Jennel's POV:
I roll over and I'm attacked by a mass of Lauren's hair, it's in my mouth, it's in my eyes, why the fuck does she have this much hair? I brush her hair out of my eyes and attempt to spit it out of my mouth without waking her up because morning Lauren is not happy Lauren.
Lauren mumbles something, wrapping her arm around my waist, pulling me closer to her and then resting her head on my chest. I stare up at the ceiling while running my fingers through Lauren's hair. She pulls me closer to her, sliding her leg in between mine. This is how Demi sleeps against me, with her head against my chest, her arm wrapped around my waist and her legs tangled with mine, I miss her.
My head is more than sore and I feel sick, I should never get drunk with Lauren when we're alone because we both attempt to out drink each other. Which then results in both of us passing out in the clothes we're wearing and jeans are not the comfiest clothes to sleep in.
I groan, sitting up slightly, and then leaning over her, grabbing my phone off the night stand. I lie back down and unlock my phone, great a text off Jess, a text off Max and three off Demi. I don't even bother reading them because they're all going to be the same. 'Where are you?' 'Don't ignore me.' And then the ones off Demi will be telling me that I better come round today. I lock my phone and then place it on my stomach while closing my eyes again and placing my arm around Lauren.
"Are you just two going to lie there or are you going to get up? And also who the fuck sleeps in jeans?"
I glance towards the bedroom door and Marissa is stood in the door way, a hoodie and sweats, her hair tied up. She has her hands in the pockets of the sweats and is kinking her eyebrow at me. I prop myself up, Lauren groans and then lifts her head off my chest, glaring at me as she brushes her hair out of her face.
"What time is it?" She mumbles, rubbing her eyes and then yawning.
"Its 8am get out of bed, both of you."
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Well in case you forget, I used to live here, and my family live here, plus I still have a key. You're an idiot Lauren." Marissa replies, walking towards the bed and then pulling the sheet off me and Lauren. I glare at her, Lauren flips her off and she just laughs.
"Did Demi send you here?" I ask as I brush my hair back and then quickly tie it up
"She said you were meant to be coming round today, I knew you wouldn't. I'm here to drag you back to her because she spent all night crying in my bed." Marissa says, pulling me off the bed and then throwing me my hoodie off the ground, I groan as I pull it over my head. I leave the hood up, stuff my phone into the pocket of my jeans and then slide my hands into the pockets on the hoodie.
"I don't want to go, I'll end up screaming at her, we'll both cry and I haven't got the energy today."
"Tough fucking shit; you're going because I've never seen her like this before. You both need to fix this shit because I am not having months of Demi sulking and crying whenever she even thinks about you." She replies, glaring at me as Lauren sits up, tying her hair up and then loudly yawning, she grabs a half smoked joint out of the ashtray on the nightstand and then lighting it before taking a drag.
"Just so you know, I hate you right now Marissa."
"I love you too Lauren, you're my favourite sister."
"I'm your only sister, you fucking idiot." Lauren replies, throwing a pillow at Marissa and then pulling the bed sheets back over her body. Taking another drag of the joint and then blowing the smoke out, innocently smiling at Marissa.
"I don't know how mom doesn't know you're smoking pot and drinking, your room stinks of it."
"She doesn't know because she doesn't care, now take this whore so I can go back to sleep." Lauren whines, covering her face with the bed sheet, Marissa pulls them off her and then pulls her out of bed.
"You're coming with us."
"Why? I just want to sleep."
"In case this idiot runs away or something else happens."
"Fine, just let me get dress, asshole." Laure mutters as Marissa grabs my hand and pulls me out of Lauren's room. I lean against the wall in the hallway as Marissa shuts the door, she glances at me and I quietly sigh.
"She loves you, you know that right?"
"She doesn't, if she did she'd fight for me, she was the one that said she knew we would never work." I mutter, staring at the wall in front of me as Marissa groans, grabbing my wrist and then dragging me downstairs. Once we're downstairs she pulls me into the kitchen, grabs a bottle of water and two Advil before passing them to me.
"Hey Marissa."
"Hey mommy." Marissa replies, wrapping her arms around her mom before glancing down at me as I take the two pain killers. "I'd love to stay and talk mom, but I've got some things to sort out."
"Okay babygirl, Jennel are you staying here tonight?"
"Um, yes if that's alright with you." I mutter, looking up at her.
"Of course its fine, you can stay here as long as you need to." She replies, smiling at me and then wrapping her arms around me. Marissa groans before pulling her mom off me as Lauren walks into the kitchen.
"Mom, we really have to go." Marissa whines, pulling me away as her mom giggles. We walk towards the front door, Lauren follows us. Marissa pushes the door open and then pulls me outside with Lauren following me, Marissa unlocks car as we all walk towards it.
I pull the passenger door open, climbing into the car and then fastening the seatbelt as Marissa gets in, slamming the door shut. Lauren climbs into the back of the car and lies across the backseat before groaning and then sitting up, fastening her seatbelt.
"Drive slowly I'm still slightly drunk." Lauren mutters, leaning her head against the window, I glance into the back of the car and Lauren flips me off before covering her face with her hat and then groaning as Marissa starts the car.
"Whatever."
"I couldn't sleep last night, so shush because I get pissed off when I'm tired." I mutter, glaring at both Lauren and Marissa
"Why couldn't you sleep?"
"Because Demi wasn't sleeping next to me, plus you're bitch of a sister kicks." I reply, glancing towards Marissa, she weakly smiles at me and then pulls out of the driveway.
"I do not kick." Lauren defends, flicking the back of my head.
"Well then get her back, and also great job sending Demi that picture of you and Lauren."
"Well that wasn't even me that was your fucking sister, I was downstairs." I mutter, staring out of the window as Marissa drives down the street.
"Hey, I said I was sorry, you know drunk Lauren never makes good decisions." Lauren whines, kicking the back of my seat.
"Well it was still stupid, Demi threw her phone across the room, screamed and then rang you."
"Yea I know, I was on the other end of the phone."
"Shut up, after she hung up she crawled into my bed and cried, she hasn't done that since her ex cheated on her."
"Well Jennel hasn't stayed at mine, without it being for pleasure, since she was with Spencer. They're both as bad as each other so don't point the finger Marissa." Lauren mumbles, leaning forward as she speaks to glare at Marissa.
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Marissa pulls up outside the apartment block, shutting the engine off and then staring at me until I unbuckle the seatbelt and open the door. I kick it open, sliding out of the car, and then opening the backdoor, dragging Lauren out of the car. She trips slightly and falls into me, I laugh as she looks up at me, shaking her head at me.
Lauren punches the top of my arm as we walk towards the door to the apartment block; we both lean against the wall next to the door. Marissa locks her car and then walking towards me with her keys in her hands.
"You two look rough as fuck."
"Shut up and open the fucking door." Lauren groans, pushing Marissa closer to the door.
"Fine, little miss moody pants."
Marissa unlocks the door and then pushes it open, grabbing my wrist and then pulling me inside with her; I grab on to Lauren, pulling her with me. She lets the door shut behind us as we walk down the hallway towards the apartment, Marissa unlocks the door, pushing it open and then walking inside, holding it open for me as I walk inside, dragging Lauren in with me.
Lauren gently shuts the door and then walks towards me and Marissa, the whole apartment is dark and by the looks of things Demi isn't even awake yet, great. I had to get up at the crack of dawn to come and see her and she's not even fucking awake yet.
"Where is she then?" I ask, glancing around the apartment for any possible signs of life, so far I am no fucking finding any.
"She's still in my room; I'll be back in a minute, both of you wait here." Marissa says, glancing between me and Lauren before walking down the hallway and into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Lauren and I walk into the kitchen I lean against the worktop and Lauren sits on top of it. We glance between each other as we hear Marissa attempt to wake Demi up. I glance around the room, looking at the smashed plates that are brushed into a pile next to the trashcan, the empty vodka bottle in the trashcan and the empty pizza boxes (probably Marissa's).
I hear a loud bang and then Demi screaming, me and Lauren glance at each other before I walk out of the kitchen, leaving Lauren sat on the worktop as I look down the hallway watching as Marissa pushes a soaking Demi out of her room.
"I fucking hate you; there was no fucking need for that."
"You weren't getting out of bed, she's here, now go and get dry and dressed and then sort your fucking shit out Demetria." Marissa calmly says as she pushes Demi into her room, shutting the door and then making her way towards me.
"I take it she forgot I was coming?"
"No she didn't, she just fell asleep again after I left, and she's hungover so have fun with her." She replies as we walk into the kitchen, Marissa glares at Lauren and she slides off the worktop. Lauren passes me a joint, I place it between my lips and she lights it, I take a drag, pulling it out from in between my lips and then passing it to Lauren.
Lauren stands next to me while Marissa shakes her head at both of us; I smile at her as Lauren offers the joint to her. Marissa shakes her head so Lauren takes another drag, blowing the smoke into my face and then smirking at me, I flip her off and she begins to laugh at me.
"Lauren shut up my head is killing."
"Well that's what you get for thinking that you can out drink me, no one can out drink me." She replies, smirking at me while waving the joint in front of me face, Marissa sighs and just rolls her eyes.
"You're younger than me, and I'm sure you were making my drinks stronger than yours."
"Whatever, you're just a sore loser, I mean come on you passed out before it was even 1am, pussy." Lauren says, causing Marissa to laugh at me. I punch the top of Lauren's arm and she pouts at me so I wrap my arms around her.
"She can get out right now."
Lauren pulls away from me and then we both turn around and Demi is stood at the doorway, staring into the kitchen, glaring between me and Lauren. Marissa groans, grabbing Lauren's wrist pulling her towards the front door, I grab the joint out of Lauren's hand as she goes past me. I bring it up to my mouth and take a long drag, blowing the smoke out as Demi watches Marissa and Lauren leave.
"We're staying outside, both of you sit down and fucking talk."
"Whatever." Demi replies as Marissa and Lauren walk out of the apartment, shutting the door behind them. Demi takes the joint out of my mouth, takes a drag and then puts it out, I glare at her before pushing past her and walking into the living room. I kick my shoes off and leave them next to the sofa.
"Very mature."
"Well I am a teenager Demi."
She groans as I sit on the sofa, resting my feet on the coffee table and staring at her as she walks towards me. She pushes my legs off the coffee table, glaring at me before sitting next to me. Moving closer to me and placing her hand on my thigh, I move away from her.
"We need to talk."
"Hmm." Is all I reply with, she makes eye contact with me and shakes her head at me. Well she is saying stupid things, why else would I be here if it wasn't to talk to her? Y'ano for a teacher she's pretty fucking stupid sometimes.
"I'm serious, we need to talk."
"Yea, no shit."
"Jennel cut the attitude so we can fucking talk."
"What is there to talk about? You don't want me like I want you, you knew this wouldn't work and you're better off without me." I reply, not even looking up at her, I really can't be bothered doing this because I'm hungover and to be honest I just want things to be like the used to be. When we would argue but then five minutes later we'd be sat on the sofa watching TV and cuddling.
"But I'm not though am I? I miss you and I need you." She says, taking my hands in hers and squeezing them gently before I pull them away, sliding them into the pocket on the hoodie as Demi just stares at me. I begin to play with my fingers in the pocket, attempting to stop myself from screaming at her, but I already know that this is going to end in a screaming match.
"Whatever Demi, it's not like you care about me anyway is it?"
"I do care about you though."
"Only because you fucking have to, you're my teacher therefore you have to care about me to some extent."
"We don't have a normal student teacher relationship and we haven't since the day I became your fucking teacher!" She screams at me, I stand up but she pulls me back down, glaring at me, well you definitely are my fucking teacher. I smirk to myself before realising that I am in the middle of an argument, now is not the time to be funny Jennel.
"I never do things normal Demi."
"Yea I figured that out when you turned up in school the day after we fucking hooked up!" She yells, running her fingers through her hair.
"I bet you never thought you'd be stuck in this mess when you got me into bed."
"I never thought I'd fall in love with you when I got you into bed, but look where that got me, in love with my seventeen year old student."
~~~
Demi and I are stood in the kitchen, still screaming at each other, well she's screaming at me, I'm just staring at her as she rants on. I groan while watching her as she continues to scream at me, waving her arms around in front of her. Why is that people older than you feel the need to waft their arms in the air in order to get their point across?
I mean it's not even fucking working, I'm not even listening to what she's saying to me anymore, I'm used to people screaming at me and not listening to any of it. I did the same thing when Spencer used to scream at me, the only difference with Demi is that I know she won't hit me because I'm not listening to her.
"Are you even listening to a word I'm saying?"
"Why don't you just get to me repeat the last thing you said, isn't that what teachers normally do?" I say, she just stares at me, kinking her eyebrow at me. "Oh yea, you don't do things teachers normally do, you hook up with your students, you get wasted with them and you get high with them." I say, smirking at her as she walks towards me, glaring at me, I wink at her and she shakes her head at me before looking down at me.
"Jennel will you just stop getting fucking cocky and fucking talk to me!" Demi screams at me, as she stands in front of me, backing me against a wall while glaring at me.
"What do you want me to say Demi? That I'm sorry I'm so fucked up, that I'm sorry you got stuck in this mess?!"
"You're not fucked up and I'm not stuck in any mess, if I wanted to I could leave but I don't fucking want to. I just want you back, I want the Jennel that I fell in love with to come back."
"I don't know if she can come back." I mumble, pushing Demi out of the way before walking back towards the sofa, because when we're are stood up and arguing it scares me because she backs me against walls.
"Why not though?"
"Because I'm used to being like this, I'm used to getting drunk and sleeping with random girls."
"I thought you were changing?" She says, in a slightly calm tone which scares me slightly, whenever Spencer would get clam after screaming at me it meant he wanted something, which was always something I didn't want to do.
"So did I, but I guess I can't be changed, do you trust me?" I ask, looking towards her as she chews on her bottom lip, she doesn't answer me, she just looks away from me. "Well I guess that answers my question then." I mumble, pushing myself off the sofa and then making my way down the hallway.
"Jennel come back here!" Demi yells, chasing after me as I get to her bedroom, I place my hand on the handle and she grabs my free hand. I turn to look at her, tears rolling down my cheeks; she brings her hand up to my face and gently brushes them away.
"You can't trust me so what's the point in trying to fix things?"
"I just want things to be like they used to be."
"But you don't trust me; things can't go back to how they used to be when you're too paranoid to even trust me." I reply, pushing the door open and then walking into her room. She follows me in, shutting the door behind her as I sit on the ground next to her bed, leaning against her bed, she makes her way towards me.
She kneels in front of me, taking my hands in hers and holding on to them. I look up at her and notice the tears rolling down her cheeks, she brushes them away and attempts to smile at me before speaking.
"I was starting to trust you, then I walk into the kitchen to find you about to kiss Lauren and then I find out that you made out with CeCe."
"But you're missing the point."
"What's the point?"
"You're completely ignoring the fact I didn't sleep with CeCe when I could have. I could have gone home with her but I didn't. I called Max and I told him to pick me up because I didn't want CeCe, I wanted you, and I still want you."
"So why didn't you just come home then?" She asks, sitting next to me, wiping the tears off my face again.
"Because you had basically just rejected me, you were the last person I wanted to see."
"I didn't reject you, but when your drunk students tells you that she wants you to be her girlfriend, you kind of don't know how to answer." She replies, running her fingers through my hair, I turn to face her before leaning forwards and pressing my lips against hers, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth causing her to slightly moan.
She places her hands on my shoulders and pushes herself away from me, staring into my eyes as I lightly bite my bottom lip. She takes her hands off my shoulders and then runs her fingers through her hair, sighing before glancing at me again.
"We're not back to you being scared to kiss me are we?"
"I-I just, I think we need to think about this."
"What do you mean Demi?" I ask, pushing myself away from her.
"I-If we're not going to be in a relationship, if we're just going to be messing around then this can't happen."
"Have you even been fucking listening to me? Demi I want to be in a god damn relationship with you but you don't fucking trust me!" I yell, pushing myself off the ground and then walking out of her bedroom, I make my way down the hallway and back into the living room.
"Jennel just hear me out."
"Why? So you can tell me why you don't trust me. Demi I fucking trust you, even after what Spencer did to me I still fucking trust you!" I scream at her, turning around and leaning against the back of the sofa. "I love you and I trust you, even though I thought I could never trust or love anyone again after what he did to me!"
"I have trust issues Jennel."
"And you think I don't, Demi have you even been listening to the things I've told you? Like the fact I trusted Spencer and he made me fuck his friends to get him out of debt, if that doesn't make you have fucking trust issues I don't know what fucking will!" I scream at her, walking towards the front door and then pulling it open, I walk outside and fall over Marissa. I glare at her, I push myself up off the ground, standing up and then walking away.
"Jennel where the fuck are you going?!" Lauren yells as I walk down the corridor, fuck my leg hurts, fucking Marissa, I mean who the fuck sits outside someone's apartment?
Marissa stands up and follows me, she grabs my wrist, pulling me back towards her as Lauren grabs my other wrist. They both pull me back into the apartment, shutting the door behind them and then both of them lean against it. I glance at Demi and she just stares between me, Lauren and Marissa.
"You two are so loud." Lauren says, crossing her arms over her chest while leaning against the door.
"And you've also not sorted anything out have you? You've probably made it ten times worse than it was before." Marissa states, locking the door and then walking towards me and Demi, she grabs my hand and then grabs Demi's hand before dragging us towards the sofa and forcing us both to sit down. Marissa then sits on the coffee table in front of us, looking between me and Demi and then sighing.
"We're perfectly capable of sorting this out ourselves."
"You're really not Demetria, you've been in here for two hours and all we've heard is screaming." Marissa replies, leaning forward and grabbing Demi's hands. "Now listen to me, Demetria Lovato you need to sort your shit out because this is going to wreck you and Jennel, and you both know that it is."
"I suppose you're right." Demi mumbles, pulling her hands out of Marissa's grip and then placing them in her lap before lacing her fingers together.
"I'm always right, now can both of you please have a civil conversation, with no screaming or yelling?"
"It that even possible?" Lauren asks, smiling at me, knowing that civil conversations and me have never mixed and probably never will.
"Lauren shut up or I'll take you to school."
"Fine, I was just saying that Jennel doesn't do civil, non-screaming conversations."
"Well she'll just have to learn how to, won't she." Marissa says, looking towards me as she stands up, grabbing Lauren's hand and then pulling her out of the room and down the hallway. They walk into Marissa's room and Demi just glances towards me, I smile at her before letting out a sigh.
"Are we going to talk about things then?"
"We have been talking about things Demi, it got us nowhere. We just screamed and realised that you don't trust me and that I'm a whore that can't get out of her bad habits." I reply, standing up and then looking down at her before grabbing my shoes and sliding them on.
"So you're just going to leave then?"
"Looks like it, bye Demi." I mumble, glancing at her as I make my way towards the front door, pulling it open and then walking out of the apartment. Demi grabs my wrist and pulls me back into the apartment. "What?"
"Why are you giving up?"
"Because we both know that it won't work. I can't be trusted, you have trust issues. We'll just be a mess and this will keep happening." I reply, pulling my hand out Demi's grip, walking back into the corridor and then taking one last look at her before walking away from her apartment. I walk towards the door to the apartment block, pushing it open and then walking outside.
So I guess it's back to getting drunk and fucking random girls to block out any feelings. Well it was nice while it lasted.