Jennel's POV:
I'm lay in the middle of the bed while she prances around the room in an attempt to get dressed for the impromptu night out that Marissa is taking her on. Annoying me slightly because it was just meant to be Demi and I with mountains of pizza and blankets but that idea went out of the window when Marissa burst into the apartment with a flyer for some new club that is opening down the street.
"Red or black?" Demi asks, throwing a pillow at me when she notices that I'm not even paying any attention to her. "Jennel, red or black." She repeats, holding up a red dress and a black dress.
"I don't know black."
"What's wrong?" She asks sitting next to me and then brushing my hair away from my face.
"Nothing, go and get ready." I mumble, pushing myself up off the bed and then walking out of her room, making my way down the hallway and into the living room. I turn the TV on, sitting on the sofa while I flick through the channels. I being playing with the cuffs of my hoodie, watching the random program that I decided I'd watch.
"You know I don't have to go out."
"Demi you're going out, I'll be fine." I reply, sending her a smile as she walks into the room, sliding on a leather jacket, wait that's mine. That's just rude and no one wears my jacket apart from me, I don't even mention it though because I really can't be bothered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure."
"Okay, I'm leaving now, I love you." She says, leaning over the back of the sofa and then pressing her lips against mine before walking towards the door and then walking out of the apartment. I let out a sigh while sliding my hand into my pocket to pull my phone out; I unlock it and write out a text.
[8:35pm] Jennel: Demi's gone out, I'm alone and I need company so get your asses here!
I send the message to Wes, CeCe and Lauren before locking my phone again and then standing up, walking towards the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of beer out of the fridge. I pop the cap, shuffling back into the living room while taking mouthfuls of beer.
I turn the stereo on, connecting my phone and then blasting music through the speakers. I begin mumbling the words to the song that's currently playing, my phone vibrates on top of the stereo, I shuffle towards it, picking my phone up and then reading the message.
[8:41pm] Wes: On my way asshole, I'll get CeCe and Lauren on the way!
I don't reply because who has the time to do that, instead I walk into the kitchen, pulling open a draw and then sliding out the box that I keep there with skins, weed and filters in. I smile to myself as I start rolling a joint, swaying my hips in time with the song.
Carefully placing the joint in between my lips I slide my lighter out of my pocket, lighting the joint and then leaning against the worktop while I take a drag. I breathe in the fumes before blowing them back out again, I run my fingers through my hair as I take another drag. I really need to stop smoking this shit, but whatever it gives me something to do when Demi goes out, and selling it gives me money.
"And the whores have arrived, with Wes!" Wes yells as he walks into the apartment, holding three boxes of pizza. Lauren and CeCe are following him, they're both holding a crate of beer each, and they both slap the back of Wes' head as they walk past him and into the kitchen. I just giggle as Lauren smiles at me, taking the joint off me, pushing herself up on to the worktop and taking a drag of the joint.
"So where's Demi? I thought you two were having a cute night in."
"Yea that's what I thought." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair. "But your sister had other ideas."
"Want me to kick her ass?"
"I think I can take her on my own Lauren." I reply, smiling at her, grabbing a box of pizza off Wes and then wander back into the living room, sitting on the sofa and placing the box on the coffee table. I grab a slice of pizza, taking a bite of it and then leaning back against the sofa as Lauren slumps next to me.
"Wes get in here you dick."
"Jesus you're all bossy." He mumbles, walking from the kitchen with CeCe, holding the crates of beer and smirking at us. He sets the crates down, ripping one of the open before pulling four bottles out and then opening them all, passing one to each of us.
Lauren is still smoking the joint, I'm eating pizza and Wes is drinking beer while CeCe sits on the other side of me, grabbing a slice of pizza. I smile because considering my night seemed pretty shit before it's actually beginning to turn into a good night.
Two hours later, a crate and a half of beer and more than seven joints later and we're all chilling in the living room, listening to Bob Marley because Wes connected his phone to the stereo. On my left I've got CeCe curled up next to me with her head resting on my chest, and on my right I've got Lauren curled up with her head on my shoulder, I've got my arms around both of them and Lauren is occasionally giving me drags of the joint she's smoking.
I could just as easily sleep with Lauren or CeCe tonight, I could do it because I'm pissed at Demi, I could do it because something I think that she doesn't care about it. I could do it because fuck it I'm a teenager and I want to live my life. But I'm not going to do it because I love Demi, I not going to do it because I know what it's like to be used for sex. I'm not going to do it because I don't want to hurt Demi just because I'm pissed off and I'm drunk.
I rest my head against Lauren's, taking a drag of the joint that she's just shoved into my mouth, she pulls her hand away when the door bursts open and Demi stumbles in. I begin to panic because I'm lay on the sofa with the two girls Demi knows that I've hooked up with more than once, and I'm not in the mood for a drunken argument.
My panic soon turns to jealousy and anger when I realise that Demi has her arms wrapped around a blonde woman's neck, they're both giggling and the other woman has her hands all over Demi. She whispers something to Demi, who just throws her head back in laughter causing me to clench my jaw.
I glare at both of them as CeCe lifts her head off me and stares at them as well, Demi whispers something to the blonde before they both begin giggling again. I let out a low growl which causing Lauren to gently rub my arm.
"Take me to my room." Demi says through giggles, Lauren pushes herself off the sofa and drags the woman away from Demi as I stand up and walk towards them, I grab Demi's arm as Lauren pushes the other woman towards the door.
"We'll be leaving now, Wes, CeCe, other whore get out of the apartment right now." Lauren says, dragging the blonde with her as CeCe and Wes follow her out, leaving empty pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered around the living room. Demi is now wrapped around me, leaving sloppy kisses up and down my neck.
I groan and then walk towards our room, keeping my arm wrapped around her waist because she's stumbling and banging into the walls. I kick the door open; dragging Demi in with me she stumbles towards the bed and collapses on to it. I let out a sigh as I walk towards her, flipping her over and then unbuttoning her jeans before dragging them down her legs. I side the jacket down her arms and throw it behind me before pulling her shirt over her head.
She smirks at me and I just shake my head at her, walking away from the bed and grabbing one of her band t-shirts out of the draws. I make my way back towards the bed, Demi is now sat up, smirking at me and braless.
"Put this on." I mumble, throwing the t-shirt at her while kinking my eyebrow at her, she pulls it over her head and then smiles at me. "Now get into bed." I mutter, Demi crawls into bed and I throw the bed sheets over her, sighing before pressing my lips against hers and then walking towards the door. I turn the light off, walk out of the room and then shut the door.
I slowly walk back towards the living room, turning the light off in the hallway as I enter the living room. I make my way towards the sofa, moving the empty beer bottles and then placing them on the coffee table before sliding my jeans off and then lying on the sofa, pulling the blanket over me. I stare up at the ceiling, before wrapping myself in the blanket.
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I slowly open my eyes when I hear Demi gagging into the toilet before throwing up, I don't get up to check on her because it's her own fault and after last night I really can't be bothered dealing with a hungover Demi. Plus it's Tuesday so she has to go to work today but I have a feeling that we're going to end up arguing all day so she might as well just call in sick.
I hear Demi shuffling into the living room, she walks round to the front of the sofa and stares down at me, and I look up at her and she weakly smiles at me. She sits next to me and I sit up, moving away from her because she smells like stale alcohol and vomit.
"Why did you sleep on the sofa?" She mumbles, running her fingers through her hair while leaning back against the sofa. I groan, pushing myself up and then walking away from her, I make my way into the kitchen and lean against the worktop before turning the coffee machine on. I jump up and sit on the worktop as Demi drags herself into the kitchen.
"What?" I ask when she just stands there staring at me, I roll my eyes when she doesn't answer me before jumping down and then making myself a cup of coffee.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't see why you care now because you didn't last night." I mumble, drinking a mouthful of coffee before leaning against the worktop again.
"What are you talking about?"
"You didn't give a shit about me last night when you were wrapped around that whore." I say, looking away from her because I know that this will end up being a screaming match soon. Demi just stares at me in shock before she remembers what happened last night, she looks down and mumbles something.
"I-I um she's just a friend."
"Yea that's what it looked like Demi, just friends." I mutter, glaring at her before slamming the cup down and then grabbing my cigarettes off the worktop, pulling one out of the packet and then lighting it before placing it between my lips and taking a drag of it.
"W-we've hooked up before."
"Well that explains why her fucking hands were all over you, so you remember telling her to take you to her room."
"That's not fair I was drunk."
"Clearly, drunk enough to bring some random girl home and completely forget that your girlfriend was in!" I yell at her, stubbing the cigarette out and then glaring at her as she just stands there in silence. "Say something then."
"It's not like that."
"Demi she had her hands all over you and you didn't give a fuck, you told her to take you to your room, you were fucking whispering things to her!" I scream at her, she steps back and I glare at her.
"She was just helping me."
"And it seemed like she thought she'd get something in return, did you even mention that you had a girlfriend?!"
"N-no, but I was with Selena, Dallas and Marissa so I didn't see why I had to."
"Because you had a fucking whore wrapped around you and you forgot about me!" I yell, running my fingers through my hair and then sighing because we're getting nowhere here, I'm just screaming at her.
"S-she's not a whore."
"You called CeCe a whore and she's only ever slept with me, so yes this fucking woman is a whore!"
"I don't get why you're getting so worked up, I remember walking into the apartment and you were cuddled up with CeCe and Lauren!" She screams back at me, moving towards me and then presses me against the worktop.
"You know what's happened between me and CeCe as well as me and Lauren, but you also know that I've finished doing those things because I love you and you're all I fucking need!"
"That's not the point!"
"Yes it is Demi! You knew that I'd probably make them come round because I was alone; you know that they're still my fucking friends! But you come home with a girl that I've never even seen before, you're fucking wrapped around her and you completely ignored me!" I yell into her face as she slams her hands down on to the worktop, pressing her body against mine.
"I didn't ignore you!"
"You didn't even look over at me!" I scream, attempting to shove her away from me.
"I didn't want you to see the state I was in!"
"I don't fucking care Demi, we're meant to trust each other! We're not meant to come home with random fucking people!"
"Shut the fuck up!" Demi screams at me, before smashing her lips against mine, and then roughly parting my lips with her tongue causing me to moan against her lips. I wrap my arms around her neck, grazing my tongue against hers as she grinds her hips against mine. "I fucking love you okay, and I'm sorry about last night." She mumbles against my lips as her hands begin to slide under my shirt, trailing her fingers over my back.
"I'm sorry I got jealous."
"Don't be, it's really fucking hot." She huskily whispers into my mouth, picking me up and then placing me on the worktop, placing her hands on my thighs and then pushing them up so her fingers are tracing the outline of my underwear.
She sucks on my bottom lip before slipping her hand into my underwear and dragging her fingers over my clit, I moan into her mouth again, sliding my hands into her hair and then tugging on her hair. She begins to slide two fingers into me and I let out a moan before gently pushing her away from me.
"D-Demi."
"Yes?" She asks, pulling her fingers out of me while smirking at me as she lightly pinches my clit.
"A-as much as I'd love to do this… W-we have to get ready."
"You're becoming boring." She says, giggling as I push her away from me, kinking my eyebrow at her.
"Yes because I want people to become suspicious when a teacher and a student are both late and both smell like sex."
"I suppose you're right." Demi replies, pressing her lips against mine again.
"I'm always right, so how about you get your hand out of my underwear so we can get ready."
"Fine." Demi whines, pulling her hand out of my underwear, smirking at me and then placing her fingers in her mouth before kissing me again, as I slide off the worktop and wrap my arms around her.