Why Me? (A Demi Lovato Fanfiction)

Chapter 3: I knew something was wrong

The next morning I'm standing outside the gym waiting for Demi to get to school. I see her walk through the door. She has her head down again.

"Demi!" I call as she gets closer. She quickly looks up and we smile at each other.

"Hey. Were you waiting for me?" She asks shyly.

"Um, yeah. I was... I've seen you sitting alone in the gym, so I thought that maybe I would sit with you?" I ask scratching the back of my head. She smiles and nods, heading towards the door. I grab the handle and open it for her. She blushes as she makes her way across the gym, with me following not far behind her.

When we sit down she doesn't say anything so I decide to speak up. "So... What grade are you in?"

"I'm a senior."

"Oh, cool. Me too. Who do you have for homeroom?"

She opens her book bag and pulls out her schedule, handing it to me.

"Case. You have the same homeroom I do."

"When do we go to homeroom?"

"When we get our report cards we will go there. When we go to the college fair in a few weeks we'll be assigned a bus based on our homeroom."

"Oh, okay. Do we have any classes together next semester?"

I pull my schedule out and compare them. "We... Have sociology and... Pre Cal together." I say smiling handing her schedule back. As she puts it back in her bag, the bell rings and we stand up heading to first block.

I'm holding the door open for Demi when someone comes behind me poking my sides making me jump.

"Holy shit! What the fuck!" I say turning around to see my friend, Zana, laughing. I look at Demi and she's laughing too.

"Zana! I swear you better stop doing that! You almost gave me a Heart Attack!"

"But you still love meee!" She sings.

"True... True... Hey, this is my friend, Demi. She's new here. Demi, this is Zana. One of the many crazy theatre kids." I say, adding,"I can't really say much though. I'm one too."

Demi laughs, replying,"I can tell. It's nice to meet you, Zana."

"You too, sweetheart!" Zana says, hugging us both and waking in the opposite direction.

"She's crazy but she's so sweet." I say laughing. We walk down the hall and I see Demi heading towards the north hall as I head to the south hall.

"Well, I will see you at lunch. Have a good day." I say.

"Okay, you too. See ya!" She says smiling as she walks to her first block class.

At lunch I sit with Demi again. Today savanah joins us and I introduce them. We just make small talk, getting to know her better and making sure she's settling in okay here.

Everyday we sit together in the gym and the cafeteria. Eventually I convince her to join the table I was sitting at before. I am so happy, all my friends welcome her with open arms.

I still haven't told her I live a few houses down from her. I'm not sure why. I guess I just don't want her to think I'm weird for knowing where she lives. Normally I don't give a fuck about what other people think of me, but I've caught myself caring A LOT about what she thinks. I think I might be falling for her... That honestly scares me to death.

It's been about six weeks since I started sitting with Demi. We've gotten really close in that time. We talk every day. If its not face-to-face we text. Sometime we even text each other when we're in the same room.

I've noticed some things that make me worry a little bit, though. She hardly eats at lunch, she always wears thick bracelets, and sometimes she completely shuts off. It's not for a long time, but it's long enough for me to notice. I can still see the sadness in her eyes. I wish she would just talk to me about what's bothering her.

So, today is Wednesday and I haven't seen Demi since Friday. I've been trying to text her to see if she's okay but she won't answer. The day goes on and still no Demi. Not even a text. When I get home I almost walk to her house to see what's going on, but there are no cars in the driveway. Feeling defeated and helpless I walk in my room and fall asleep on the bed.

The next day I wait for Demi before first block. She didn't show up... Again. Later that day, I'm walking to lunch with my head down. I'm so worried about Demi that I don't notice someone walking beside me. When I look up to make sure I don't run into anything, I see something blue out of the corner of my eye. Demi. With a big smile on her face. Something is off about it though. I just can't put my finger on what it is.

"Oh my god! Where have you been? I've been worried about you!" I say wrapping her in a hug. She smells so good. Like vanilla. She tenses up for a moment but slowly relaxes, hugging me back. She's only about an inch shorter that me, so she comfortably rests her head on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry... I've been sick." She mumbles. When I pull away I notice she's wearing a big hoodie, which is strange because its about 90 degrees outside.

We walk into the cafeteria and sit down. We talk about small things, but I'm not really engaged in the conversation. I glance over at Demi every few minuets and it seems like every laugh and every smile is forced.

As I'm looking at her she props her chin on her left hand. Her sleeve falls just enough to expose her wrist.

I freeze instantly.

I knew something was wrong, I should've said something a long time ago.

There, on her wrist, is something I'm very familiar with myself. Four or five red lines. Perfectly straight. They looked so new that they weren't even raised yet.

I have to do something. Make her realize that whatever is going on in her head are complete lies. She is worth so much more than that. I just need to figure out how to get Demi to believe it.