A/N: This part is written by my amazing friend Adiba, we shall be writing this story together from here on out. Alternating with each part. Please enjoy.
God Bless,
Sarah x
Everything was black— pitch black. The air was thick on Demi's uncovered arms as she walked helplessly forward. All she could hear was the shallow breaths of her own and nothing more. She stepped further allowing her bare feet to be caressed by the waves. In an odd way, Demi felt at peace— safe almost. A flash breeze startled her back onto something. More like someone. Their breath lingered on her neck heavily as she tensed.
"Demi..."
That was all they needed to say to make her scream her wits out. She yelled until she was shaken gently and her eyes flew open. In front of Demi was a slightly mop-headed Justin who was breathing as if he was scared out if his mind.
"What the heck happened?" Justin exclaimed when her eyes were on his.
Demi blinked a couple of times and saw she was in Justin's room. "I-I had a nightmare," she said more to herself as it dawned on her.
A sigh of relief escaped Justin's chapped lips and he sat back on his bed. "Thank God you're okay," he mumbled wrapping his arms back around her.
"It was a voice," she told him cuddling him further. "It sounded like Nick's."
"And that's what scared you?" Justin asked her raising his eyebrows. She nodded and Justin's face fell into a solemn expression. "What's the need to be scared? I'm here, aren't I?"
Demi smiled without even realizing and relaxed into Justin's arms. "Thank you for that."
"It's my pleasure," he said before pressing a light kiss to her cheek. "Now go back to sleep."
Instantly, they both lapsed into a blissful sleep in each other's arms. Not only a few hours later, Justin awoke and looked at his alarm clock. The clock read much later than it should've been for a school morning.
"It's Monday," Justin whispered to himself. "Shit..."
Demi stirred and rubbed her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"We're gonna be late," he said groaning and falling on his back.
She looked at the alarm clock and jumped up out of the bed.
"What are you still doing in bed?" She exclaimed yanking his arm. "I need you to drop me off at home. I haven't got anything here."
"Fine, just let me get ready," he told her slowly getting out bed.
"You're taking the piss," she scolded pulling him up and pushing him in the bathroom. "Hurry!"
"Fine, calm down," he murmured locking the door.
Twenty minutes later, Justin was running down the stairs with his car keys in hand. Demi tapped her foot expectantly and he flashed her a smile.
"We'll get there on time," he assured her as the piled into the car. "Stop worrying."
"Easy for you to say, you're not a girl," she argued buckling herself in. "You don't know the first thing about getting ready properly."
Justin laughed and shook his head. "I know plenty," he stressed with a smirk. "If I didn't then I probably wouldn't be this hot."
"Don't flatter yourself." Demi rolled her eyes which made Justin laugh again. "Drive faster!"
"Do you want to get pulled over?" He questioned and received only silence. "Exactly, don't tell me how to drive."
"I'm not telling you how to drive," she retorted. "I'm advising you— huge difference."
Justin quirked an eyebrow at her but she ignored him completely and waited for her home to come into view. The second it did, Justin cut the gas and Demi stumbled out and ran into her house. Luckily she found the spare key in its usual place. When she walked in, there was nobody home. She thundered up to her room and got ready in the span of thirty minutes. As she descended the staircase, she could hear the TV blaring from the living room.
Justin was sat on the sofa finishing up a cereal and watching the early reruns of SpongeBob Squarepants. "Justin!" She shouted making him jump up in the process and nearly dump the remains of the cereal.
"What?" He asked shoving in the last of the cereal.
"Seriously?" She breathed referring to the TV and the bowl in his hands.
Justin put the bowl down and turned off the TV. "Happy?" She nodded and he rolled his eyes. "We'll make it in time."
"We only have five minutes!" She exaggerated walking out the door. Justin followed in pursuit and waited for her to lock the house up. "Don't just stand there, get in the car!"
He obeyed and they both drove away faster than legal. "You seem tense," Justin observed.
Demi narrowed her eyes and pushed back her hair in frustration. "Because we're late," she pointed out. "Why are you so calm?"
"Because we're late." He snickered and earned a slap in the arm. "Come on, there's no need to be so uptight—"
"I'm not uptight!"
"If you weren't, you'd be more relaxed," he told her.
Demi scowled before plastering a fake smile on her face. "I'm relaxed, can you hurry now?"
"Oh look," he chirped parking the car. "We're here."
"Great, thanks," she quickly told him unbuckling her seatbelt and reaching for the door. She felt Justin tug on her wrist and hold her back. "What is it?"
He stared at her for a good couple of seconds before leaning in and connected their lips. Even though Demi was caught off guard, she managed to compose herself to kiss back. Justin smiled into the kiss and held her cheek with one hand to deepen the kiss. Soon enough, they both had to pull away for air. Both of them kept their eyes closed and Justin pressed one last kiss on her forehead.
"I'll see you later," he whispered releasing her slowly.
Demi backed away and nodded. She made her way out of the car and sprinted into the building. Little did they know that someone else was late and watching them from the other side of the car park. Justin got out of his car and dawdled to the building with no care in the world.
By lunch time, Demi was pounded with questions from Selena. She answered them shortly and tried to pry Selena's attention elsewhere to no avail. They sat in the cafeteria and Selena munched on her lunch and continued to ramble on.
"So you were late because you both slept in?" Selena quizzed biting her apple.
"Yes, for the thousandth time today," Demi answered sighing.
Selena shook her head and chewed. "I think it's so sweet he was there for you," she commented still chewing.
Demi stared at her weirdly for a while until she heard someone clear their throat. She turned to see Miley standing there with her 'clique'.
"Demi," Miley stated acting as if she were civil.
"Yes?" Demi said looking up at Miley.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" Miley asked a tad too sweetly.
Demi looked at Selena who shook her head discreetly. "Uh," Demi said facing her once again. "We can talk here."
Forcing a sigh, Miley pulled out the chair by Demi and sat next to her. "I'm not going to beat around the bush," she started saying crossing her arms. "You can't be with Justin."
Demi pursed her lips at the cliché line tossed by Miley. "Why?" She wondered hoping that was safe to ask.
"He can't be with you," Miley stated.
"He can't?" Demi repeated fully knowing that Miley was incorrect.
"No." Miley shuffled through her purse and brought out her phone. "You know you can't be with him because I'm with him."
"But last night you said—"
"I know what I said and I take that back," she snapped losing her cool. "Besides, I know you don't want people to know what's really going on with you and T."
Demi stared at her blankly until Miley produced a picture on her phone screen.
