Jennel's POV:
It's been two days since the whole jealous Demi issue, and I've only been home to get clothes and weed. Jess wasn't in anyway, so I would've been alone if I stayed there. Why stay at an apartment alone, when I can stay with Demi and not be alone.
I slam my locker door shut as Wes comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up before putting me down and then resting his arm on my shoulders. I punch him lightly and then slide him a joint as I sling my bag over my shoulders.
"Where's Jill?" He asks, sliding the joint into his pocket as he leans against the row of lockers behind him.
"She text me this morning saying that she's ill."
"So what are we doing today that?"
"We have Chemistry next, so we're going to that." I mutter, grabbing his arm and then dragging him towards Demi's classroom.
"Just because you're fucking her doesn't mean we have to go to the lesson." He whines as we get outside Demi's classroom, I laugh slightly while pushing the door open. I glance inside and Demi is sat at her desk, she looks up and smiles at me. I grab Wes and push the door open even more, pulling him inside with me. "This so isn't fair, why couldn't you fuck someone that's not our teacher."
"Oh shut up whining will you, even if I wasn't fucking her I'd still make you come in."
"Why?"
"She's hot, I like it when she's teaches." I reply, smirking at him and then sitting on the desk in front of Demi's desk. Wes groans and sits next to me; I swing my legs back and forth while I watch Demi mark books.
"So what lovely conversation were you two having?" She asks, glancing up at me and then sliding her glasses off. She places them on the desk next to her and shuts the book she was previously marking.
"Wes was saying that I only come to this lesson because you're fucking me."
"I wasn't." Wes defends, glaring at me causing me laugh slightly.
"So if we weren't fucking you wouldn't come to this lesson?" Demi asks, standing up and then making her way towards me. She stands in front of me, placing her hands either side of me while Wes just stares at us.
"Well he wouldn't have to persuade me to skip lesson if we weren't fucking." I reply, placing my hands on her hips and pulling her closer to me.
"And why is that?"
"Because if we weren't together I'd probably never come to your lessons."
"Are my lessons that boring?" Demi asks, stepping back slightly. I pull her back to me and she just kinks her eyebrow.
"I wouldn't know the answer to that question, I don't pay attention. I'm always too busy staring at you." I reply, winking at her and then leaning forwards to press my lips against hers. She hums against my hips as I grip on to her hips and she slides her arms around my body.
"Guys I'm still here y'ano." Wes mutters, shoving my shoulder causing Demi to pull away from me, blushing slightly. I keep my hands on her hips while Demi plays with the hem of my jacket; I press my lips against hers.
"So are we doing anything tonight?"
"I can't, I'm meeting a friend, she's a personal trainer, wants to give me a free session or something." She replies, kiss me again and then removing my hands from her hips before stepping away from me. "Go wait outside; people will be turning up soon. You'll kill your badass reputation if you're early to class." She says, winking at me as she walks round her desk and then sits down again.
"People know what I've done to Nick, I'll always be badass. Plus I'm the pot selling, leather jacket wearing, badass everyone wants to fuck." I reply winking at her.
"Too bad I'm fucking you isn't it."
"Not bad for me." I say, smirking as I pull Wes off the desk and drag him out of the classroom. The door shuts behind us and I lean against the wall facing Demi's classroom, Wes stands next to me, placing his arm around my shoulder.
"English isn't on today, she's ill or some crap. Fancy getting high instead?"
"Sure, its next lesson right?"
"Yea its next lesson, which is also last lesson so we could just go to yours considering you're not prancing around with Demi tonight." He says, as everyone else turns up, they queue up against the wall facing me and Wes. Demi pulls the door open, smirks at me and Wes and then allows the class to walk into the room, we wait until everyone else is in the room before we walk inside.
I push myself off the wall, grabbing hold of Wes' jacket and pulling him along with me. Demi kinks her eyebrow at me and I just wink at her as I get into the room. I pull Wes towards my seat and make him sit next to me because Jillian isn't in.
"Wesley normal seat please." Demi says, I pout at her and she shakes her head at me. Wes attempts to stand up but I pull him back down.
"Miss please can Wes sit next to me, Jillian isn't in and I missed last lesson." I reply, knowing that Wes was in the lesson that I missed. Demi walks towards us, swaying her hips and trying not to smirk at me. When she reaches the desk she places her hands on it and then leans over the desk.
"Jennel, everyone else will want to move seats."
"I'll give you something in return." I whisper, smirking at her as her mouth hangs open in shock. "Me, you a few joints and no clothes." I huskily whisper, low enough that only Demi and probably Wes can hear me. Demi pushes herself away from the desk, standing up properly and then staring at me in shock again.
"Only for this lesson Jennel, next lesson he is in his normal seat."
"Thanks Miss Lovato." I reply, winking at her as she leans against the front of her desk, her skirt slightly sliding up her legs. I chew on my bottom lip and look her up and down; she crosses her arms over her chest and kinks her eyebrow at me.
"You always get your own way."
~~~
Me and Wes are in my bedroom, I'm lay in the middle of my bed and he's lay on the floor. We're both staring at the ceiling. We've already smoke a few joints and now we're both giggling while Wes attempts to roll another joint. He holds it up once he's finally rolled it; I lean over and grab it out of his hand. I place it in between my lips and pat around my bed for my lighter, I knock it off the bed and on to Wes.
"Wes pass me the lighter please." I say, propping myself up on elbows, with the joint hanging out of my mouth and my eyebrow kinked at him. He picks it up off his chest and then holds it up; his face is covered by his hat. I grab the lighter out of his hand, light the joint and then throw it back on to his chest while taking a drag. I pull the joint out of my mouth, passing it down to Wes while I breathe in and then blow the smoke out.
"So how's Demi in bed?" Wes asks, sitting up and then passing me the joint again.
"Fucking amazing."
"How amazing?" He says, smirking at me with his eyebrow kinked.
"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
"I want coffee."
"Well go and make one then." I state, rolling on to my side, propping my head up and then looking down at Wes. I hand him the half smoked joint and then lie back down again and stare up at the ceiling.
"I want a real coffee, come to the coffee shop where Jillian works with me."
"Fine, go and get my shoes though."
"What am I? Your fucking slave?"
"Yes you are, now go and get my shoes bitch." I mumble, grabbing the joint off him, I take a drag of it as he groans, pushing himself up and then crawls out of my room. The door hits him as he leaves my room and then he begins to make his way down the hallway. I sit up and then sit on the edge of my bed, waiting for him to get back with my shoes. I grab my phone off the table next to my bed, unlock it and then begin writing a text to Demi.
[3:42pm] Jennel: Demiiiii! I'm bored, when are you finished with this fitness friend?! I want to see rather amazing looking teacher ;) 3
I send the message, lock my phone and then place it on the bed next to me as Wes walks back into my room. He's holding my shoes in one hand and my jacket in the other; he throws my shoes at me and then my jacket. I feel my phone vibrate next to me as I grab my shoes and slide then on, tucking the laces in and then standing up. I pick my jacket up off my bed and slide it on before picking my phone up and reading the message off Demi.
[3:47pm] Demi: We've finished the fitness crap, we're catching up now. Why do you want to see me ;) 3
I begin texting Demi back while Wes grabs the lighter and cigarettes off the ground and stuffs them into the pocket in his jeans. He pushes me out of my room, shutting the door behind him and then dragging me down the hallway.
[3:50pm] Jennel: Because I want to slam you against a wall and kiss you, biting your bottom lip and hear you moan ;) 3
I lock my phone before sliding it into my pocket as Wes pulls me up to the front door; I grab my keys off the hook and stuff them into my pocket. We walk out of the apartment, I slam the door shut behind me and then both of us make our way down the stairs and into the lobby of the apartment block. Wes walks up to the main entrance, holding the door open for me as I walk out on to the sidewalk.
He follows me out and we begin to make our way towards the coffee shop that's on the corner of the street. Wes wraps his arm around my shoulder as he pushes the glass door open, we walk inside and Wes trips slightly, nearly falling into a woman. Both of us begin laughing as the door shuts behind us, Jillian's boss glares at as before nodding at me.
I drag Wes towards the counter and order our usual order, I lean against the counter while Wes is stood in front of me, his hand resting next to my body. I punch his chest slightly and he whines like a little girl before rubbing his chest.
"Here you go Jennel."
I turn around and take the two cups of coffee off the counter behind me, handing one to Wes and the pointing to an empty table for him to sit at. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket as I smile at Jillian's boss.
"Thanks Craig." I say, smiling at him and then walking towards the table Wes is sat at. I sit down in front of him and grab one of the sugar sachets out of the middle of the table; I tear it open and then pour it into my coffee. I reach across the table, grab a spoon and then stir my coffee while Wes rambles about having another party.
"Wes you don't need another party, your mom won't let you."
"She will though, I mean she's going away soon." He says, resting his feet on the empty chair that's next to me.
"You mean she won't know."
"Yea that." He replies, laughing at then flicking something at me. I flip him off before glancing up as I hear a laugh that could only belong to one person, Demi. She's sat at a table across the room from us; she has her back facing us. Sat across from her is her friend, I suppose, she's got short blonde hair that's brushed to the left over her forehead and ends just over her eyes. The sides of her hair are shorter than the hair on top, she has tattoo's, one on her ribcage, one on her wrist and from what I can see a few on her fingers. She's wearing a black sports bra and a pair of grey sweat pants, the legs rolled up to just below her knees.
"You're going to have one anyway aren't you?"
I don't listen to what Wes has to say, I'm too busy watching Demi and her 'friend' that seems to be all over her at the moment. Demi has her hair tied up, she's wearing sweat shorts and a black t-shirt, she laughing while this friend places her hand on Demi's thigh. I realise that my phone went off while I was getting the coffees. I slide it out of my pocket and unlock it, still keeping my eyes on Demi; I eventually glance down at my phone and read the message.
[3:57pm] Demi: Are you high? You only get like this when you're high as fuck? …and right now I kind of like it ;) 3
I don't bother texting her back, I just lock my phone, placing it on the table in front of me while keeping my eyes on Demi, while her and her friend are still laughing. Her friend keeps resting her hand on the top of Demi's leg and then rubbing it slightly. I clench my jaw and Wes notices, he turns around to see what I'm looking at before turning to face me again.
"Is that Demi?"
"Yes it is."
"Who's little miss peroxide that's sat with her?" Wes asks causing me to laugh slightly before looking at him.
"I don't know, she did say she was meeting up with a friend. I don't like that she keeps touching Demi like that though." I mutter, keeping my eyes on them as Demi's friend brushes her fingers against Demi's face and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only I get to touch her like that."
"Someone's getting a little jealous." He says smirking at me; I punch his leg causing him to scream. "Fuck you Jennel!" He yells causing everyone to look at him, including Demi. She stares at me while I glare at Wes; he just innocently smiles at me. I punch him again and stare at Demi; she's still looking over at me. She smiles at me and I just wave at her slightly.
Wes is rubbing his leg while ranting about something to do with having a party and getting enough weed. I just nod at him and smile while Demi and her friend stand up.
"Wes I swear if they're coming here I will fucking stab you." I say as I glance up and notice that they're making their way towards us, I run my fingers through my hair as they get to our table. Demi smiles at me, so I smile back at her while Wes sits there, with his feet still on the seat next to me and a smirk on his face. "Wes put your feet down."
"Yes mom." He mocks, taking his feet off the chair and then pouting at me, I flip him off again before pulling the chair out for Demi to sit on. Demi sits next to me and I place my hand on her thigh, she looks and me, and I wink at her before sliding it up. She places her hand on top of mine and then slides it back down her leg.
"Wes move over so Demi's friend can sit down."
"You're so fucking moody today, what's wrong? Is Demi not putting out anymore?" He asks, smirking at me causing me to slap him arm as he sits next to me.
"Oh she is Wes, have you seen my neck and shoulders." I say as I turn to face Demi, noticing that she's blushing and avoiding looking at her friend.
"Hi I'm Miley; I thought I'd introduce myself considering this asshole is too embarrassed to do anything at the moment." The blonde woman says, holding her hand out over the table. I shake her hand as Demi glances up at her.
"Hey, I'm Jennel."
"So apparently you're Demi's bit on the side." She says kinking her eyebrow at me and then laughing as Demi attempts to hit her.
"That would be me."
"She's hot Dee." Miley says, winking at me, I smirk at her as Demi glances between the pair of us.
"Guys shut up; you're more than a bit on the side Jennel." Demi mumbles before glancing around the room and then standing up. "Meet me at my place, someone could see us here."
"It would be easier to go to mine Demi, its closer." I suggest, smiling at her.
"Um yea sure, where's Jess?"
"Are you serious? She's out, either at work or at Jason's I can't remember." I reply, laughing at then standing up, pulling Wes up with me. "Just leave like five minutes after us."
"I suppose so, what do I get when we're alone?" Demi asks as I glance down at her.
"That's for me to know and you to fine out."
"Hate you."
"No you don't." I say, smirking at her and then walking out of the coffee shop. Dragging Wes with me because he's too busy checking Miley out.
~~~
Wes and I are stood in the kitchen; Wes is rolling a joint over the sink while I grab two cans of beer out of the fridge. I pass him a can and he smiles at me, opening it and then taking a sip before going back to rolling the joint.
"Look what I bought yesterday." Wes says, sliding a packet of flavoured skins out of the pocket of his jacket and then sliding them towards me.
"Yet you chose to roll this joint with plain skins, idiot."
"Well sorry, would you like me to start it again?" He asks, kinking his eyebrow at me and then holding the joint out in front of me.
"You've rolled it now; we'll just smoke this one." I say as there's a knock at the door, I turn around and walk out of the kitchen, making my way towards the front door as Wes lights the joint. I pull the door open and Demi smiles at me.
"Finally, what took you so fucking long?" I ask as Demi and Miley walk into the apartment, Demi shuts the door behind her before wrapping her arms around me.
"Fucking hell Jennel it smells like a pot farm in here."
"Doesn't it always? So what took you so long to get here?"
"Well this asshole found a fucking dog and ended up talking to the owner about dogs." Demi whines, pressing her lips against mine and then pressing me against the door while sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. "I've missed you."
"Dem it's been like four hours."
"I still missed you." She mumbles against my lips, pulling away as Miley clears her throat. Demi moves away from me, placing her hand in mine and then pulling me with her. "Miley I've seen you do worse."
"That's not the point, you whore."
"But I'm her whore." Demi replies, glancing at me as we sit down on the sofa, Demi sits next to me before leaning against me and resting her head on my shoulder.
"You two are sickly in love." Wes mutters from the kitchen, I turn around and see him messing about with a bong he made out of a bottle a few weeks ago.
"Wes leave it alone, it works perfectly fine, so just put it down before you fuck it up."
"Whatever, slut."
"At least I'm getting me some pussy!" I yell back causing Demi to slap the top of my arm, I glance up at her and pout at her.
"Is that all I am to you? Some pussy to get?"
"Of course not baby, you know I love you." I reply, pressing my lips against hers and then smiling against her lips while she wraps her arms around my neck.
"Demetria, I'm still her you know that right?" Miley says, throwing at cushion at us. Demi pulls away from me, throws the pillow back at Miley as I move slightly so I'm lay down with my head resting on Demi's lap.
"So how do you two know each other then?" I ask, turning to face Miley.
"Well I went to high school with this asshole, and then she followed me to college." Miley answers, in a county accent.
"Excuse me, you followed me."
"She just can't live without me." Miley says, smiling at me and then flipping Demi off while she glares at her. "So how did you two meet?"
"We met in a club."
"Like a hook up?" Miley asks staring at Demi in shock.
"Yes Miley like a hook up." Demi answers, running her fingers through my hair while looking down at me and smiling at me. I look up at her and smile at her before propping myself up and then pressing my lips against hers.
"Whoa Demi, I never had you down as the hooking up type."
"Things have changed since college Miles." Demi mumbles, wrapping her arm around me and then kissing the side of my head.
"So you turned into a whore?"
"I'm not a whore, I just hooked up with a few people, but I only ever stayed with one of them."
"Aw aren't you cute, you're not getting anything off me though." I reply, lightly nudging her as Wes leans over the back of the sofa.
"I've got to go dude, Jillian wants to see me, here have these back." He says, sliding my cigarettes and lighter out of his pocket and then passing them to me. "Oh and this, I grabbed it before, you said you owed me." He mumbles, throwing a small bag of weed at me.
"So you just took it?"
"Yes Jennel, I just took it." He says as he leaves the apartment.
"Wesley you are a fucking prick!" I yell, leaning forward to place the weed, cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table.
"Be nice Jennel." Demi says as I lean back against her and she begins to play with the ends of my hair.
"He took it without asking Demi."
"So, be nice to him, or I'll make you work harder in lessons instead of staring at me the whole time." Demi says, pressing her lips to my forehead. I smile at Demi and then glance up and notice Miley eyeing up the pot on the table.
"Is that pot?" Miley asks, looking up from the table and then smiling at me.
"It sure is."
"You're not having any Miley." Demi says, giving Miley her 'teacher' look and then shaking her head.
"Why not? You're not my mother."
"Yea Demi let her have some. It's not like you've not been high before."
"Fine but I'm not looking after your high ass later." Demi mumbles, wrapping both of her arms around me and then kissing my neck while Miley grabs the bag off the coffee table.
"If we go into my room there are some ready rolled joints." I mutter out as Demi starts to suck on my neck causing me to moan slightly.
"Fucking hell Demi, I've know you for over eight years and I've never seen you like this."
"It's what she does to me." Demi replies, moving away from me and then getting off the sofa, pulling me up with her and then dragging me towards my bedroom. I grab Miley's wrist and pull her with us otherwise Demi will end up pouncing on me. Don't get me wrong normally I'd be up for it but I kind of just want to get high right now.
We walk into my room, Demi shuts the door behind her and I make my way towards my bed. Pulling the box out from underneath it and then taking the lid off it. I grab three joints and rest them on my bed while I grab a lighter from the box as well. Demi stands behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and then kissing my neck.
"Demi what's got into you? You're never like this."
"I don't know, but I like it." She whispers against my neck as she leaves open mouth kisses up the length of my neck.
"Mm me too."
"Okay guys hate to ruin the moment, but can we get high yet?" Miley asks, Demi pulls away from me and I turn my head to the side. Miley is sat on the end of my bed with a joint in between her fingers while she's smirking at me and Demi. I throw her my lighter and then sit on the floor, pulling Demi down with me as she grabs the other two joints off my bed. She passes me one and then grabs the lighter off Miley. She lights both of them and smiles at me.
"You're getting good at that Demi."
"I've had a good teacher." She replies, leaning forward and lightly kissing me as Miley slides off my bed and sits next to us.
"She didn't even know how to work a fucking lighter in college."
"Shut up Miley, I told you things have changed."
"Yea I know you're a whore and a pothead now." Miley says, laughing as she blows out a cloud of smoke before getting punched in the arm by Demi. "You're a bitch."
"Dem I like your friend, she likes getting high and she's hot. Can we keep her please?" I ask, looking at Demi and pouting at her, she just shakes her head at me as Miley wraps her arm around my shoulder.
"Go on Demi let her keep me."
"Nope, because I know what you're like. You'll end up sleeping with her."
"No I won't Demi." Miley replies, glaring at Demi and then pretending to cry. I move closer to Demi, resting my head on her shoulder and then looking up at her.
"She won't get a change to sleep with me baby, you're the only one for me."