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Nine

Demi

Even though I have been dreading it since it happened, I know that I need to talk to Odell. That kiss shouldn't have happened. Does that mean I regret it? No. It may have been the simplest of kisses but it made me feel things that I've never felt before. My lips still tingle at the memory. I swear the moment that his lips touched mine, my entire body covered itself in goosebumps and I couldn't stop myself from kissing him back, but then reality set in and I pushed him away. I think pushing him away was the stupidest thing I've ever done but that doesn't mean it wasn't the right thing to do. I'm with Nick. I'm not single, I'm taken, and I know he might not be the nicest guy on the planet but I'm not a cheat.

"You not skipping again?"

"I'm not going to get anywhere with life if I skip."

"You're so boring, Demi. You no longer party; you no longer skip. What the fucks going on?" I rolled my eyes.

"I don't need to explain myself to you, Alice."

"You've changed" I just shook my head and rummaged around in my locker. I haven't changed. I just want a better life, one that doesn't revolve entirely around high school. "No wonder Nick's cheating on you" my eyes widened and I was unsure as to whether I heard her correctly because she practically whispered it under her breath.

"What?"

"Nothing" she shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"Alice, what the fuck?" I slammed my locker shut which made her jump. "Who the fucks he cheating on me with?" she clamped her mouth shut and that just fuelled my anger. I could feel it bubbling over. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her protesting ass behind me as I headed into an empty classroom.

"Demi, seriously loosen your grip" I released her wrist as I slammed the classroom door. I turned back to her and watched as she rubbed at her wrist. "Fuck, Demi, did you have to dig your nails in?" I didn't care in that moment. I need answers.

"Who the fuck is he cheating on me with, Alice?"

"He-He..."

"Alice?" I spoke through my teeth, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.

"Ma-Marsha."

"So, the rumours are true then?" She bit down on her lower lip and nodded. "I'm going to fucking kill her."

"Demi, she's my best friend, she can't know that I told you."

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE" I screamed as I turned on my heel and stormed from the classroom. Everyone stared at me as I stormed down the corridor. I found Nick by his locker so I headed straight for him. He glanced to me, not noticing the look of rage in my eyes at first.

"Hi, Baby" I slammed his locker shut, nearly trapping his hand in the process. "Fucking hell, Babe. What's your problem?"

"How long?"

"How long what? Baby, you aren't making sense" we had attracted the attention of everyone in the corridor.

"HOW FUCKING LONG?"

"How fucking long what, Demi?"

"How long have you been cheating on me with Marsha?" his eyes rolled and I swear a collective gasp filled the corridor. Nick and I were supposed to be endgame. We were supposed to be the high-school couple that lived to be old and grey together. "If you aren't going to answer me, let me ask her" I shoved myself past him and headed down the corridor. The last I saw of Marsha; she was in the cafeteria. I had a trail of people behind me as I stormed into the cafeteria causing everyone to stare over at me as I made a scene. Nick was trying to stop me but I was too fuelled by anger to stop myself. I headed straight for Marsha who sat with the rest of our friends at the like 'head' table. You have to get an invite to sit with us. I can't believe I used to care about that shit. Like, I honestly used to think life revolved around high-school, and if you were popular in high-school, you would be popular in real life too. Oh, how naïve I was. "MARSHA?" she jumped at the loudness of my voice, glancing back at me with wide eyes. They briefly danced to Nick behind me and the fear that settled in her gaze, satisfied me. "Seen as Nick won't tell me. How long has Nick been cheating on me with you?" I spit out, glaring down at her. She couldn't seem to glance away from me as she fiddled with her fingers.

"Erm..."

"How long?"

"3 months."

"Why?" I could feel myself growing emotional, tears were burning at the back of my eyes.

"Because..." she glanced to Nick who was subtly shaking his head. "It-It started because you wouldn't give it up" you know the phrase 'use your words', well I struggled to find the words. I practically threw myself at her, screaming wordlessly as my fingers locked in her hair. I've never once been physical with someone but the anger I felt was just so overwhelming that I needed to get it out on something. I could feel hands trying to pull me off her but I just shrugged them off. It wasn't until I was practically yanked off her that what I had just done, fully sank in. I thought the arms that were wrapped around me belonged to Nick but as he headed to Marsha, I realised that wasn't the case. I had tears pouring down my cheeks as I was led out of the cafeteria, everyone staring after me with their mouths hanging open. It wasn't until I was pulled into the empty corridor that I turned around, a little surprised to find that it was Odell.

"Demi, what the fuck just happened in there?" I couldn't answer him. There was regret instantly weighing down on my chest. I covered my face with my hands as I choked on a sob. His arms wrapped around me and I found comfort in his embrace.

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