Nobody Does it Like You (Delena Fanfiction)

Chapter 7

*Demi's POV*

I woke up in the morning and smiled. Yesterday was one of the most amazing days of my life. Selena is just so... I don't know how to put it into words. It's the way she makes me feel. She makes me feel like a new person. She makes me feel incredible. She makes me feel beautiful. I... I think I might love her. I know it's wrong because she's my teacher but... I can't control my feelings. I know I'm really young but I know I'm not mistaking love for lust. I've never felt this way about someone before. I can go on for hours saying every detail I love about her. I love the way she smiles. I love the way she looks down when she blushes. I love the way she pushes her hair away from her face. I love the way she plays with her thumbs when she's nervous. I love the way she sings. I love the way she talks. I love the way she walks. I love the way she treats me. I love the way she cares about me. I love everything about her, and if she does will not just "slightly" affect me. If she makes one wrong move, I'm going to completely fall apart. I just wish she would feel the same way about me. I crashed back down into my pillows and got lost in my thoughts.

*Selena's POV*

I flipped over the pancake and glanced at the clock. Fuck, it's already 5:45 am. I have to wake up Demi. I ran quickly to her room and creaked open the door. I looked at her and I filled with butterflies. She was curled up on her bed, hugging the pillow like her life depended on it. She looked so cute, aw. I snapped out of my trance and half-yelled, "Demi, wake up we have to go to school today is your presentation!" Right when I said that she jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom to take a shower. I laughed and went back down to take the pancakes off of the stove. After I placed all of the food on the table, I began to do the dishes. I was scrubbing one of my glass plates, when I heard Demi clear her throat. I turned around and saw Demi standing there, her hair still dripping wet from the shower, in only a towel. My jaw dropped open an the glass plate slipped out of my hand and crashed onto the floor, bringing me back down to Earth. Fuck. Heat rose to my face as I picked up the pieces of the glass plate and threw them away. I stood up and saw Demi blushing like crazy, and I said, "U-um I-I'm s-s-sorry. I-I j-j-just..." I trailed off, my eyes roaming down her body again, I couldn't help myself. "S-Selena may I have some clothes?" She asked. "U-um, sure. G-give me a m-minute." I stuttered and rushed out of the room, completely embarrased. 

I grabbed some clothes and walked backed out and handed it to Demi, my eyes focused on something on the other side of the room. She took the clothes and walked back to her room to get dressed. She came back out and I convinced her to eat her breakfast, without purging. Before we left Demi asked me, "Do you happen to have an electric guitar I could use?" I smiled and went to grab one for her. "Demi, please be careful with it. It's my favorite, I got it signed by ACDC." I said, remembering when I had met them at a signing. Demi's jaw dropped and she said, "Holy shit." while staring at the priceless markings on the guitar. Her eyes were wide. I laughed and told her to hurry up. We ran out the door to my car and headed off to school. The presentations weren't during our music period. They were going to be during lunch, as I recall. During class, all of my students will be practicing for their performances. When we arrived, Demi got out first so it didn't look suspicious that a teacher was driving her student to school. I got out a couple of minutes later and walked to my classroom, where my whole class, including Demi, were waiting. "Ok class, use your time now to practice. You will all be going to the auditorium to perform. So, GO!" I laughed as my students hurried and began to work. Demi plugged my shiny blue guitar into the amp and began to adjust the strings. She finished and started to play. She had such a rock n' roll feel to her. From her style to her personality.

I feel a seperation coming on.

The rest of the students paused to look at her.

'Cause I know you want to be moving on