call me demi // miss lovato

eleven;

Olivia's POV

Demi looks at the pizza in my hand and smiles before approaching the kitchen counter. "Did you not pay for it?" She looks back over to me a little concerned.

"No, I opened the door and right when he saw this beautiful face he said 'how could I make such a gorgeous girl pay for her pizza'" I say matter of factly, causing a slight giggle from her.

I make my way over to where she stood, with the pizza in hand.

"Oh right yeah, or he saw the bruise under your eye and decided to do his good deed of the day." Demi purses her lips, trying not to laugh.

I let out a laugh and lean onto the counter top next to her, "You may be right with that one." Our eyes meet and her gaze moves towards the now purple bruise on my face.

She lifts her hand from her side and places it on my cheek, her thumb ever so lightly moving over it.

If we were in a Disney movie this would be the part where my skin sparkles and the purple fades away into nothing from Demi's magical powers. A knight in shining armour. Or, a teacher you're terrified that you've fallen in love with.

Either or, I guess.

This would be the part where we kiss, where everyone in the movie theatre gasps and stands up applauding.

However here we are. Just the two of us. No one watching.

I feel her lock eyes onto mine again and I can't help but replay all those romantic movies I used to watch with friends where we'd all squeal at these moments.

Her head moves closer to mine, my cheek still in her hand.

Holy shit. Oh fuck. Okay so this is actually happening I was totally joking before okay okay.

I can feel her warm breath on my lips and I don't think I've ever wanted something as much as I want this.

Right before our lips connect, the doorbell rings causing Demi and my head to jolt backwards, our hearts beating a million miles an hour.

She looks at me for a few seconds, our eyes still locked onto each other's, in disbelief of what was about to happen.

'Uh, I should- I should get that.' Demi awkwardly points her thumb towards the door, not actually moving towards it.

We stay standing there for a few more seconds, eyes locked into each other's, not knowing in the slightest what to say to break the silence.

We hear another knock on the door breaking us out of our trance again, this time Demi sighs and shuffles shallowly towards it, looking back at me before turning the door knob and opening it.

I feel like I'm floating, like the room has a crazy amount of energy radiating from everywhere. Like there were fireworks without even kissing.

I hear someone I don't recognise start speaking to Demi.

"What are you doing here, May?" Demi's voice is low, I've never heard her sound so aggressive.

I keep my curiosity contained, I want to see what's going on but I'm a guest here, it's none of my business.

"Come on Demi, where was that attitude last week when you were screaming my name upstairs?"

My stomach drops along with my jaw, I don't think I'm supposed to be hearing this conversation.

May makes her way inside, despite Demi's attempt to block her with her body. She stops in her place as soon as she sees me awkwardly standing in the kitchen.

My mind tries to process what's going on in front of me. Are they together? Was I about to kiss a woman in a relationship?

May's eyes are still burning into my body, she looks me up and down and scoffs.

Demi looks at me before approaching May again, "I said leave. I don't know why you think you can just walk in here like you're welcomed."

"Who's this?" May smirks at me, not acknowledging what Demi has just said to her. Why is she smirking? If I were in her position I'd be knocking the shit out of me - especially if it was about Demi.

I try to fumble out words but none seem to come out, I just end look like a fish out of water.

"Does she speak?" May looks at Demi and laughs.

"Oh fuck off May, is it so hard for you not to be a bitch to everyone you come across."

My eyes widen seeing this side of Demi, if I were on the other side of her words I would definitely be on the verge of crying - although that doesn't mean a whole lot, I do cry at almost anything.

I glance back at May who has now moved closer to me, I take a step back and feel my lower back press up against the cold counter top.

"Another one of your students it looks like" She looks me up and down once more before facing Demi again. "How expected."

Another one? What?

Now it's Demi's turn to get up in May's face. She grabs her by the sleeve of her shirt and drags her towards the door. All this while May continues to laugh.

"Don't do it kid, she doesn't actually care about you. Trust me."

With that, Demi shoves May through the already open door and slams it behind her.

I feel my heart squeeze and a wave of heaviness take over my body. The realisation of me just being another one of Demi's students fogs my brain and the urge to be home in my own bed overtakes any judgment I can make.

"Olivia." I look up slowly to see Demi make her way slowly over to me from the door. I break eye contact with her and stare at the floor trying to figure out what to do.

"Was that your girlfriend?" I look at her again waiting for her to respond.

She tries hard to find her words, the same as I did only minutes ago. My stomach drops one more time before I head to the stairs.

"Wait, just wait Olivia let me explain this." She tries to grab my wrist but I force my hand back to in front of me.

After grabbing my bag from upstairs and walking back down, I try my best to avoid any more eye contact, heading straight for the front door.

"Liv, please." She walks in front of me, almost causing me to bump into her. "At lease let me drive you home."

My heart breaks a little at the fact that she's still being extremely sweet to me, even with everything happening.

"I'm fine." I say before heading outside. I have to put all my willpower into not looking back. If I look back I'll get lost in her big brown eyes like I have many times in the past.

Don't look back.

As I turn the corner I relax my shoulders and go over in my head everything that just happened again. Why do I feel so incredibly bad? Like I am the one in the wrong? If Demi wasn't in a relationship with that woman she would have said it when I asked, not stumbled on her words like she was attempting to create some lie or cover the truth.

I stop dead in my steps. We nearly kissed. If there wasn't a knock at the door we would have kissed.

Why do I even care this much?

I continue the short walk to my house and try to understand why I'm so worked up over something that really didn't involve me.

I think I really like her.

No.

I know I really like her.

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gotta love a good global pandemic to get me writing this story again hahaaa. how's everyone going? im stuck in France with my family, luckily our property is pretty spacious - we've been able to wait it out here. stay safe everyone❤️