Demi Imagines 3.0

I Hate You

Yo I've tried but a part two of the previous one is not happening because I didn't write it like a Hollywood movie set up for a sequel
Sorryyyy

So here's the other request by PotatoHeadMM xx

I changed it up a little because it wasn't listening to me

You've been friends forever...

"My boyfriend is hotter," she says, and you roll your eyes. "Oh wait. You don't even have a boyfriend. Sorry."

"He doesn't even like you," you respond.

"He does. We wouldn't be dating if he didn't," she replies.

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes. You and Demi have always had a strange (usually friendly) rivalry. You're not really sure why. You don't really hate each other, but you sure as hell act like it.

You look to her. "I got a better grade than you," you say, and now it's her turn to roll her eyes.

"You should; you're the one trying to become a writer," she replies, and you shake your head.

"You're just making excuses."

"Excuses? Me?" She pretends to be shocked.

You stifle a laugh. "Yeah, you. You're always making excuses."

"Like what?"

"When you failed that test, you blamed it on not having slept the night before."

"That's a valid excuse."

"Not when the reason you hadn't slept was literally you having been out partying like a responsible bitch."

"I am such a responsible bitch," she assures you.

"Oh please."

"Please give you some of my responsibleness? Alright sis. I have enough to spare."

"I seriously doubt that," you tell her, and she just shrugs.

"Have it your way." She proceeds to try to walk past you. She tries. But she fails. She trips over her own feet and nearly crashes to the ground.

You catch her instinctively, and you pull her to her feet. You didn't even know you could move that fast.

You're both in shock, but nothing could have prepared you for what happened next.

Her lips crash onto yours, and you instinctively start kissing her back. You don't know what the fuck you're doing, but you just know it feels right.

"I fucking hate you," she says as she kisses you harder.

"The feeling is mutual," you breathe against her lips. You're gripping her forearms so tightly that you feel like you might be cutting off her circulation. But her nails are digging into your skin, and you don't even care at this point.

You lean into her further; you're about to topple over. But this feels so right. Her lips are soft, and she tastes of chocolate. You would capture this feeling in a bottle and treasure it forever if you could.

But then something occurs to you. "Your boyfriend?" you murmur.

"I lied," she responds, smiling slightly against your lips.

"Oh fuck you," you mutter, but you're ecstatic.

"Maybe later," she responds, making you smirk against her. She stifles a smirk herself and says, "I hate you." But it's barely coherent.

"Then act like it," you respond, releasing her forearms and instead wrapping your arms around her. She digs her nails into your back, making you moan into her mouth.

You're glad there's nobody around to witness this. It would be a bit too much.

"I hate you," she repeats, but her body says otherwise. She's pressing into you; you can feel the heat radiating off her skin through her clothes.

"I don't believe you," you respond, biting her bottom lip lightly. She moans softly, making your stomach flip. This feels so right. You've never experienced anything quite like it.

She finally pulls away and looks into your eyes. Her pupils are dilated, making her brown eyes look almost black. She bites her lip, making your eyes flicker down to her mouth.

"I hate you a lot," she says, and you roll your eyes.

"Didn't seem like it."

"You're insufferable," she responds, pulling away from you and crossing her arms over her chest.

"Am I now?" you question. You're tempted to ask her what the fuck just happened, but at the same time, it feels like something you can't talk about. As if voicing it will make it disappear.

"You are," she says, but there's a smile playing on her lips. Her lipstick is slightly smudged, making you smirk a little. "Shut up," she tells you, but you shake your head.

"I didn't say anything."

"Your eyes are laughing at me."

"Well your body was telling me you like me," you counter, and she gasps dramatically.

"Preposterous!"

You snort. "Mhmm. Very."

"Shut up," she says again, but this time she starts laughing. You laugh, too, and it feels nice. You'd always been competing with each other—but maybe that was to impress each other? You don't know for sure, but you sure as hell know this feels good. It feels right.

And what more could you ask for?

A/N

Sorry this took forever

I've been busy and then I was feeling shitty and just ya know

Yeah also I can't do anything with the other one sorryyy