Demi Lovato is the preacher's daughter in a small town in Connecticut. She is very sheltered on what she does and one big mistake and the town is talking. Joe Jonas is the bad boy in town, and a high school drop out. He's not good. He uses girls an...
I woke up on the bed by myself in Vegas. I seriously didn't do anything with Gigi. She wanted to but I love Demi.
God, why do I even care? WHY did I turn down Gigi? I looked around and there was no Demi. Nothing. Just me in an ugly Vegas hotel room. I want to go home. I got up quickly and started packing my things. I don't know if I was going to talk to Demi, but I just wanted to go home.
Once I got all my things packed. I called a taxi to take me to the airport. I was anxious to smoke, but the driver didn't let me. My phone buzzed and I was hoping it was Demi, but it was Gigi.
if you change your mind, I'm always in Vegas. xoxo G.
I rolled my eyes and deleted the text. The driver pulled up to the airport. I paid him quickly and walked inside. I bought a ticket.
2 hours later, I'm back in La. I was going home before I talk to Demi. I got on my motorcycle that was waiting on me. I drove home.
"HEEYY BOYYY!!" Aadan yelled. I could tell he was high as fuck. Not to mention the whole house reeked of weed. I groaned and went into my bedroom.
I opened my door and caught Wesley jacking off on my bed, "what the fuck!?" my eyes widen.
"Josh is fucking on my bed. I'm still horny right now," he explained, I clenched my jaw.
"So shit sherlock! It's my bed! I don't want your ass on my bed! I sleep here, dude!" I glared. He put his phone down.
"You've been staying with Demi. What's the prob? It's not your bed anymore." I rolled my eyes.
"Demi and I broke up. This is still my bed. What's this?" I snatched the phone. It was a picture Selena sent him. I smirked at him.
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"So which one are you beating yourself on? Selena or the girl in the back?" I chuckled.
"Shhhh!" Wesley shut my door. He pulled his pants up. "I don't want the guys to know I'm like you."
"Like me? What?" I looked at the photo again.
"You're in love Demi. I think I might be liking Selena rather than a one night stand...there can't be two of us...the guys barely like you liking one girl."
"Wes, stop giving the fuck what the guys think. They don't control us. Whatever." I glanced at him, "have you fucked her?"
He bit his lip, "yes, Demi even walked in on us." He reminded me what I was going to do.
"Speaking of Demi, I gotta see her." I was about to walk off but I remembered, "and stopping beating your meat and wash my sheets before I get back." I yelled, making the guys wonder.
I smirked and walked out to my motorcycle. I drove to Demi's.
I pulled into their driveway and I used my key and went right inside. I went upstairs to her bedroom.
