Demi Imagines (gxg)

gym.

Disgusted. Absolutely disgusted. Gym class should be banned, mostly because everyone kind of sat, fooling around, ignoring the teacher's requests. Sitting up alone in the bleachers, you had hoped you wouldn't be bothered.

It was about a month through the new school year, and you were absolutely tired, physically and mentally. The only thing pushing you through was your best friend, Demi.

Yeah, Demi was kind of a bitch, the only person she really cared about was her self, and the exception of you, plus some other of her irrelevant friends. Even though she was well a little over 2 years older than you, she didn't care, and neither did you.

Demi was the one who protected you in school, very possessive. You didn't mind, in fact you loved it, more than anything. She's been your rock through everything, mental abuse at home, school, always helping with your homework. You knew for a long time you've had a crush on her. Maybe even loved her? I mean who couldn't?

Her beautiful luscious dark hair, the way her freckles showed through her light makeup, her voice when she would sing you lullabies to calm you, or when she laughed. Oh god her laugh. One time you guys were hanging out at a fast food place, and she couldn't help but laugh at you when you spilled your drink all over someone else on accident, you were embarrassed out of your mind, but Demi made it seem funny after a while, though you felt bad. She always made you feel better.

Dozing off in your own thoughts, a dodgeball came flying out of nowhere and before you could say or do anything, it smashed in the side of your face. Laughter erupted.

"What the hell is going on?!" someone yelled, pushing through the commotion to see what had happened. It was Demi.

As soon as your eyes connected, you couldn't hold back the tears that had started flowing freely, trying to choke back a sob. Almost immediately, Demi ran up the bleachers ignoring her dodgeball game, grabbing you and pulling you into her. All your muscles relaxed as you sobbed into her neck, being she was a few inches taller, which you loved.

"Shh, it's okay sweetie, im here..." she whispered sweet nothings in your ear. She pulled back to examine your bloody, tear soaked face, and you couldn't help but feel pathetic. "Come on, lets get you cleaned up baby girl." she gave a sweet smile and kept you close on her side with her arm wrapped around you.

It seemed as though the teacher had ushered everyone out to their next class, which you were grateful for. Arriving at the bathroom, Demi soaked a cloth and gently pressed it to your face while stroking your hair to distract you from the pain.

After she finished, she planted a kiss on your forehead and hugged you. "I swear when I find out who hit my girl, I will tear their ugly ass up" she muttered. You couldn't help but giggle, giving her a small smile.

"There's that cute little smile" she said, flashing her smile at you in return.

"Thank you Demi, you didn't have to take care of me..." you trailed, feeling guilty. Demi's a senior, a popular one at that, and here she is, taking care of a younger classman.

"Hey now little girl, don't frown, I'm taking care of you because I want to, you mean everything to me, okay?" I sighed. "Okay."

"If it'll make you feel any better, we can ditch the rest of the day and go back to my house, maybe eat some takeout and watch some moviiiiieeees..." she dragged out. You giggled, "Yes please, it really would."

"Well good, lets go munchkin." she said excitedly, grabbing you and squeezing you close till you got to her car. She opened the door making sure you were in, and comfortable.

The way to her house, her music on low, she held your left hand in hers the whole time, passing glances your way to make sure you were okay. She's too good to me.

You want to tell her you like her, but don't know how, but maybe another time. For now you just enjoyed the ride with her hand in yours, just taking everything in.

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A/N
Lmao this was gay but I really wanted to make some imagines and get back into writing, lmao idk.