I would die for you

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Selena's POV

I woke up to the sun piercing through the small crack of the curtains. I squinted my eyes, adjusting them to the bright light then leaned upright, sighing as I fought the urge to stay in bed a little longer.

It had been four days since we finished school and four days since we had planned a day to haunt our dreams by hanging out by the dark woods. Yeah, I was dreading that day.  I still hadn't heard from Demi and Justin and I have been distant which is strange considering how we never spend a day apart but now we find ourselves making little to no conversation. Now that's a record. 

The memory of our last proper conversation came back to me. He was about to say something, I know he was, but I stopped it. It was a foolish move but I was scared. I'm sure anyone in my situation would have done the same thing. It's natural to be scared of jumping into something that is too risky.

And then when he was kissing my neck...I froze. I knew he was tempting me and I don't know why. I need answers.

I never did get the chance to talk to Demi; when she came back we just threw a movie on and ate pizza. It was pretty awkward for the whole movie since the whole touchy feely thing that happened between Justin and I only moments before. I remembered every detail of that moment. From the sexy tone in his voice, to his mouth massaging my skin. At the moment, I felt like all the air from the room had been removed. Then I realised that I was drooling. Luckily, I was alone right now.

Oh, and how could I forget the time when Demi left the room and we were alone once more. I wanted him to kiss me. It's not wrong to want to kiss your best friend but I don't want to think that I'm making a big deal out of nothing like I usually do. I sighed contently, thoughts of him drifted away from my mind.

Yet again, I found myself alone in my room. The only person I wanted to talk to the most was the person I couldn't talk to. I decided to talk to Demi. I couldn't bare to keep this to myself anymore. I needed to tell someone and that person happened to be her, one of my best friends.

I grabbed my phone from my bedside table and typed a quick message to her, asking to meet up. I consistently tapped the screen hoping she'd reply straight away but she didn't. Demi's usually not the type of person who replies hours after you've sent a message but she's also not the type of person to text back straight away either which annoys me when I find myself in a situation like this and I really need her to be there when I need her.

About a minute after I sent the text, my phone vibrated, signalling I had gotten a message, hopefully from her.

It was.

My heart skipped a beat, relieved that she didn't take any longer than she did. I saw that she was typing a message, as shown under her name on my phone so I shot out of bed and chucked some clothes on. I devided on my blue ripped jeans and a black camisole top which was slightly wrinkled but not that noticeable. 

My eyes searched the room for my trainers which I found by my bedroom window. I then paced over to the mirror to give my hair a quick brush as I could see a few tangles here and there. Without further ado, I walked into the bathroom to finish of my morning routine which ended with me brushing my teeth and washing my face thoroughly.

A few seconds later, my phone vibrated again and I quickly went to check to see who it was.

Demi ;)

Hey girl. What's up? Haven't heard from you lately. Was hoping we could go out like we planned a few days ago. All three of us.

My eyes drifted to the last sentence. All three of us. I really did want the three of us to hang out again. It would give me and Justin to clear the air and I didn't want the holiday to go to waste; It had barely begun. I hated being away from him. It made me sick to my stomach.