the rhythm of your heart

four.

(this chapter will be strayed from the original story because it was too fast lol)

anyway.

onto the story.

My uber pulls up to my house and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see that all of the lights are still turned off. I unlock the door, tip my driver, and quickly run up to my front porch. I fumble with my keys and open my front door. Checking to make sure that my mom is still in same position, I go into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. I climb the stairs carefully and go into my room. Smiling, I change into my pyjamas and go into my bathroom to brush my teeth and take my makeup off. I hear my phone do the little ping noise, indicating I got a text and I rush back into my room to check it.

From: (213)-629-3047
Hey Hannah, it's Demi. Just making sure you got home okay? (2:14 am)

To: Demi
yeah i got home okay, thanks :) (2:15 am)

From: Demi
No problem! Text me in the morning? ;) (2:18 am)

I laugh and mentally remind myself to text the older girl when I wake up. I get under my covers and open up Spotify on my phone. It doesn't take me that long to fall asleep.

I wake up to my phone notifying me about a text.

From: Demi
Hi lol! I couldn't wait for you to text me. (7:47 am)

To: Demi
please i am trying to sleep :( (7:50 am)

From: Demi
Oops, sorry baby. Get some sleep. (7:56 am)

I smile at her message and shove my phone under my pillow and fall asleep again.

"HANNAH! GET THE FUCK UP!"

I groan and open my eyes, keeping them squinted because of the bright light my mom was shining in my face.

"What?" I mutter, not wanting to yell back.

"It's 8:45. Do you WANT to miss school?"

"I'll go in late."

"Get your lazy ass up. Now." My mom barks at me, before slamming my door.

I sigh and check my phone. Noticing I have a new follower on Twitter, I open up the app and almost lose my shit over what I see.

@ddlovato has followed you back!

I smile and text Demi back finally.

To: Demi
thanks for the follow back on twitter...how'd you find my account? (8:50 am)

also why'd you call me baby last night 😂 (8:50 am)

From: Demi
1- Your phone number is linked to your twitter account
2- Because you're adorable ;)
but p.s: It wasn't last night. (8:52 am)

My jaw drops. Is she flirting with me?

To: Demi
this is gonna sound so self absorbed and stupid but are you flirting with me omg
and my bad, whatever lol (8:56 am)

From: Demi
Hahaha 😈 (9:00 am)

I blink at my phone in disbelief. Is Demi Lovato really flirting with me?

To: Demi
??? (9:03 am)

From: Demi
Maybe I am...is that okay? (9:08 am)

To: Demi
i mean? yeah?? i just don't know why you're doing it lol???? (9:12 am)

While I wait for Demi to text me back I get dressed and ready for school. I pick up my phone to text Bree to tell her I'm ready before I realize that we broke up, and now I don't have a ride to school. Angrily, I open up Twitter and decide to vent on there.

@loserhannah: ugh why won't my mom let me get my license i'm 17 years old fuckkk
@loserhannah: i don't have a ride to school anymore...so if you go to northwood please let me know

I'm debating on whether or not to walk when I get a text from Demi.

From: Demi
I'm flirting because you're cute and you're only a year younger than me. (9:25 am)
Also, need a ride? I saw your tweets. (9:25 am)

To: Demi
i'm not fuckin cute omfg that's all you. and yes i need a ride but no one i know can drive me because school already started. i just won't go (9:30 am)

From: Demi
You're going to school stupid (9:32 am)
Your uber will be there in 3 mins. Be ready. (9:34 am)

I groan and text back a quick thank you and okay.
I decide to wait out on my front porch and wait for my ride to arrive. True to the apps word, my ride does get to my house in 3 minutes, and in no time I'm at school.

"Hey Hannah. There's a party tonight at Callens house, wanna go? I can drive." A girl from my art class, Michelle, asks me as I sit down.

I smile at her and nod, and she slides me a piece of paper to write my address down on.

I pretty much just go through the day like a zombie, because I'm bored and exhausted. When the dismissal bell rings I run half way home before getting winded, and I walk the rest of the way.

Opening up my front door, I yell in to my mom.

"HEY. CAN I GO TO A PARTY TONIGHT?"

"Sure. I don't give a fuck."

Having a mom that doesn't give a shit about you can be fun sometimes.

Since it took me longer than usual to get home from school, I only have a couple hours to get ready for the party. I hop in the shower, feeling immediately better about myself once I'm clean. I pick out an outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a t shirt, and decide to do my makeup. I decide to do a darker makeup look on my eyes, and do a pinkish color on my lips. I look in the mirror and grimace. I look gross.
Ignoring my mind, I snap a couple of selfies to tweet.

@loserhannah: party ready 🕺🏻 (twitpic71930)

Almost instantly, Demi likes my tweet. And soon after, almost 200 other people do too.

I hear the doorbell ring and I rush downstairs to answer it before my mom can.

"Hi Michelle!" I greet brightly.

"Hey Hannah." Michelle says, smiling at me, "Ready to go?"

I nod and follow behind Michelle as she walks to her car. The ride is short and filled with meaningless conversation about our art teacher, and how much we hate the assignments he gives us.

When we get to Callens house, my nose is almost instantaneously assaulted with the smell of alcohol. I tend to not drink, because of my mom and because Bree didn't like it, but I decide to just do it tonight. I'm single. What's the worst thing that could happen?