Miss Lovato

Meeting her

I made my way to tutor, still holding the tissue on my fresh cuts.
Crap why did I have to be so stupid and cut so deep in school..
I got to my tutor base and sat down trying to keep the tissue from falling out of my jumper. I sat in my seat and put my head on the desk, I'm done. I want to go home and die.. I hate this crappy school, nothing good ever happens to me.
We got dismissed and told to go to our last lesson, mine being history. I love history, I don't know why but I always find it really interesting and I seem to have a natural flair for it anyway. Unfortunately, my previous teacher Miss Fear left last year so we have a brand new teacher. As I was walking down the hall to my history class I could feel my head pounding and my vision getting a little blurry. Fuck.. I held on to the balcony to steady myself and walked in to my history class. I took a seat in the 2nd row from the front of the class. Slowly but surely all the other students made their way in and sat down in their seats. Our teacher walks in to the room, she's wearing a black hi-lo dress, brown wedges and a black leather jacket. Holy crap she's pretty. I look at this woman's face. OH MY GOD.
It's Demi Lovato. Demi Lovato, is my new history teacher?!
I knew she retired a few years ago due to pressure and she wanted to have a normal life away from the spotlight but I never knew she went in to teaching! I love this woman's music and it appears I'm the only one that still listens to it, everyone else listens to 'pop chart music'. I personally don't like it, there's no emotion in it. Whereas with Demi's music it's so soulful and perfect.
"Hello everyone, I am Miss Lovato, your new history teacher" Miss lovato starts
" I am excited to start a new year with y'all and teach you new things, as long as you are all willing to work hard!".
" Okay everyone, if you could please get out your pens and then I will hand round a new exercise book for each of y'all" she says with her adorable Texan accent slightly coming out.
We all get out our pens and lay them on the desk. Miss Lovato hands round an exercise book for everyone, but when she gets to my desk she accidentally drops it. I reach down to pick up the book for her and she does the exact same thing. As I reach down my sleeve comes up a little bit and the bloodied tissue comes out of my sleeve. Miss Lovato's eyes flick to the tissue and then to my eyes. I look in to her warm brown eyes for a moment, observing every golden fleck and her beautiful long lashes. I pick up the tissue and the book and place the book on the desk and just drop the tissue in my lap.
Fucking hell, why was I so stupid, she saw that tissue. Fuck. If she suspects that I am self harming then I am done for! I can't have anyone find out my secret! Oh god I'm panicking, oh my god. Shit. Crap. Fuck.
I slowly lift up my head to meet Miss Lovato's eyes and she's staring down at me, she whispers only loudly enough so I can hear "I need to speak to you after class sweetheart. Don't panic you're not in trouble".
She looks in to my dark brown boring eyes, straightens up and then moves along and carries on handing out the books.

Demi's POV:

I think I'm doing okay. Phew, deep breath. Calm down Demi.
" Okay everyone, I'm going to take the register and if you could all put your hands up and say 'here miss' when it comes to your name, so I can start to learn your guys names"
I start to call the register, looking up after calling each persons name to see who was who.
"Lauren French" I call, a beautiful girl with waist length brown hair puts her hand up, she's the one I saw a bloody tissue fall out of her sleeve. I really hope she has a good explanation for it, she's such a beautiful girl and she doesn't deserve to be hurting. I realise I've been staring at her for a few seconds so I smile and carry on with the register.
Once I've finished the register I want everyone to write down a set of rules. I want them to realise that they can't do what they want and their is expectations in my classroom.
They've all gotten a little chatty whilst I was setting up the PowerPoint of my classroom expectations.
" Right everyone, if y'all could quieten down and look up at the board please. On the board are my classroom expectations, these are rules I expect you all to abide by in my classroom at all times. I want you all the copy them down in the front of your books please so you will alway have them handy to look at. "
A groan erupted throughout the classroom as I asked them to write it down. Phew.
I think that went okay, I'm not used to teaching or handling a class. I really do love to help people though, ever since retired from music I've wanted to carry on helping people.
The children pottered along, writing down the rules. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Lauren, she looked quite depressed if I'm honest. She was holding her head in her hands as if she had a headache or something, I hope she's okay. Oh god Demi, stop. You barely even know this girl, she's a student and you know nothing about her. She could be perfectly fine for all you know. Stop this nonsense and carry on teaching the rest of the class.
Once the lesson was over, all the students started to file out of the classroom.
"Lauren wait there please! I need to speak to you" I called out to Lauren who was making her way out of the classroom door.
I saw a wave of panic flash across her face as I called her back.

Laurens POV:

Crap. I was hoping she'd forgotten. It's only my first lesson with her and she already suspects my bloody secret! Pun not intended. I need to calm down, I can feel my breathing quicken and my palms start to sweat.
Lauren calm down, make something up and reassure her you're fine. Thankyou brain I totally needed that pep talk.
I turn around and walk back over to her desk with my head to the ground, I don't want to look in her eyes.
"Lauren sweetie, grab a chair. Look I promise you aren't in trouble, I just wanted to talk to you" Miss Lovato reassured me.
I took a chair and placed it near her desk and sat on it, crossing one leg over the other.
" I am going to be honest and blunt with you Lauren, I saw a bloodied tissue fall out of your sleeve earlier on. Could you please tell me what the blood was from?"
A panic surged in my body, I could feel my throat clam up and my eyes start to water.
" Ahh.. Uhmm" c'mon Lauren! think! She can't know your secret. She'll try and stop you.
" I had a nose bleed earlier today and I kept that tissue in my sleeve just incase it started again" I lied through my back teeth to her. I hate lying but I can't let her know it.
"Oh.. okay.. Lauren are you sure? because I actually have scars from self injury and I have been through it. I understand sweetie"
Wait what?! She used to self harm?
I didn't know that much about her past.. Maybe she will understand..

Maybe I should tell her? Should I tell her?

(A/N: sorry for not really mentioning this but sometimes things might be a little triggering! so I wouldn't recommend reading this If you are triggered easily. Some of these things are based on things that have happened to me..
I'd like your opinion! should she tell miss lovato? it's up to you!!
DON'T FORGET TO VOTE :) ~ Lauren)