call me demi // miss lovato

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Olivia's POV

Half way up my street, I notice a car pull up on the opposite side of the road. It was only in my peripheral, so it didn't cross my mind that it was anyone I knew.

"Hey bitch!" I hear a manly voice call out from behind me.

I turn around, I didn't think that the person was addressing me but I was curious to see who it was towards and if I needed to intervene.

My heart drops when I see two boys that I regretfully recognise making their way towards me.

Scott and Derek. Two of Blake's closest friends that were there yesterday when everything went down. They're just as bad as Blake. I guess I just don't know one good man in my life.

Quickly assessing how I'm going to get out of whatever this situation is, I look at all the possible options of escape.

I did karate for a few years when I was younger but I'm outnumbered and they're both very much larger than me. Maybe I could run? I was pretty good at track earlier in high school. Yeah that seems the best. Run.

Quickly turning back around I put all my effort into running as hard and fast as I can while not tripping over my own feet, something I've had trouble with for many years.

I can see Demi's house now, it would only be another 20 seconds of running and I'll be at the door.

My foot connects with a wedge in the sidewalk and I go flying into the concrete, grazing my elbows and likely ripping my clothes to shreds.

Any injury is the least of my problems. Blake and his 'boys' never hesitated to bash up anyone who messed with them - I don't think a girl is an exception in this case either.

Quickly trying to get back up onto my feet, I try my best to run but feel a harsh tug on my forearm that causes me to collide back onto the ground.

'Why're you running Olivia? We just wanted to say hi." Scott says sarcastically. Derek only just now catching up to him, trying to catch his breath.

I desperately try to get up again but wince trying to move, I hit the ground pretty hard that second time.

"What the fuck do you want Scott?" I try my best to sound as intimidating as I can, even knowing it definitely won't make a difference. Might as well try.

"Blake thinks you're gonna press charges."

My eyebrows furrow and I puff out a breath of air. Shocked that he went to all that trouble just for that.

"What? I wasn't even planning on pressing charges." I can feel my patience decreasing. "That's the least of my fucking problems."

They both take a second to look at each other before Derek crouches down next to me and grabs my face harshly, angling it so I was looking at him.

"You better keep your word skank." He was fuming, "Or you'll look worse next time, I swear it. You'll be wishing you were fucking dead."

Letting go of my chin just as harshly as he grabbed it, he and Scott made their way back up the street. Leaving me on the sidewalk to go over what had just happened.

In a stake of shock, I managed to stand up while studying my injuries. Ripped jeans, could pass if it weren't for my bloody knee underneath it. Scraped forearm - that definitely wouldn't pass. Demi is definitely gonna know.

Knowing I can't explain what actually happened without them getting in trouble, I decided to come up with an edited version. I'll just take the boys out of the equation and say I'd fallen while on my leisurely run back to her house. Sounds full proof.