Demi Lovato Imagines

Enemy, Ms. Lovato

Contains strong language
Demi - Teacher

Your next class was Computer Applications & Office Management, with fucking Ms. Lovato. You two didn't get along at all. You guys practically hated each other. Well, you hated her. Reason? Unknown. The chemistry was just, nope, there wasn't even a chemistry between the both of you. She would never go further than yelling at you though, unlike yourself, you'd start insulting her. Immature, you knew. Reason? Unknown. You had no clue why she had that affect ok you, she made you angry and aggressive. She turned on your bitch mode.

You and the rest your class were waiting for Ms. Lovato in front of the door like you should. Your classmates were chatting but you didn't feel like joining, you were already pissed that she was teaching your next class.
Way too early for your liking, the already noisy clicking of her, in your eyes slutty, heels growing louder and louder the closer she got. You had your head leaning against the wall close to the door.

"Morning class!" She smiled and greeted y'all happily while unlocking the door. Somehow you couldn't wait to destroy her happiness, you wanted to slap that smile off of her goddamn face.

Majority of you were greeting her back but you just rolled your eyes in annoyance. She held the door open and motioned for all the students to get inside with you being the last one. There was no need to push to the front because everyone head their permanent seats anyway. As you walked past her heading inside you let a "Yikes" slip out just loud enough for her to hear.

"Boot your computers and start working right away. I told you what's to be done last lesson. If you don't remember, ask your neighbor or what I suggest, listen to what I say." Ms. Lovato said. "Anyone absent?" She added.

"Your appropriate behavior." You thought out too loud causing everybody to laugh except for Ms. Lovato, instead she walked over to you with crossed arms.

Standing behind your computer with her inked arms still crossed, she cleared her throat. Ms. extended her right arm towards you. Raising an eyebrow you slowly shoved it away.

"Hand in the homework that was due today." She smiled mischievously.

"I didn't do it." You said between gritted teeth, your blood already boiling. She knew what affect this would have on you, she did it on purpose, you were sure.

"Again huh? Why not Ms. Y/L/N?" Ms. Lovato asked triumphly, she thought!

And with that she had your bitch mode switched on. You were mad and ready for your saved up comebacks to finally get in handy. With her short fingers she tapped a rhythm on her left upper arm, waiting for you to say something.

"Because I don't ever spend time on thinking of you and," You got up to make your words hit her even harder, cos you're taller than her which made it look like you had the upper hand in the upcoming argument. "this." You let your pointer finger slide up and down in the air in front of her thick yet muscular body. "No thanks." You sat back down and chuckled.

"You like to forget I'm your teacher, for god's sake, don't you!?" Ms. Lovato slammed both her hands flat on the table causing it to shake and getting everyone's full attention.

Her reaction surprised you. She seemed angry. Very angry. But her quivering butt chin just encouraged you to keep going. She was clearly hurt by you body shaming her. You now had the upper hand.

"You're pretty rude yourself, Ms. Fatass." She clenched her flat hands into fits.

"Out. Now!" Ms. Lovato or like you had called her, Ms. Fatass, yelled and pointed towards the door.

"It's on, bitch." You shot up from your seat and walked around the table, she met you halfway.

"What the!? Y/N! Get yourself together!" Your bestie slapped your arm from her seat.

"No, Y/BF/N. I'm sick of this brat!" You spat, giving your teacher a disgusted look. "Go on, Ms., tell me how much of a bad student I am." You said in your baby voice and pouted at her. Your goal was to humiliate her.

Ms. Lovato's chin kept quivering, her nails digging into her arms, and her chocolate brown eyes behind the pair of nerd glasses were getting watery. Not even that stopped you. Normally you weren't this cold, the exact opposite actually, you're sentimental, huge heart, sympathetic, and even a dying fly could've made you cry. But as mentioned before, you had no idea yourself why, towards her, you were like...this. Instead her showing weakness made you stronger and encouraged you to keep, obviously, hurting her feelings. She seemed helpless in that moment. Very helpless.

"Aww, got nothing to say? How pathetic are you? Oh my gosh." You scoffed.

Silence.

"I said get out." She repeated softly. "I think you know well enough where the principal's office is, don't you?" Oh damn.

"Obviously you too, whore. Otherwise you wouldn't be a teacher at this school." You winked at her and left the room with everyone in awe.

As you closed the door behind you, you suddenly felt something. First you couldn't really tell, you had never felt this feeling during an argument with her. It was new yet you you knew this feeling from other situations. It was...regret. You felt disgusting. Disappointed in yourself. You felt sorry. Ashamed. Who was this rude, heartless person talking? Definitely not your real self. You have always been mean towards her, but accusing her of sleeping with the principal to get and keep this job, had so crossed the line, even for yourself.

You felt someone push the door open you were still leaning against. With teary eyes you turned around just to be met with another pair of glassy eyes. Her.

"Y/N, you were told to head to the principal's office. Why are you still here?" Ms. Lovato cleared her throat probably attempting to keep the tears floating on her waterlines and not let the waves crash on the rocks.

"Ms. Lovato," You started but she interrupted your words.

"No! You may explain to me later, or not, but I am telling you the last time now, go to the principal's office!" Her voice was shaky and cracked up the end.

"Yes, Ms.," You said with sadness in your voice.

You just couldn't get yourself to walk away with not saying anything "positive". Well, yeah...

"I'm very sorry Ms. Lovato," A tear rolled down your hot pink cheek. "You're a beautiful, kind and attractive young lady with an indescribably breathtaking soul." With that you eventually walked away, and with Ms. Lovato staring blanky at the ground.

A/N: I'm soo sorry guys, this chapter sucks. I promise you the next one will be better! Ly♥️ ~ edited