Jennel's POV:
"Well fancy seeing you here." CeCe slurs, leaning against me and then placing her hand on my thigh as I run my fingers through my hair.
"Hi CeCe." I mutter, drinking a mouthful of beer and then placing it on the arm of the sofa.
I look down at CeCe's hand and then glance at her; she smirks at me again, moving her hand up my thigh while brushing my hair away from my neck. She then presses her lips against the base of my neck, trailing kisses up my neck. I'm far too drunk to even attempt to push her off me; she slides her hand under my shirt and rests it on my stomach as she begins to suck on my neck. I let out a small moan and she smirks against my neck, her fingers dancing along my stomach, grazing the waistband of my shorts, her nails scratching against my skin.
"CeCe stop it please." I mutter pushing her off me, she just smirks at me and then presses her lips against mine. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth as her arms snake around my neck and her fingers lace into my hair, tugging on it lightly. I let out a moan and she slides her tongue into my mouth, straddling me, and then grinding her hips causing me to moan into her mouth. I place my hands on her hips and hold her still while my tongue effortlessly glides against hers.
"Fuck I missed this." She moans into my mouth as she pulls on my hair and begins to move her hips again, even though I'm still gripping them. I dig my nails into her hips and she just moans into my mouth, smirking against my lips.
Jennel you need to stop this right now, think about Demi. I know she doesn't give a shit right now but you still love her. I push CeCe off me and wiping my mouth, and then standing up before walking towards the front door. I push it open and then begin wandering out of the house.
"God damn it Jennel come back here!" CeCe yells, chasing after me.
I'm sat on the step in front of the front door, holding a joint in my right hand and leaning against the wall next to the front door. CeCe walks outside and then sits next to me, placing her hand on my thigh again, I brush it off and she just glares at me.
"CeCe stop it, please I can't, and even if I could I don't want to." I mutter, taking a drag of the joint and then sliding my phone out of my pocket. CeCe grabs my hand and pulls me up, dragging me back inside, and then slamming the door behind us as I sigh, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. CeCe pulls me into the kitchen, I lean against the worktop and she stands in front of me.
"I miss you.
"Stop it, you don't miss me. You just miss the sex."
"I mean it Jennel; I miss you, not just the sex. I miss hanging out with you, I miss the fun we used to have, getting high and drunk with Wes." She mutter, grabbing a bottle of vodka out of the fridge and then filling two glasses halfway before topping them both off with coke. She hands me the glass, I take it off her and then drink half of it at once. CeCe just smirks at me, sipping hers as I bring the joint back to my mouth.
"This doesn't mean you're getting a fuck tonight."
"Are you sure about that." She replies, pressing her body against mine and then smashing her lips against mine, parting my lips with her tongue as her hands grip on to my hips. All I can think about is Demi, the fact that I should be kissing Demi and not CeCe, yet here I am, pressed against a wall with CeCe's body against mine and her lips sloppily pressed against mine. I push her off me, drink the rest of the drink and then walk out of the house.
Once I'm outside I slide my phone out my pocket, notice that I have over 10 missed calls off Demi, and at least 5 of both Lauren and Marissa, I ignore them, opening my contacts and then scrolling until I find his number. I press the call button, bringing my phone to my ear as I hear it ringing, he picks it up and groggily mutters something.
"What do you want Jennel?" He mutters.
"Come pick me up, please."
"Why? Where are you? What's wrong?"
"I'm drunk, I'm at a party and CeCe is here, she keeps kissing me. Please Max I just want to sleep right now."
"Where is this party then?"
"Um, I don't know it's near yours. Please come and get me I don't want to walk on my own."
"Jennel I need an address." He says, getting slightly annoyed at the fact I'm slurring my words and also the fact it is 4am and I just rang him to come and pick me up. I turn around and look at the number on the house.
"Um…number 18 Bourneville Avenue."
"Fine I'll be there in ten minutes, stay away from CeCe and don't drink anything else." He says, in a strict tone before hanging up. I lock my phone, sliding it back into my pocket and then walking back into the house.
I stumble into the kitchen, grab a can of beer (who even listens to Max anyway?) and then make my way into the back garden. I spot Wes sat around a fire pit with a guitar and a joint, his hat is on backwards and he grins at me as I walk towards him. I sit next to him and rest my head on his shoulder and he places his arm around me.
"When did you get back?"
"When Demi decided that she doesn't want to be my girlfriend." I reply, taking the joint off him, taking a drag and then handing it back to him.
"So you came back here, where's Lauren?"
"She's at Demi's, with Marissa. Demi kind of walked in on me and Lauren about to kiss." I mumble as CeCe staggers towards us. "This is just what I fucking need."
"Shit I forgot she was here."
"Oh I already knew, she pressed me against a wall and made out with me, that is after telling me that she misses me." I reply as she sits next to me smirking at me, I place my arm around her and she rests her head on my shoulder.
"Just friends?" She asks, looking up at me.
"Since when did you want just friends?"
"Since I realised that it's either just friends or nothing at all."
"So just friends then." I reply as she begins to shiver against me, I slide my jacket off and hand it to her, she smiles at me and then slips it on
"Jennel." The moment I hear his voice I roll my eyes and stare at the fire in front of me, I glance up and he's stood in front of me, shaking his head at me.
"Hey Maxy."
"I thought I said no more drinking and to stay away from CeCe." Max says, glaring at me and then pulling me up, I stumble slightly and fall against him, I giggle and he just sighs. He picks me up and then walks through the house, a guy shoves a can of beer into my hand and Max just glares at him.
"Smile Maxy." I say, taking a mouthful and then goofily grinning at him.
"Jennel it's four in the morning, you're wasted and you woke me up, so no I won't be smiling." He says, walking out of the house. "And put that fucking can down." He demands, slamming the front door behind him before walking towards his car. Opening the door and placing me inside, he straps me in and then gets in the driver's side, starting the engine before driving towards his house.
When we pull up outside I'm beginning to fall asleep, with my head resting against the window. Max nudges me and I glance up at him, my eyes half closed and my hair stuck to the sides of my face. He groans and then brushes my hair off my face before unbuckling my seat belt. Max gets out of the car and picks me up I wrap my arms around his neck and he kicks the car door shut, carrying me inside and then placing me on his sofa.
"You need to talk to Demi."
"Yea I know Maxy." I say, lying down as he places a blanket over me, I lazily smile up at him as he turns the light off.
"Night Jennel."
"Night Maxy." I mutter, closing my eyes as I wrap myself in the blanket, fuck my head is going to hurt in the morning.
I groan at how god damn bright it is in this room, pulling the blanket over my head and then rolling over as I hear Max walk out of the kitchen and then make his way towards me. I hold the blanket closer to me as he attempts to pull it off me.
"Alright Jennel, get up you've got school in half an hour." Max says, ripping the blanket off me and then handing me a bottle of water and two Advil.
"Fuck off Max."
"No, get up now." He says, glaring at me. "Jennel I will ring Demi, get the fuck up."
"Fine I'm up!" I yell, sitting up and glaring at him.
"You're not going to school in those clothes; there are a few of your clothes still in the spare room." He says as I push myself off the sofa, I sigh remembering why Max has some of my clothes at his house.
I used to stay here when Spencer would scream and beat me, when I just couldn't take any more; I ended up staying here for a few weeks before Spencer persuaded me to go back to him. He'd always persuade me to go back with him, and then three weeks later I was back staying at Max's. He told me that he was going to keep some of my clothes here in case I ever needed to stay again.
I slide my shorts off, taking my phone out of the pocket before throwing it on to the bed, I then grab a pair of jeans, pulling them on, and then fastening them. I pick my phone up, sliding it into the pocket on the jeans before pulling my shirt over my head and throwing it on the bed. I grab the black hoodie off the shelf and pull it over my head, leaving the hood up as I walk out of the bedroom. I shuffle into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and then washing my face.
"The spare toothbrushes are in the cabinet." Max yells through the door.
"Thanks Max." I mumble, opening the cabinet and then grabbing a toothbrush, taking it out of the packaging and then grabbing the bottle of toothpaste. I quickly brush my teeth before walking out of the bathroom and back towards Max. He smiles at me, passing me a bottle of water as we walking out of the house. We get into his car and I rest my head against the window as he drives towards school.
"Ring her Jennel."
"Fine." I mutter as I slide my phone out of my pocket and stare down at the screen, 20 missed calls off Demi, fuck. I stare at the screen as a picture of me and her flashes up on it, she's ringing me, shit. I suppose I should answer it considering I missed twenty of them last night. I answer the call and bring the phone to my ear.
"Where the fuck have you been?!"
"Out." I reply, Max glances towards me, shaking his head as he stops at the red light.
"What?" I mutter to him while he taps his fingers against the steering wheel.
"Don't use that attitude with Demi, it'll end in tears." He replies as I attempt to understand what Demi is yelling through the phone.
"Then why the fuck have I just walked past a group of idiotic boys talking about how you and CeCe were all over each other last night!" She screams at me, I pull the phone away from my ear as Max pulls up outside the school.
"Okay can you not scream at me? Because my head is going to explode and I'm really not in the mood for you to be like this."
"Well that' not my fault is it? You're the idiot that got drunk on a school night."
"Demi just shut up, I'm outside school now."
"Fine, get to my room the moment you get in." She demands as I climb out of Max's car, I shut the door and smile at him while Demi continues to rant down the phone.
"Whatever, I'll be there in like a minute." I mumble, hanging up as I walk away from the car and towards the entrance to the school. I push the door open, walking inside and then making my way straight to Demi's classroom. I push through the sea of pre-pubescent boys that are talking about sex, bitch please the only pussy you've ever seen was your mom's when you popped out of it.
When I get outside Demi's room I lean against the door, spotting CeCe walking towards me, she smiles at me so I smile back, before remembering what happened last night, fuck. She stands next to me before speaking.
"So why did Max drag you away last night?"
"I asked him to come and get me." I reply, glancing up at her and smiling when I notice that she's been staring at me.
"Yea you left without your jacket." She mumbles, sliding my jacket off and then passing it to me.
"Thanks." I mumble, taking it off her as the door opens and Demi walks out glaring at CeCe before looking down at me.
"In now." She states, I groan as I walk into her classroom and make my way towards the desk I always sit on when I'm in her with her. I hear her talking, I mean yelling at CeCe before she actually comes back into the classroom, she slams the door shut, glaring at me as she walks towards me, throwing my bag at me. Well at least she brought it in with her.
"Well good morning to you too."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Sorry." I mumble, sliding my hands into the pocket on the front of the hoodie and then tangling my fingers together.
"Why the hell did you go back to that party? Why am I hearing stories about you hooking up with CeCe? And where the fuck did you stay?!" She yells at me, standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. I run my fingers through my hair before answering her.
"You're fucking delightful in the morning. I went back to the party because I needed to do something to get you and the fact you rejected me off my fucking mind. You're hearing stories because she was at the party, she kissed me, and I kiss her back before pushing her away from me because she's not you!"
"You kissed her back, so I mean nothing to you?"
"Don't even go there Demi, you rejected me. You mean everything to me; and did you not hear the part where I pushed her away because she's not you? If you meant nothing to me Demi I would've fucked her last night but I didn't."
"So where did you stay then? CeCe's bed or some random girl's bed?" She asks, glaring at me.
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Where did you stay?"
"For your information Demetria I stayed at Max's. I still have some fucking self-respect you know, I may have fucked around in the past but I don't know if you've notice or not, but I've fucking changed!" I yell at her while jumping off the desk and then walking towards her.
"Whatever, I knew that this was never going to work out." She mumbles, running her fingers through her hair and then staring at me.
"So are you ended whatever fucked up thing we have?"
"I don't want to, I really don't want to."
"Then don't."
"I have to Jennel." She replies, as I just turn around and begin walking towards the door; she grabs my wrist, pulling me back towards her.
"Please just let go of me, let me walk out of this room, let me make this easier for you. Then you only have to think of me as a student again."
"But what if I don't want to just think of you as a student?" She mutters, taking my hands in hers and then staring into my eyes.
"Well you're going to have to aren't you? Because I can't take this anymore, I'm done. I'll come for my things after school and then you'll just be my teacher, Miss Lovato, not Demi. Not the woman I am head over heels in love and not the only person I have ever properly trusted."
"Don't leave then, stay with me."
"That's not an option anymore, I'm a wreck, I'm too fucked up and you don't need this. Bye Demi, I love you." I mumble, pulling my hand out of her grip and then walking out of her classroom, Wes is leaning against the wall in front and I just fall against him. He wraps his arms around me and I begin to cry against his chest while he holds me against him.
~~~
I'm sat in chemistry, next to Jillian and avoiding any eye contact with Demi, I'm actually doing my work, and I'm not engaging in any conversation at all. I slide my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it and then opening my messages, I glance up and Demi is staring at the papers in front of her. I begin texting Lauren while occasionally glancing up at Demi.
[2:29pm] Jennel: Can I stay at yours for a while? Me and Demi are kind of not together anymore and I need somewhere to stay
I place my phone on my lap while scribbling down the answers that Jillian has written in her book, she glances at me and shakes her head at me. I feel my phone vibrate against my leg, I pick it up and read the message off Lauren.
[2:34pm] Lauren: Sure, I'm with Marissa so I'll get her to take your stuff to mine now and then we'll come for you when you finish :)
[2:35pm] Jennel: Thanks, you're the best. Also make sure you have weed and alcohol in please!
"Jennel phone away." Demi says, glaring at me.
"Whatever." I mutter, sliding my phone back into my pocket as she makes her way towards me.
"It's not whatever Jennel, I told you to put it away."
"I have." I reply, looking up at her, she glares at me again, standing in front of the desk and then slamming her hand down.
"No need for that attitude, stay behind after class."
"There was no attitude."
"Just stay behind Jennel, we need to talk about your attitude in this lesson." She states, pushing herself away from the desk and then walking back towards the front of the room as the bell rings. Everyone packs away, standing up and then leaving, Jillian places her hand on my shoulder and squeezes it gently as Wes walks towards us.
"Are you going to be alright?"
"What the worst that could happen?" I mutter, staring down at the desk as Demi walks towards us; the classroom is now empty, apart from me, Jillian and Wes.
"Can you two leave; Jennel and I need to talk." Demi says, as she gets to us. Jillian and Wes both glance down at me before walking out of the room.
"What do you want Demi?"
"Don't do this Jennel?"
"Do what? Leave you, like you want me to?"
"I don't want you to leave." She says, placing her hand on top of mine, I pull mine away because I know that I'll go back to her.
"This is for your own good Demi; I'll end up fucking up even more."
"Don't say that, just stay. Just please don't leave me Jennel."
"I'm sorry Demi." I say, pushing my chair out and then standing up, grabbing my bag off the ground and then walking around the desk.
"Where are you staying anyway?"
"You don't need to worry about where I'm staying Demi, I'm not your problem now. Bye Miss Lovato." I say, walking out of her classroom and then towards my locker, I unlock it pulling a few books and joints out, shoving them into my bag and then slamming my locker shut again. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I slide it out, unlocking it and then reading the message.
[2:55pm] Lauren: We're outside Jenny bear :)
[2:56pm] Jennel: I'm leaving now :)
I walk out of school and make my way towards Marissa's car; CeCe grabs my arm and pulls me back towards her. She smiles at me and I just smile back at her as we continue walking through the parking lot.
"Hey asshole."
"Hey whore." I reply, running my fingers through my hair.
"Are you doing anything tonight?"
"I'm going to Lauren's, sorry sunshine." I reply as I spot Marissa's car, Lauren hangs out of the window, smiling at me and CeCe,
"Come on asshole get in the car!" She yells, I flip her off before quickly hugging CeCe and then getting into the car. Marissa shakes her head at me as she starts the car again, pulling out of the parking lot.
"What?"
"What happened between you and Demi, I mean she rang me in tears but she wouldn't tell me what happened?"
"She screamed at me, she asked where I stayed and then accused me of sleeping with CeCe or random girls. I just had enough of it, I know I have a past but I'm starting to change, but I can't take always having to do what Demi tells me to do because she can't trust me."
"Do you love her?"
"Of course I love her, I will always love her." I mutter, running my fingers through my hair.
"Then why are you giving up?"
"Because I know I'll end up hurting her even more than I am now." I mutter as we pull up outside Lauren's house. "Don't tell her I'm staying here." I mumble as I get out of the car, slamming the door shut behind me and then standing next to Lauren while she says bye to Marissa.
"Don't get high while mom's in, she'll blame me."
"Whatever, come on Jennel lets leave this asshole because I'm hungry and she's annoying me now." Lauren says, grabbing my arm and then pulling me away from the car. We walk down the path as Lauren slides her house keys out of her bag and then unlocks the door, pushing it open and dragging me inside.
I shut the door behind me and then dump my back on the ground, following Lauren into the kitchen. I lean against the worktop and feel my phone vibrate in my pocket, I groan, sliding it out while Lauren passes me a can of coke.
[3:11pm] Demi: Where are you staying tonight?
[3:12pm] Jennel: Why are you so bothered?
I lock my phone, stuffing it back into my pocket and then pushing myself on to the worktop while Lauren proceeds to dance around the kitchen.
"So what are we doing tonight?" I ask, taking a mouthful of coke and then placing the can next to me as Lauren spins around to face me.
"Get high and chill in my room?"
"That sounds like a plan to me." I reply as my phone vibrates against my leg, I groan, ignoring the text and then laughing at Lauren as she sings to me and prances around the kitchen.
~~~
I'm sat against the wall next to Lauren's bedroom door, holding a joint in one hand and a lighter in the other. Lighting it and then staring at the orange flame before blowing it out, I do it again, hovering my fingers over it until they begin to burn.
Lauren has music blaring through the speakers that are on top of the desk in the corner of the room, the curtains and shut but the window is open slightly because Lauren's room makes it feel like you're hanging out with Satan.
"My mom is working until like 1am." Lauren says, throwing her jacket at me and then jumping on to her bed. She is now stood in the middle of her bed attempting to get something off the shelf above it, this isn't going to end well at all, she's either going to fall and kill me or fall and end up with like brain damage or some shit like that.
"So are we just going to sit in here and get high?"
"Yes, as well as doing something else." She mutters, winking at me as she grabs something off the shelf above her. "Catch!" Lauren yells at me, throwing a black shoe box at me, hitting my head, she giggles jumping off her bed, slipping on the blanket that is hanging over the edge of the bed and then landing on top of me.
"Get off me you tit." I say, shoving her off me and then passing her the box, she smiles at me as she pulls the lid off. It's got airplane bottles of vodka and whiskey in it, she smirks at me, picking up one of the bottles and then unscrewing the cap before handing it to me. I bring it to my mouth, pour the liquid into my mouth and then throw the bottle at her, smirking as she picks up the discarded joint off the ground, lighting it and taking a drag of it.
"I'm going to get mixers I'll be like three minutes."
"So specific."
"Shut up." She replies, leaving her room and then running downstairs, I bring the joint to my mouth, taking a long drag and then breathing it in before blowing the smoke back out as my phone vibrates in my pocket. I place the joint back between my lips and slide my phone out of my pocket, unlocking it and reading what has to be millionth text off Demi tonight.
[9:14pm] Demi: You seriously need to answer me, I've been round to Jess', and she doesn't know where you are? Just tell me where the fuck you are Jennel.
[9:16pm] Jennel: You seriously don't need to know where I am Demi, I'm with a friend and I'll be in school tomorrow, I'm not your problem anymore so stop worrying about me.
I lock my phone, slamming down on the ground next to me and then taking another drag of the joint as Lauren walks back into her room, holding a bottle of coke and a bag of chips. She throws the chips at me, shutting the door and then sitting on the floor, leaning against her bed with her feet pressed against mine. She opens the bottle of coke and pulls out two glasses from under her bed, she smirks at me and I just roll my eyes at her.
"Where the hell did they come from?"
"I keep two glasses under my bed for occasions just like this." She replies, winking at me and then filling both glasses with a large amount of vodka before topping them both off with coke.
"Good thinking batman."
"So has my sister's lovely best friend been texting you?" She asks, taking a mouthful of her drink and then placing the glass down on the floor next to her.
"Yea, I've not been texting her back as much as she's been texting me." I reply, passing the joint to her as my phone vibrates against the floor, I sigh before picking it up and then unlocking it, what a shock it's a text off Demi. I roll my eyes before opening the message and then reading it.
[9:20pm] Demi: How can I stop worrying about you when I don't even know where you are? For all I know you could be at some crack house with a sleazy man getting off your face on meth!
"Don't even reply to her, she'll probably just get you in school tomorrow." Lauren says, passing the joint back to me and then smiling at me as I lock my phone and slide it towards her so I can't read any new message off Demi or reply to them.
"Get me drunk Jauregui." I reply, smirking at her while drinking out of the cup while holding the end of the joint out to her. She takes a drag and then stubs it out, blowing the smoke into my face and innocently smiling at me. "Don't smile at me like that asshole."
"So are you going to tell me about how amazing the sex with Demi is?"
"Nope."
"Oh come on, why not?" She whines, pouting at me and then opening another bottle of vodka, pouring half into each of the glasses and then looking back up at me.
"Because she deserves to be respected and that means me not telling you how much of a good fuck she is."
"So she's a good fuck then?" Lauren asks, winking at me while grabbing my phone as it vibrates, and she looks down at the screen and then places it back on the ground.
"That is all you are getting out of me."
"Fine, but what was going on with you and CeCe?"
"Oh she's just saying that she misses me, but I think she just wants more sex." I reply, laughing slightly as Lauren mutters 'whore' under her breath.
"You're so bad though, I mean she used to be innocent and then boom she fucked you and now she's going to hell."
"So are we baby, but let's be honest hell is just going to be one big gay party with pot and Satan." I say, picking the cup up and then bringing it to my mouth, taking a large mouthful of vodka and coke while Lauren crawls over to me, holding my phone and smiling at me.
"Will you please tell her to stop texting you because she's pissing me off now, I mean I know she misses you but this is getting fucking annoying now." She says, passing me my phone, I unlock it and then open the mass of messages off Demi, glancing over them before writing a message to her.
[9:49pm] Jennel: Demi can you please stop texting me, it's getting annoying now, I'll talk to you tomorrow.
I place my phone on the ground and lean against the wall, Lauren shuffles next to me, resting her head on my shoulder and then cuddling against me as I wrap my arm around her shoulder.
~~~
Lauren and I are now lay on top of her bed, she's lay next to me, her head resting on my shoulder and a box of pizza resting on my stomach. Lauren is giggling while holding a slice of pizza above my mouth; I lean up and take a bite before lying back down again. I grab my phone from in between us and then open the camera taking a picture of me and Lauren; she slides the pizza off me and on to the ground before wrapping her arm around me.
She presses her lips against my neck and I take another picture and then push Lauren of me, laughing as she falls off the bed and lands on her back. I lean over the edge of the bed, smiling at her while holding my hand out to her. She grabs it and then pulls me down with her, I land on top of her and she just pushes me off her.
"You hurt me." She whines while pouting at me and then grabbing my phone off the bed.
"Urg Lauren, give it back to me."
"Nope, but go downstairs and grab another bottle of coke and the rolling papers out of the kitchen draw." She says, grinning at me as I stand up, I step over her and make my way towards the bedroom door. I push it open and then walk into the hallway, making my way towards the stairs and then running down them. I shuffle into the kitchen, pulling the fridge open and pulling a bottle of coke out and then opening the draw next to the oven. I grab the packet of papers, shut the draw and then walk out of the kitchen.
I run back up the stairs, leaning against the wall when I get to the top before walking back towards Lauren's room. I push the door open and she's lay in the middle of her bed, with my phone in her hand. She sits up and smiles at me, locking my phone and then throwing it towards the end of the bed.
I place the bottle on the ground and then throw the packet of papers at her; she grabs them and then picks up the small bag of weed off the counter next to her bed. She begins rolling a joint as I grab my phone off the bed and then unlock it, and it's open on the messages between me and Demi. I glance at the last message and realise that Lauren sent the picture of her kissing my neck to Demi.
"Lauren are you fucking kidding me, you sent this to Demi?!" I yell as my phone begins to ring, I glance down at it and notice that Demi is ringing me. "Now she's ringing me, you're a moron!" I yell, hitting her with a pillow as her phone begins to ring.
"Yea will now Marissa is ringing me, you know I never make good decisions when I'm drunk and high."
"We're fucked and all because of you and your stupid fucking decisions."
"Just answer the phone and we'll sort this mess out."
"You mean the mess that you made for no reason, idiot." I reply, flipping her off before answering the call, bringing it to my ear and then dreading what Demi is about to scream at me.
"Hi." I mumble into my phone, while Lauren does the same and then mutters something about not thinking.
"So how's Lauren then? Had sex yet?"
"Don't be like that Demi, we're just hanging out." I reply, leaning back against Lauren's bed as Demi screams down the phone at me.
"Then what the fuck was that picture about?!"
"We've been drinking and smoking, Demi we were taking pictures together and she sent it to you." I defend, glaring at Lauren while she just sits there mumbling things to Marissa.
"You got over me quickly didn't you."
"Fuck off Demi; I'm in this state because of you, because of the constant fighting and jealousy!" I yell into my phone as Lauren throws the joint she rolled at me. I catch it and then light it, causing Demi to sigh.
"You're smoking again aren't you?"
"Yes I am Demi." I reply, bringing the joint to my mouth and then taking a long drag before breathing it in and then blowing it back out again.
"I'm taking the day off tomorrow, you're not going in and we're going to sort this shit out."
"What? You can't control me anymore Demi." I say into the phone, passing the joint to Lauren and then staring up at the ceiling.
"I don't care; I know where you're staying. Marissa told me so she's coming to get in the morning and then we're going to talk. We're going to talk all fucking day if we have to."