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Chapter 17: She Deserved it!

"Alright..... I was expecting more enthusiasm..." He trails off, and Grace says, "You caught us at a bad moment.... I mean me, I'm kind of on my period, and they were..... Trying to help me find some tampons." That was a nice save.

He looks at us strangely, drops the pizza boxes on the counter, and says, "I'm coming back in 30 mins, or whenever you give me a heads up that your search is over."

Before he closes the door, he sighs in relief. "Thank god I am not a woman."

After he closes the door, I too sigh in relief.

"Nice save, Helbig. Now, let's get back to talking." They all sit on the couches, and I sit on the rug.

"Yes, that was me. I look different, eh?"

I laugh, but Jenna gets up and says, "This isn't funny, Demi, or Bella?"

"Demi," I confirmed. "Bella no longer exists. My identity is Demetria Black, and it will stay that way."

"Wait, she made you hide from her, and change your name?" Hannah says, looking annoyed.

"Yeah..."

"That bitch!" Mamrie practically yells, and I cover her mouth with two fingers.

"Mamrie....and everyone else in this room, none of this goes out of the penthouse. If she or any of her friends figure out it's me, I'm dead. I've loved being with you guys, and I wish I never had made the mistakes I made in college... But I felt...... adventurous. Fearless. I was looking for something to give me a high in life. A rush. All I got was four different drug addictions, and a drug-dealing, gang-leading, heart-breaking, drug-addicted, murderous, and scary girlfriend. I was fearless before her, but she opened my eyes, in a dark way."

I shudder, recalling the events as they replayed in my mind.

"I always assumed that when I opened my eyes, that it would all be sunshine, true love, and that good would conquer all...." I chuckle, stopping for a moment.

"But, the truth is, life sucks. It's dark, cold, murky, backstabbing, and unfair."

Tears trickle down my face, and I can't hold it in anymore. I break down right there on the carpet.

"Don't cry, babe....." A voice says, and I feel a hand rubbing my back soothingly. I look up, and it's Jenna.

"She's a piece of shit. Some shit isn't worth being cried over."

Her eyes have started to tear up as well.

I open my mouth, but Hannah says something before me.

"Doesn't Destiny look a little old for you, Demetria?"

Her head is tilted, and she's squinting at the grainy photo of Destiny displayed on the news channel. Taking the remote, she presses the play button, and the reporter continues to talk.

"Destiny Chasman is 32 years old, and is a very dangerous and potentially armed being. Please call the number below if you have any information concerning the whereabouts of this individual, please call the number displayed on the screen."

Hannah looks at me, and she gasps. "Holy shit, we don't know how old you are!"

"Yeah we do! She's...... um..." Mamrie trails off, until her face shares the same expression as Hannah's.

"Holy shit, Hannah's right," She breathes out.

"I can't tell you... Any personal information could tip anyone off that could be in connection to her."

Hannah looks pretty worried, so I say, "I may not be allowed to tell you my age, but I'm going to tell you this:

1. I'm legal... So 21+

2. I wasn't acting about my dream of being an actress

3. This is me. Which I mean is my personality is the same. I'm not a bitch, unless you thought I was always a bitch....

4. I didn't lie about me not having parents... It all went down on it and I don't have a five!" I shout. I'm stressed about this, to be completely honest.

Before anyone gets the last word in, I say, "I'm going to call Tyler."

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So..... You could say we got a little drunk when we had pizza, and I'm pretty glad we did.

Anyways, it's time for school, and the whole place is TRASHED. Pizza crusts and crushed beer cans are scattered around the place. I check my surroundings. I'm leaning on Mamrie's shoulder, Grace's head is on my lap, Hannah's slouched next to Jenna, and Troye is in Tyler's arms. When Troye was invited? I don't remember....

I pull my phone out of my pocket, and I put in the most obnoxious alarm on blare, because I'm too lazy to wake them up nicely today. Too much effort. Grace wakes up first, stretching her arms up, accidentally hitting me in the face. She keeps her eyes closed, and feels my face. Opening her eyes, she looks up to see my face. "Sorry," she blushes, getting up. Troye wakes up next, looking up to see his boyfriend's face, and he too blushes. Tyler wakes up when Troye kisses his on the cheek. Mamrie wakes up after and looks at me on her shoulder.

Jenna and Hannah slept through it, so I opened the windows, and opened the blinds.

"Holy fuck!"

"Watch your language, Mourey... By the way, it's time for Me, Mamrie and Tyler to get our hungover butts over to our cranky Art teacher's class."

They both groan, and I hand them both pairs of sunglasses.

After we get dressed, we leave, and I take one of my snapbacks from my closet as we go out the door.

Mrs. Newman's classroom doesn't smell like her musty odor anymore. Instead, it smells like mint, and other fresh things.

Our whole class sits down, and the bells rings.

Right before the second bell, a dark-haired girl walks in and closes the door. Any descriptions? The first one that comes to mind is hot.

Definitely hot.

"Hello, class. Your old teacher, Mrs. Newman, suffered a heart attack two days ago, and is dead."

"Served the bitch right!" A guy yells from the back, and the guy next to him high fives him. I can't help but agree, but not out loud.

"That was my grandmother," she sighs, and I feel awful.

"Anyways, my name is Ms. Jones, but you can call me Anna."

She smiles, and I sort of feel my heart skip a little faster.

"Your exam list will not be changed, so we will just continue where my grandmother, or the 'bitch deserved it,' left off, leading me to homework. None for tonight, EXCEPT for the young man who called her that.... They have to write her funeral speech for this weekend, and attend. Have fun."

After class, she keeps me behind and asks, "What's your name?"

"Demetria Black," I smile, holding a hand out for her to shake.

"Huh...." She looks a little confused, and I ask her why she does.

"It's just you don't seem like a Demetria, that's all... Your name means 'follower of the Greek goddess Demeter,' but I feel like she should be following you, since you're really pretty and all...." She sees me blushing and stops herself and says, "....and I am rambling. Well, Demetria Black, I hope to see you more often," she smirks, and I walk quickly so she will not see my face has changed into a very dark red.

What can I say?

She's hot.

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Just a friendly warning....

I will be unable (literally unable) to use my phone from June 15th to July 14th, so in that time frame, I will be (technically) inactive. But NOT forever! I am telling you this in advance so no one will freak the frick out and ask if I'm dead.

Just a warning.

Okay, byeeeee!

-ninja.