Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

7.⚓️

I never thought in a million years that someone I loathe and someone who is famous, would have me in their arms, holding me like a baby. Why did I let her continue to hold me? I'm not gonna lie, she did smell nice like Rihanna, although, I've never smelt Rihanna before but celebrities like Jennifer Lawerence and Jim Parsons have and they said that Rihanna smells nice.

I quickly got up off of Demi and stood up, brushing the dirt off of me. She stood up slowly, regaining her strength.

"Are you crazy? You could've killed yourself." No, shit. She took out her phone from the pocket of her pants and started dialing. What the hell is she doing? Is she calling 911? "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm trying to call for some help." She said but I quickly knocked her phone out of her hand. "What's the matter with you?" She said, getting angry and crawling to the last stall to get her phone. She grabbed it and wiped off the dust with her expensive Gucci shirt.

"What's the matter with me? What's the matter with you? Why did you save me? Why didn't you just let me die?!" I scolded her.

"Because you were going to hurt yourself." She said. "Well, duh, that was kind of the point. I could've ended it all but no, you wanted to be the stupid hero and save the freaking day." I said with tears coming down my eyes as I was looking outside the window. "Don't you have a presentation to go to?" I said, looking back at her.

"Being here with you is more important than doing some dumb speech. I mean, Jesus, I heard someone in here crying and I just witnessed a student trying to commit suicide, and you want me to let that go?"

"I don't want you to do anything. What I want you to do is to leave me the hell alone." I angrily said. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She nodded, walking away but before she could touch the door handle, I stopped her. "Can you...just please not tell anyone about this? I could get into some serious trouble if the school called my aunt." She opened her mouth and said, "None of this happened. We don't know each other." She nodded again, walking towards me, reaching into her pocket to get something. I furrowed my eyebrows at what she was searching for and she took out a little card. It must've been her business card that had her emergency contact on it. Ah, yes, it was indeed.

"What's this?" I asked, holding the card. "If you ever need someone to talk to, you know who to call." She said, giving me a reassuring smile and I did the most bitchiest thing ever. I took the card, ripped it up in her face, and threw it out the window. "I said, I don't need your help." I walked out of the bathroom and into the hallway to find my homeroom. I guess they already went inside. Man, there was no way, I was going to go in there and make a fool of myself. Fuck this and fuck that.

I went back to the classroom to get my bag. Thank God, the door doesn't automatically lock, otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to get it. Once I got my backpack, I ran out the back door of the school.  While I'm halfway down the block from the school building, I heard a car honk at me and I jumped high like a cat. I was so scared that my hair was rising from my arms to my spine. Who the hell is honking at me like some maniac?

I turned around to see a black Benz-Mercedes SUV and the windows were tinted, so I couldn't see shit. I walked up to the car and cursed the driver out. When the driver rolled down the window, I noticed it was Demi again. Oh, God what the hell does she want now? "Jesus. Are you following me? Why can't you just leave me alone and what are you even doing? Aren't you supposed to be inside, you know, since you're like, actually the star of the fucking show." I said, crossing my arms.

"I told Principal Raymond that I had a family emergency. Now, get in the car." She said. "How do I know you're not going to kill me?" I asked.

"Oh, please. I'm a good person, do you really think this smile could kill someone?" I nodded, "Yes, a smile like that can kill anyone just like it killed those girls who went out on a date with Ted Bundy." Demi shook her head. "I swear to you, Jade, I am not a serial killer. I just want to talk."