door. I quickly jump off the desk and chase after her, grabbing her wrist and then pulling her away from the door. "Get off me I'm going to talk to him."
"No you're not because it might not be him, then you'll be getting him suspicious if it isn't, but Wes heard him on the phone before thanking his brother for giving him 'the number'."
"I bet it was Joe, I'm starting to hate him even more." Demi mutters as I drag her back towards her desk, she sits down and kicks her shoes off underneath the desk.
"Why him and not the other one?"
"Me and Joe went to college together, we were friends for the first two years."
"So what happened?" I ask, looking at her slightly confused.
"He hates me because I turned him down. No one turns Joe Jonas down unless they're gay." She says winking at me. "He tried to get me in bed with him, I said no. He asked me why and I said that I'd rather have my eyes gouged out than fuck him." She says, snickering slightly as she looks up at me.
"Sounds like someone doesn't like getting turned down."
"Oh I've not finished yet, there's more. Then he got me drunk at a party and tried to get me in bed with him again, but he was a little bit shocked when he walked into one of the room and found me with my head was in between his ex's legs while she was screaming my name."
"So he's trying to get back at you for turning him down and for being gay?"
"And for fucking his Ex better than he ever could, but yes it sounds like something he'd do, and if Nick knows about what you and 'it'." Demi snarls. "Had going on then we have two Jonas' after us." She finishes, running her fingers through her hair while looking up at me.
"We can get through this; it's just two little boys playing games."
"Little boys playing games that know I'm with a student."
"Demi I can handle Nick, if it got out that CeCe was fucking a girl behind his back it'd break him."
"That's not the point, Joe knows what he's doing. Jennel they could wreck me, I'd never get a teaching job again."
"They won't wreck you Demi. Nick knows nothing, he's just jealous because I fucked CeCe before him and Joe is just upset that he couldn't fuck you." I say, leaning down and taking her hands in mine before lightly pressing my lips against them as the bell rings. "I'll sort it out Demi don't worry."
"What're you going to do?"
"You don't need to know." I say, smiling at her as she glances up at me.
"Jennel what are you going to do?"
"Just don't worry about anything, I'll sort everything out." I say as I quickly pressing my lips against hers and then make my way towards the door. I walk out of her classroom and slide my phone out of my pocket before writing a message to Wes.
[2:20pm] Jennel: Skip English, meet me under the bleachers we need to do something about Nick…
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School finished fifteen minutes ago, nearly everyone has left and the only ones that are here are the teachers, well and me, Wes and Nick. I'm sat under the bleachers, smoking a joint while I wait for Wes to bring Nick to me. I look up and spot then walking across the football field, well Wes is dragging Nick.
"Wes get the fuck off me!" I hear Nick scream as I pull the joint out from in between my lips and then blow the smoke out. Wes drags Nick towards me before standing in front of me with his right hand gripping on to Nick's hair and his other hand holding Nick's arms behind his back.
"Hey Nick."
"What the fuck do you want whore!" He screams at me while trying to pull away from Wes as I stub out the joint and then stand up.
"Now that's no way to speak to a lady is it Nicholas, I don't think mommy Jonas would like that." Wes says, pulling Nick's arms back even more.
"She's far from a fucking lady, now what do you want?" He spits out while attempting to get away from Wes again.
"Nicky where are your manners today?"
"What do you want?" He asks still struggling under Wes' grip.
"I want to know why you're texting Demi."
"Who?"
"You know who I'm talking about Nick, so don't play dumb with me."
"Because you're a fucking whore and deserve what's coming to you!" He yells as Wes pulls him back and tightens his grip.
"And why am I a whore Nicholas? That's not a nice thing to say, daddy would be disappointed in you Nicky, using those kinds of words to talk about women."
"You know why! You corrupted my girlfriend."
"Ex-girlfriend, and she came to me, she wanted drugs, and she wanted the parties and the sex that came with them. I gave her things you couldn't; I gave her an orgasm Nick something you and your fucking purity ring could never give her." I whisper, smirking at him as I walk closer to him, he attempts to kick Wes but get a slap to the back of the head.
"You fucking whore!"
"Excuse me Nicholas but CeCe was the one that came running to me for sex, I just gave her what she wanted."
"Now you're fucking a teacher!"
"You mean the same one that your slime ball of a brother tried to get into bed and then got drunk to try and fuck her after she turned him down?" I ask, kinking my eyebrow as I walk back and forth in front of Nick and Wes.
"She's a slut."
"She's a slut because she wouldn't fuck your low life brother? Because she's gay that makes her a slut? I'm starting to hate you more and more Nick." I hiss, walking up to him and lightly slapping his face.
"You hit like a fucking girl."
"In case you haven't noticed Nick, I am a girl."
"You're a whore not a girl."
"Oh Nicky, I am a girl, ask CeCe because she's sure as hell noticed." I say with a slight smirk before I slam my fist into his stomach causing him to stumble back and knock into Wes.
"Fucking hell Jennel remember that I'm here please."
"Learn that from Spencer?" Nick asks, looking up at me as his eyes glaze over, my jaw clenches and I punch the side of his face, busting his lip open. "He taught you well didn't he." He mutters as I hit the same spot again.
"I suggest you shut your mouth Nick."
"Why what are you going to do to me? Beat me like Spencer beat you?"
"You shouldn't have said that Nick." Wes says as he let's go of him and I punch his side causing him to fall to the ground. He's lay in front of my holding his stomach, Wes pulls him up so he's kneeling in front of me and I slam my fist into his face again. My hand is not covered in blood and he has bruises forming as well a as cut up lip and bleeding nose.
Wes lets him go and he falls to the floor again, clutching his side while moaning and whimpering slightly.
"Listen here curly hair, leave Demi alone, and leave me alone. Go back to CeCe and forget about everything that you've heard." I say crouching down next to his face and turning his head so he's looking up at me.
"And what if I don't?"
"Well then this will happen again, and again, and again. Each time it's going to get worse, are we clear?" I ask, smiling down at him and then lightly slapping his cheek.
"Yes."
"Good, now fuck off." I say, he stands up and Wes throws him his bag before we watching him limp away.