I walked into school with a bit of confidence that had sprung into me. I carried Selena on my back with Miley on right. This was the first time Miley was at school ON TIME, which is her greatest achievement, I think. After we went to our lockers, we sat down on the floor in front of mine as we did everyday.
"I'm so fucking tired." Miley said, resting her head on my shoulder and letting out a sigh.
"Did any of you do your algebra homework?" Selena asked flipping through her algebra textbook before taking out a black notebook and a pen.
As usual, Miley answered with "no" and I was the only one to reply with "yes". I let her copy my answers, making sure none of the teachers would notice.
"Aw, look at the lesbians." I heard Taylor's annoying voice meanly jest. I looked up finding her and her two friends looking down at us as Miley lifted up her head. We all stood up ready for her mouth to let go of more unnecessary words. "This proves a lot." She handed me a crumbled piece of paper. I unfolded it, revealing a petition that stated: "Demi Lovato is ugly." at the top and below it was, "Those who agree Demi Lovato is ugly, a troll, a fag, a bitch, a cunt, a whore, fat, and should kill herself please sign your name below." with a picture of my yearbook photo. Tears formed in my eyes as I read the list of signatures. My eyes widened at the name that popped out the most. Selena Gomez. I didn't believe it.
I threw the sheet of paper at her. "You fucking joke." I held my hands back from pushing her while the bell rang. "Don't fucking talk to me again." I said grabbing my backpack and walking off with Miley at my side.
"Demi, look at me." Miley said. I ignored her and thought about how stupid I was to even be friends with Selena. "Demetria, look at me." I gave up and finally listened to her. "You'll be fine without her."
"Come on, girls. Lets go." Mrs. Davidson said as we entered the front door. We sat down and unpacked our bags with Selena lagging behind with red eyes. She sat down next to me and moved her hair behind her ear.
"Demi, I'm sorry." She whispered. "I didn't know what it was for. " I rolled my eyes before writing down the problems on the board.
"I'm glad you see me as a fat whore." I said. I felt someone throw something at the back of my head. Annoyed, I turned around finding a piece of paper formed into a ball on the floor and Taylor and her friends trying not to laugh. "Can you stop?" I asked. Taylor stuck out her tongue, making the people around her laugh.
"Demetria, stop talking." Mrs. Davidson said. I refocused my attention back to the front of the classroom.
"Whore's name." I heard Taylor say between fake coughs behind my back. A few giggles escaped from behind me.
I turned around once more. "Can you fucking stop?! You're so fucking low." I yelled.
"Demetria," Mrs. Davidson shouted. Great. "Come here." I walked up to the front of the class with numerous thoughts going through my head. Was my butt too flat? Was my hair sticking up? Was my underwear showing. My body filled itself with the same repeating questions that killed every other important thought I had. Mrs. Davidson started talking to me about how I shouldn't cuss at school, but was I listening? No. As I "listened" to her lecture, Justin walked through the door wearing red NBA Washington Wizards shorts along with a black shirt, which, somehow, reminded me that I still hadn't given back his clothes he let me wear. "Its nice of you to join us, Mr. Bieber." He placed a tardy slip on her desk and made his way to his seat next to mine. "Now, go sit down." Mrs. Davidson said. I walked back to my seat only to find a note on my desk. It read:
What do you say giving me one last chance? I mean, you're pretty and I'm cute. Together we'd be pretty cute.
-Justin
I tried my best not to laugh and turned it over on the backside. I wrote: "Alright, Bieber. I'll go out on a date with you." and handed it back to him out of Mrs. Davidson's view. A big smile grew on Justin's face as he read what I had written. I don't know what it was, but that smile made my day. It was like I knew everything was going to be okay from here on out.