Here Comes The Sun (Demi Lovato/Naya Rivera)

And the Panty Drops

Chapter 5 - And the Panty Drops

I laid in bed that night, overthinking, as usual. I couldn't like Naya. I couldn't like the way she slightly swings her hips as she walks, I couldn't like how her hair lays gently on her shoulder, and I definitely couldn't like the way her eyes light up when she talks about something she likes. I definitely couldn't like her smile, her body, or the way she effortlessly looks perfect every single time I see her. She's a girl, and I haven't even known her that long. My heart does skip a beat when I see her though but listen here Demi, she. is. a. girl. I can't be into girls. What would my family think of me? What would my fans think? The last time I thought I might be everything came tumbling down.

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"What is it Demetria? Why won't you touch me? Ever since that girl came back into your life you have been acting weird." Wilmer shouted and I looked down at my feet. We were kissing and I was dazing off, just going along with it until he tried to take it further. Now I am just standing here letting him get his anger out. "Are you a lesbian? Are you a dyke? I can't believe this, my own girlfriend is a-"

"SHUT UP!" I shouted, "Shut the fuck up."

"What is it Dems? Are you ashamed? How many times have you fucked her? Was the sex that good? Because no matter how good it was, I can do it better." He started walking up to me, about to touch my shoulder. I glared at him and went to storm out of his flat.

"I don't have to put up with this shit." I muttered.

"Not so fast." He grabbed my arm and spun me around, holding way too tight. I cried out in pain while he smiled. "Let me show you what a man can do baby." One hand went down to my waist and tugged at my jeans. As he was about to pull them down I swung the arm he wasn't holding on to and slapped the smirk off his face. Tears I didn't even know about were streaming down my face, and I slipped out the door. Right as I was slamming the door I heard a crash; I hope it's not the expensive vase his mom bought him when he first moved in.

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I remember that night clear as day. It was the night I broke my promise to stay strong. The night Selena found me on my floor with blood streaming down my arms pooling around me. In all honesty, I almost died that night.

Almost.

I don't want that happening again. The doctor Selena called asked too many questions, and the scars still haven't completely faded. Then when she left because of those damn feelings I was done. I scratched my arms raw, and almost had to handcuff my hands behind my back. I stayed in bed and barely ate for a week. We were best friends for so long and she just leaves? I can understand, I mean I had a big ol' lesbian crush on her, but it hurt.

Though I feel like there is something I'm forgetting.

That is why at 3:26 in the morning I texted Blake.

Me: I decided... Yes I will be your girlfriend.

Blake: Gr8, let's tell evry1 2marro. B luvy dovey.

Me: You mean later today.

Blake: LOL ya gudnite

I walked into the studio at ten thirty-two am searching the room for Blake. (Also known as Naya, but I'm not supposed to be looking for her.) I found them both engaged in a conversation about God knows what. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of her but I ignored it and jumped into Blake's arms. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Naya's smile falter, then quickly coming back. It was rude of me to interrupt their conversation like this, I should've waited until they were done, she is probably annoyed damn it.