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Note: This is a story I've been meaning to get down but haven't until now. It is Ezria (Ezra and Aria) inspired, from Pretty little liars, and the names have been altered so it's legal (: I hope you enjoy. This is only a preview chapter, I'll update more in the event that you find it good. Please read and review, let me know if I should continue or not. Fair warning, I will not be able to update this story until I finish one of my others but I just want you guys to tell me if this is worth continuing in the future.

Demi Torres - Seventeen. Senior. Sexuality unknown. Troubled.

Selena Russo - Twenty-one. First year french teacher. Divorced. Bi-sexual.

Demi POV

Gulp. Gulp. I down the last of my whiskey as I motion for the bartender to serve me again. This has been my routine for the past month. Every day at exactly five o'clock I arrive at the nearby bar, Tyler's Pub to be exact, I sit in my usual place and order my usual round of whiskey. I'm far from the age of legally drinking, but no one here knows that.

Physically I look like I'm twenty-one, sometimes I can look older if I wear the right outfit, but no one's ever gotten the impression that I'm younger than I pretend to be. Brian, the bartender, serves me my second round, eying me in the process.

"You know you can't live like this forever." Brian says.

"Today's my last day." I promise him. I'm not lying, although I wish I was. Today is my last day of summer vacation, the last day before I have to go back to school for my senior year. I always dread going back to that place, I'm an outcast; talking to me is considered social suicide. No one ever stops to say hello, or even cares to know what's wrong. I'm a troubled, lonely girl.

You see, ever since I was little my life has been a whirlwind. My father used to beat me and my mom; he was a drunk. My mom finally got the nerve to stand up to him and we moved out when I was just six years old. We lived alone for a while, her struggling to make ends meet while I struggled to fit in at my new school. Even as a child no one seemed to care for me, I never even had many friends. To everyone I was some sort of weird girl, I was damaged goods. When I turned nine, my mom met a nice guy, Eddie, and two years late they got married. Their marriage meant moving again and I was forced to enroll in yet another new school. Again I was avoided, disliked and ignored. Over the years that followed I was bullied and eventually my personal demons became my only friends.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I hear an angelic voice speak and I turn to look at the source. A raven-haired girl seated next to me looks right into my eyes and I can swear in that second I felt shivers run down my spine. She's beautiful.

"Y-You asked something?" I stutter out. I'm not usually one to get nervous, specially not around another woman, but she was something else.

"You seem to be very deep in thought." She says. She motions for Brian and he holds up a finger indicating he'll be a moment.

"Oh, I was." I twirl the ice in my drink before taking another sip. "I'm Demi." I hold out my hand.

"Selena." She responds as she shakes my hand. Her hand is soft and I could feel a shock when i touched it.

"Beautiful name, fitting for such a beautiful owner." I smile at her. I felt a sudden boost of confidence around this girl, she was beautiful but clearly a lot older than me.

Selena blushes a little and breaks the eye contact, looking down at the ground. "That was sweet." She mumbles.

"You're beautiful, what can I say? Your boyfriend must be one lucky guy." I flirt.

I see a expression change in Selena's face as her smile fades and she looks up at me again. "I'm not in a relationship." She shakes her head. Something tells me I shouldn't have said what I just said.

"Bad break up?" I ask. Why an I so interested in knowing about this girl?

"Divorce." She sighs. She begins to mess with a hole in her ripped jeans and I can't help but feel guilty.

"Oh, you were married." I try to keep my voice even, avoiding the fact that I'm completely intrigued.

"It was a rushed marriage, we were young and very much naive." She shakes her head. "We lasted no more than a year but that's all in the past now."

"Sounds like a celebrity wedding to me, you sure you're not famous?" I joke and she smiles. I could stare at that smile all day. This isn't like me, I've never felt so attracted to a woman before.

"I'm just very unlucky." She nods. "How old are you?"

I take a sip of my whiskey again. "Twenty-one." I answer as straight out as possible. I don't want her assuming I'm lying, even though I am.

"Me too. Are you still in school?" She asks and I quickly assume she means college.

"Uh, yeah, last year." I admit, at least I wasn't lying there.

"I just graduated this past year, a year early." She says proudly. "Got a major in french."

"Tres magnifique." I joke. I take french in school, maybe this will turn her on. Brian finally takes her order and brings her a water. "You don't drink?" I ask as she drinks her water. Who comes to a bar and orders water?

"I can't, I start a new job tomorrow." She looks panicked.

"And yet, you're here.. at a bar.. drinking water." I shake my head trying to process her actions.

"I like the aura and sometimes the people here are nice." She smiles at me.

"I respect that." I push my glass aside and look her in the eyes. "I, uh, have to go to the bathroom." I whisper out.

"Oh." She looks behind her then back at me. "Can I join you?" She asks. Wow, she's bold.

"I don't know," I start to walk away and turn back to look at her. "Can you?" I wink and continue walking.

I didn't know she would actually follow me but she did. The second the door closed behind us I felt her grab my waist and push me into the wall. She crashed her lips against mine while my hands tangled into her wavy hair. We walked sideways until I felt the sink counter hitting my sides.

I felt her tongue outline my bottom lip, begging for entrance which i quickly let her have. Our tongues began a battle for dominance, a battle that I quickly lost when I felt her hands go further south. She smirked into our kiss and pulled me up, sitting me on the counter.

"You know I don't usually do this." I moan out as she kisses my neck. I wrap my legs around her waist, holding on for dear life. "The whole hooking up with girls in a bathroom."

"Me neither." She replies before beginning to suck on my pulse point. "But I'm always looking for new adventures."

"We should take this somewhere else.." I plead as I grow hot. I've only known this girl for ten minutes and she's already got a power over me that no one have ever held before.

"My house?" She asks and I instantly nod. We finish our kiss but she pulls away much too soon. "Shit!"

"What? What's wrong?" I ask.

"I feel like a dick saying this but I have to go." She begins to back out.

"What? Why?"

"I forgot I have to get some paperwork done for my job tomorrow." She steps back over to me and looks into my eyes. "Rain check?"

"Can I have your number?" I ask as I hand her my phone. She takes it and punches in a few numbers. We share a quick kiss before she disappears.. What the hell just happened?

Sel. That's what she saved her number as on my phone. I should delete it, maybe she realized I was younger than I really am and got nervous. Maybe she never wanted me to come over so she made up a lie. Maybe I'm just being paranoid. I stare down at her number before deciding to keep it, maybe this will come in handy one day.

Next Day

"Rise and shine, Demi!" My mom cheers as she pulls openly curtains. I feel myself being attacked by the light as she steps out of the windows's way.

"Five more minutes, mom." I plead. My hangover is currently killing me. After my weird encounter last night, I finished the drinks and came home drunk. Thankfully my parents were fast asleep and didn't notice a thing.

"It's your first day of your last year, get up!" My mom pats my back before exiting the room. I dread today, I dread everything about today.

I quickly get dressed, not bothering with choosing a cute outfit, instead I go with skinny jeans and a band tee. When I'm done, I make my way downstairs only to find my mom cooking breakfast.

"I'm already late." I say as I wave to her. I'm not in the mood to eat, I never am.

"But honey, you have to eat!" My mo yells over at me as I leave.

"I'll grab something on the way." I lie. "Bye mom."

"Bye Demi, have-" I slam the front door behind me before I could even hear her finish. I throw my backpack into the back seat of my car and begin the short drive to school.

I close my eyes and count to ten as I make my way into the school building. I hear whispers, probably about me. Probably about the things people saw me do at parties this past summer. I was never invited to nay of them, I just always showed up out of the blue. I'd drink along with everyone and wake up in the arms of some random stranger. I never really knew how I got there or what even happened, and I never really cared either.

Ding. The bell goes off and I have five minutes to get to my first period. A letter had been mailed to us prior to the start of school with a schedule to go along with it. There was no need for homeroom here. I stare down at my paper and read.

"French four with S. Russo." I read. Oh great, another American teacher who's accent is probably far worse than mine. This should be a blow off class.

I enter the class room and take a seat in the back. I look around for the teacher but all I see is students. After a few minutes I place myself in my usual position, I put some earphones on, fold my arms on top of the desk and bury my head within it.

I completely drown out the world as I listen to my favorite song. Mean by Taylor Swift. It's the song that describes everyone here. I'm so into what I'm doing that I don't hear my teacher call my name.

"Demetria Torres?" I finally hear over the earphones. I pull one out and look up.

"It's Demi." I correct the teacher but completely become frozen when I realize who I was speaking to. She stares back at me, mirroring my expression.

"Demi?" She asks. Deep inside her eyes I see excitement, but on the outside I see her completely freaked out.

All eyes turn between us. They look at me, they look at her. I can't speak and neither can she. All I can think is, oh crap.. I hooked up with my teacher.

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