IMAGINE... d.l.

Come Closer Cuz I Don't Bite (au)

(in which Demi is the bad girl in school and you have a crush on her)

You walk down the hallway, your messenger back slung over one shoulder, quickly walking through the hallway to my classroom so you can avoid another detention slip. As you're hurriedly walking, you slam your shoulder into someone. When you turn around, you feel your breath catching in your throat.

You bumped into none other than Demi Lovato.

Demi Lovato is the most popular, most gorgeous girl in school. But she's bad. Really, really bad. Tattoos, piercings, detentions, suspensions, fights almost everyday, smoking, drinking, etc. Everything under the sun. She guys on their knees for her, but she's a lesbian. But even the guys are all over her thinking they're gonna get a piece of lesbian ass in a threesome or something, but it's not gonna happen. She has girls crawling all over her too, but she's turned them down too. It's usually hook-ups at parties with each. You haven't experienced it, but you hear it all through the hallways.

And even though she's all of this, you can't help but feel your heart beat faster whenever you see her.

When she turns to look at you, her face is hard and angry, but once she lays her eyes on you, her face softens and she smiles lopsidedly, making your heart jump. Her electric blue hair with strands of black underneath is cut short, shoulder length, and it compliments her face. Her lips are red with a earring on her bottom lip, a piercing in her nose, and in her ears, top and bottom. I've heard she has a belly button piercing to. She wears a black muscle tee with Guns & Roses on them and a gray plaid button-down shirt that's open with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, showing off her tattoos on her arms and her collarbone. She has small ones on her hands and two on her wrists and she has one behind her ear. I've seen it. It's a feather. The skinny jeans she's wearing show off her hips and the spiked black high heels make it seem like she's taller than me.

"Demi," you say softly, standing up straight.

"Hey, Y/N," she says. You can't believe she knows your name! Holy shit!

"Uh, sorry for bumping into you," you say. "I wasn't looking where I was going."

"Eh, it's fine," she says, waving it off. "I'm not dead or anything. Where you headed to?"

"Uh, just class," you say, brushing a strand of your hair behind my ear.

"Well, you'd better get going," she says with a smirk. "Wouldn't want to be the cause of you gettin' a detention."

Before you can answer, she walks away, her high heels clicking down the empty hall. It takes you a full minute to snap the hell out of it, but when you do, you quickly walk down the hallway, a stupid grin on your face.

During you last class of the morning - you have two classes in the morning total before lunch - you're outside talking to one of your friends at the lunch tables they set up outside - you're able to sit out here since it's nice today - while eating your lunch when you spot Demi with her group of friends, all bad and tatted just like her. She's leaning against the concrete wall of the school, one foot up on the wall, and smoking a cigarette. It hangs between two of fingers on her right hand while her left hand hugs herself. You sigh dreamily. She's definitely what your mom would call "a bad influence", but you don't care. You just want her. 

Her eyes suddenly trail to yours and she smirks at you while smoking on her cigarette. Your whole body immediately goes hot.

"Y/N, are you even listening to me?" your friend asks, snapping me out of your thoughts.

"Huh?" you ask, turning to her.

She looks to Demi once and rolls her eyes, turning to you. She's the only one who knows about your major crush on Demi. "Just go ask her out already," she says. "Or at least talk to the girl."