Hey here's chapter Three! Thanks for follows and favourites, and especially for reviews! (I'm a huge Demi fan so this chapter doesn't reflect my opinion)

Dani's POV…

She traces the inside of my mouth with the tip of her tongue and I shiver with pleasure; it feels so good. I'm reciprocating the action when I stop, screaming at myself in my head. I pull back, shocked at my lack of control.

"I'm..I'm sorry Santana. You can't…" I stutter, backing away from the wide eyed Latina. "Please, you can't tell anyone about this…I..this never happened. Okay?"

She looks hurt for a second but her eyes soon light up and her mouth twists into a sneaky smile.

"What's in that for me?" She asks cockily as she places a hand on her hip, giving me an excellent view of her stomach and her… breast area. "I mean, I'm an out and proud lesbian. Nobody's really going to care if they know I kissed a girl, but you…" She laughs a little. "What would McKinely do if they found out that the golden girl…well." She looks me up and down. "The golden girl who's hooked up with pretty much everything that moves. If they found out that she forced herself on Santana Lopez, the loser."

"Santana…I.. you can't say that Santana! And I hardly forced myself on you, as far as I could tell: you were pretty into it!"

"But nobody knows that, do they? What if I explained why Dani Lovato really transferred here: because everyone in her old school found out her secret. Her lady- loving, female- fantasising secret?"

I gasp; I thought I'd be able to hide it…but she's right. They did find out that I… that I like girls and I was never left alone. They taunted me, tore up my homework, ruined my clothes, they were just as bad as the Cheerios are to Santana.

"Santana, you can't. Please. You don't understand, I've slept with these guys that I can't stand, acted like a trollop, rebuilt my status, please. You can't do that to me."

Her eyelids flutter but her smirk remains cocky as she pulls her t-shirt back on.

"I think you'll find I can. But I won't tell anyone, for now. You listen to me, and do as I say, and it'll stay that way." She struts past me and leaves whilst I stand motionless, mouth agape, shocked at what I'd just witnessed. I thought she was so shy and… innocent .I guess not.

Santana's POV…

I return to class with a glint in my eye and I can tell that the bitches are surprised I returned but I'm too busy to be thinking about them; I now have Dani exactly where I want her, and she might finally help me get somewhere in this school.

Just as I take my seat, the bell rings with a shrill tone and Ms King instructs us to pack away. I'm throwing my books into my rucksack when Dani rushes in, looking kinda dishevelled. She picks up her bag and I watch her put her things away but she seems to be taking care not to look in my eye. Good. It's about time she learns that pride comes before a fall.

Dani's POV…

I sling my bag onto my shoulder and get out of the room as fast as I can. "Thank God it's the end of the day" I think as I exit the school and climb into my red convertible. I sit inside for a moment just trying to clear my head before inserting my keys and starting up the engine. After checking that nobody's behind the car, I reverse out of the parking space and drive out of the lot. I'm heading to my house when I realise that Mom will be back from work and Jamie back from college so instead drive past and continue to somewhere I know I'll be alone.

I get out of the car and sit on the hood to look at the view. I love this place so much; it's like a cliff and gives you an amazing view of the city. It's only three o clock so it isn't lit up like usual when I come at night but it's still breathtaking. Smiling, I feel the wind on my face when I hear a familiar voice behind me.

"Haven't seen you here in a while."

I whip my head around to see the tall, goofy guy that is Sebastian (my best friend) standing behind me, a grin on his face.

"Hey." I say smiling as he sits next to me. Sebastian was the first one to find out I was gay; we went to this camp together in freshman year and he saw me kiss this girl: Sunshine. I never saw her again, she told me she wasn't into girls and never wanted to speak to me again but she opened my eyes to my real identity.

Sebastian promised to keep my secret and I got through most of high school with nobody finding out until last year, about half way through, when Sunshine transferred to Carmel High. She told everyone about me and I was completely alienated, to the point I ended up moving away and giving myself a whole new persona.

I started going by Dani instead of Danielle, wearing black leather jackets and tight pants which hugged my curves and having sex with the hottest guys in school. It's not ideal, and it definitely isn't me, but Sebastian's stuck with me through it all. He swapped schools to Dalton during sophomore year because his parents felt he was too distracted near females (he was the ladies man), so couldn't help me in my last school, but he kept me sane, kept me strong.

"I've missed you." He tells me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and kissing my cheek. We used to date before I came out to him but now, of course, all of that's gone. We're just great friends.

"I've missed you too..I'm sorry." I whisper. "But I haven't been able to get here lately it's just school and." I sigh. "I hate it."

"What, using the entire male student body as your gay beards?" He teases, pushing me slightly.

"Stop…" I whine quietly. "It's not funny. It's.. ah you wouldn't understand."

"You can tell me Dan." He says gently. "You know you can trust me." I shake my head.

"No. It's not important." I assure him before I hear a 'ping' coming from my phone, indicating a Facebook notification. I click "show" and grimace at the message.

Santana's POV…

I arrive home and run up the stairs to my bedroom, smiling to myself. When I get inside I open up my laptop and log into Facebook. I hate this website; I'm "friends" with pretty much the whole school, most of whom I can't stand, and I never use it; it's not like I actually want to talk to any of them. Seeing them in school is bad enough.

I type 'Dani Lovato' into the search bar and begin typing a message. Wow, she is such a fucking whore! Her profile picture is her bent over, smiling into the camera wearing a tiny pair of cut off shorts and a thin white tank top, showing a lot of cleavage and wearing way too much eyeliner.Oh I can't wait to knock her down a peg or two. I start composing the message as I push my glasses further up the bridge of my nose.

Hey there Dani. You know our little deal? Well I have my first order for you. I bet you can't wait to find out what it is.