Shattered Promises

twelve.

        Ever since that situation with Jade had happened at her house, I've been avoiding her as best as I could. She's been calling and texting me, apologizing about kissing me and that she shouldn't have done it. I've ran into her a few times during this summer and I just act like she's a complete stranger to me and that I have no clue who she is. I'm not going to risk taking the chance and talk to her and the whole thing happen again. If Connor ever found about that kiss, he'd dump my ass for sure and everything would end in disaster. No, I haven't told Connor about it, and I'm not going to. It's not his business and I'm sure he wouldn't care anyways. 

        I did tell Demi about though, and that was only because she got it out of me. She ended up reading all the text messages Jade was sending me over the passed month and Demi had confronted me about it. It was probably the most awkward and longest conversation I have ever had with her. But of course Demi's the type of person that when she wants you to talk, she'll get you to. And she wasn't exactly helping me with the situation, it was more of, "Give Jade a chance. She apologized, stop ignoring her." It was almost as if she was sticking up for her. It's not that I'm mad at Jade or that I hate her, I just love Connor to much to hurt him. Yes, I know that the longer I wait and not tell him about it, he's just going to get hurt more, but how exactly do you tell someone that your best friend kissed you? You can't exactly come up with the words. 

        And Demi and I are back at stage one. The stage where I absolutely hate her and want nothing to do with her. She's been whining about work for the past few weeks. She complained about it so much that I know her schedule off by heart. She wakes up early to go to the studio and work on her new album, and then she goes for interviewers, talks to her manager about her upcoming world tour, and then she might go to some photo shoots. In my opinion, there isn't anything to complain about. If I had a job like hers, I'd never complain about anything. Her job is something I've thought about doing a lot, but realizing that I don't have that type of talent, I kind of gave up with that dream. 

        Just a couple days ago, I was having a really bad day where nothing was going right. Everything that could possibly go wrong was going wrong. Jade wouldn't stop calling, Connor and I got into an argument over something awfully stupid and there was hate all over Twitter. I know I've stated before that hate never bothered me because it was just a person sitting behind a computer screen with nothing better to do in their lives. But, for some reason, that one particular day, I just couldn't handle it. There was hate about me and only about me. I shouldn't have let it bother me, but it did, and it was probably because I was having a bad day. And all I wanted to do was talk to Demi, because she understands it, she goes through it almost everyday. But of course, it was just like before... she was busy. Too busy to even care about how I could be feeling. I knew when I was going to her room that it'd be a waste of time and that I shouldn't even bother, and I was right. I starting to think that Demi changed and that she actually did care about me. But, silly me, why would I ever believe something as stupid as that?

        One month. One more month and Demi will be out of the house for three months. She'll be touring and I won't have to deal with her anymore. Would it be rude to say that I had an actual countdown on my phone that was labelled, "Demi finally leaves". Maybe, maybe not. But, did I care? Of course not.

        "Still ignoring Jade?" Demi asked, sitting down next to me on the couch.

        "And that matters to you because?" I didn't even give her eye contact, instead I continued typing on my phone to keep the conversation going with Connor. 

        "I was just wondering because you shouldn't stay mad at her forever, Dani." Demi said, looking between me and my phone.

        "I'm not mad." I hit the send button and waited for a reply from my boyfriend. 

        "I just think you should stop ignoring her." 

        "I just think you should stay out of my business." I watched as Connor began typing back to me.

        "Who're you talking to?" And before I could reply, my phone was snatched out of my hands and were now in Demi's. Her finger thumb scrolled through our conversation, her eyes scanning over the words that we had said to each other. I reached forward and tried to pull my phone out of her hands, but she moved my phone closer away from me so that I couldn't reach it at all. 

        "Demi!" I scolded, grabbing onto the hand that was free and trying to reach for my phone with the my other hand. "Give it back, right now. Seriously." 

        "You're still dating him?" She simply said, completely ignoring what I had previously said while she continued scrolling through our conversation. If she kept scrolling, she'd end up reading the stuff I don't want her to. It was personal stuff and it had a lot to do with her as well. 

        "Again with minding your own business." She continued scrolling through and silently reading our text messages to each other. She was holding me back with her opposite hand while I struggled to get my phone back.

        My heart rate began picking up and my hands were slowly beginning to shake because I knew she was extremely close to reading the part that I never ever want her to find out. I was talking to Connor about my feelings toward Demi, but I could care less if she read that. But, there were other things. Very personal. I only told Connor because I trusted him. By now, I was so determined to get my phone back that I had ended up crawling onto her lap, and all she did was move the phone further away from my reach. Her other arm wrapped around my waist to pull me back from my phone as I was sat in her lap. Why did she care so much about what we were talking about? It's none of her goddamn business.         

        "Demi, s-stop." My voice was no longer filled with anger, and instead it was filled with worry. Tears were beginning to fill up in my eyes just by the thought of Demi actually reading them. She'd tell mom, and mom would over react. I'm so scared. 

        Without another choice, I dug my finger nails deep into Demi's skin on the arm that was wrapped around my waist that was holding me back. I haven't cut my nails in at least a week and they were pretty sharp and that's probably why her grip around me loosened and I quickly leaped forward and grabbed my phone out of her hand. 

        "I wasn't done." Demi said, grabbing onto my phone and my grip tightened around it as I pulled it roughly out of her hand. 

        "You are now." I simply said, standing up off of Demi's body and fixing my clothes. 

        "He hasn't told you yet has he?" I looked back down at Demi, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

        "What do you mean? Told me what?" 

        "Connor. He hasn't told you?" Even though I was confused, I shook my head slowly.

        "Hmm, kay." She shrugged her shoulders, a slight smirk making it's way on her face. "I warned him." And with that, she walked around the corner into another room.

        What did Demi know that I didn't? And what did she warn him about?

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A/N: i know this was super late and really short but i'll make it up to you somehow

okok what do you think dani's hiding from everybody and what she didn't want demi to read? 

try and guess!

i'll dedicate the chapter to the person whoever gets it right

next update: next saturday

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