The "Queen" of North Dallas High School, Demetria Devonne Lovato, is handed her third F in Maths. Education used to be important to Demi until popularity stumbled her way.
Odell Beckham Jr, if you were to put him in a high school category, he would...
"I'm fine, Odell. I've just stepped up to the front door now."
"You could have stayed at mine, Dem, my mom wouldn't have minded" I lightly smiled and my stomach fluttered because of his concern for me. He had me phone him whilst I walked home after I declined his offer of him walking me home. The fact that he cared made me feel all tingly. I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out the key, unlocking the front door.
"I'm in."
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow" I nodded even though he couldn't see me. We spoke our farewell and then we hung up. I glanced into the living room after I'd locked the front door and had placed the key into the bowl. My eyebrows furrowed at the emptiness, not even the tv was switched on. I shimmied out of my jacket as I headed into the kitchen which was also empty. I threw my jacket onto the stool and then turned to grab myself a glass of water. I leant back against the counter and took a sip, my eyes falling on the phone that lit up on the counter. That isn't mine. So, he hasn't left. I bit down on my lower lip as I headed for the phone, debating on whether I should check the notification. It wasn't until the phone buzzed for a second time, that I picked it up. His phone instantly unlocked as I tapped the notification and my heart dropped into my stomach at what I saw.
Kayla: Hi Baby!! When will you be home?? ❤️ Kayla: Our gorgeous girl misses you...
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He has another family?!
"Demi?" I jumped at the loud voice causing the phone to fall out of my hand and land on the tiles with a loud clatter.
"Who-Who's Kayla?" I could feel myself growing emotional. I quickly wiped at the tear that rolled down my cheek.
"Have you been looking through my phone?"
"Who's Kayla?" I stumbled backwards as he headed towards me. He leant down and picked up his phone and he sighed at the fact the screen had a huge crack in it. "You haven't been going to New York for work, have you? You have your own little secret family over there. Do they even know about me? Do you even talk about the daughter that you leave behind?" he just sighed. "How long has your secret little family existed?"
"That's really none of your business, Demetria."
"As the daughter that you leave behind, I deserve to know everything" my heart was breaking with every sigh he made. It's like he doesn't even care. He leaves his 17 year old daughter to fend for herself while he goes off and plays happy families. "Did this little family start before mom died? When you went away and left me to care for my dying mom? Did you even go to work like you said you did or did you go off to play happy little families? Did you even love mom?" I jumped as he hit the counter, his phone clattering on the countertop. "How long have you been living this lie, Patrick?" the lack of a reply from him was slowly breaking me. "I don't ever want to see you again. You can go off to New York, you can play happy little families because I don't need you. You're dead to me" I stormed from the room and headed for the front door but before I had the chance to walk out of it, Patrick spoke.
"I did love your mom" I stared at the door, keeping my back to him as he continued. "But her terminal diagnosis destroyed me" I turned myself to face him, tears pouring down my cheeks.
"And you don't think it destroyed me? I was 14 and I needed my dad. Do you realise how much it hurts to know that you ran off to someone else?" I quickly wiped at my cheeks. "You can go back to New York. I don't need you anymore. I don't want you around anymore. I'd rather have no dad than a cheat and a liar. Like I said before, you're dead to me" I turned back to the front door and pulled it open. I choked on a sob as I stumbled down the driveway and headed down the street, not taking one glance behind me. I don't care for him anymore. He was living it up with someone else, living a completely different life while I was caring for my dying mother. I was 14. I shouldn't have had that level of responsibility. I wrapped my arms around myself, the cool air wrapping around me. I forgot to grab my jacket and I'm wearing the thinnest shirt I think possible. I didn't even know where I was headed until I reached Odell's front door. I wiped my cheeks and sniffled before I knocked. I think I left here like 20 minutes ago. I wish I had just agreed to spend the night. I wouldn't be this upset if I had. My family wouldn't totally be destroyed if I had.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I hadn't even realised that Heather had opened the door. All I could do was shake my head to her question. "Oh Honey" she pulled me into her embrace and I just seemed to cry harder. She hugs like my mom used too.
"Demi?" I pulled away from Heather and sniffled at the sound of Odell's voice as he descended the stairs. "What happened?" his face filled with concern as he quickened his pace.
"He didn't go away for New York for work" his eyebrows furrowed. "He has another family in New York" Odell locked his arms around me and pulled me into him as I broke down into heavy sobs. I clutched at the back of his shirt as he held me against him, the touch I found comfort in.
