The Coffee Spill |Demi Lovato|

Chapter 44

"No you're not, you're going to take a break from decorating and help me with our arts and crafts event tomorrow." She says with confidence.

I shake my head no. "I don't think so." I say, fumbling with the zipper on my bag.

"Oh please." She says, walking towards me so she's now in front of me. She puts her hands on my shoulders. "You are talented, and we need someone for face painting tomorrow." She says with a pleading look in her eyes. It would be nice to not be stuck in the classroom for hours after dismissal.

"Okay, but one condition." I say. She raises her eyebrow. "Get janitor Mike to put the rest of the posters up." I say laughing.

She holds her hand out for me to shake it. "Deal."

***

To my surprise, when I return to school the next morning, the posters are in fact hung up on the walls. I was half joking when I asked for the janitor to put them up, but now that they are up, I'm relieved. I smile and make a mental note to thank Andrea when I see her.

"Ellie, so glad you could help out today." She says, embracing me in her usual greeting hug.

"Of course. And thanks for getting those posters hung up." I say, smiling.

"Take that cart and follow me to the supply closet." She says, grabbing a set of keys off of her desk. I put my bag on the cart and follow her down the hallway. She opens the supply closest door and flicks the light switch a few times, realizing the lightbulb is dead. We prop the door open with the cart to provide us some light.

We fill the cart with any and all art supplies we can find. Crayons, colored paper, worksheets, coloring pages, scissors, stickers, glue, the list goes on. Andrea looks at the sheet of paper that she brought with her.

"Okay, the only thing were missing is plain white paper." She says, bitting the tip of her pen cap, twisting it between her teeth. She removes the pen from her lips, using it to point to a box on the top shelf. "Can you reach it? I already took my heels off." She asks. I look down and she in fact was wearing flats. The shelf was too tall, even if she was wearing heels. I find a study box on the floor and push it to where I need it. I stand on it, and grab a ream of white paper. I stumble down and Andrea catches me, her face dangerously close to mine.

"Thanks." She says, taking the paper from my hands and placing it on the cart.

When everything on the checklist is accounted for, we make our way to the gymnasium. There are tables lined up against each other, making two long tables. There is two other teachers here already, helping set up. I let out a sigh of relief. I really did not want to be the only one here, alone with Andrea. We make our way to the other teachers, only one of which I recognize. Ms. Kelley. She's another kindergarten teacher. The other, I've never seen before. However, I know she's a teacher from the key card she has attached to her lanyard in her front pocket.

"Here, Ellie. This will be your station." She says, pointing out the abundance of face paint, brushes and stencils. Stencils? I was secretly hoping I could be away with drawing hearts, butterflies and the occasional emoji.

The room suddenly gets louder, as a rush of children and their parents file in through the double doors. I guess this is show time. I take a seat at the designated face paint station, placing my bag between my legs. A few kids and their parents walk by, but none of them approach me. I shrug it off, watching them form a line at the caricature station.

Andrea's voice knocks me out of my daze. "Ellie, this young boy wants to know if you can draw the Superman logo on his cheek." She says with her hand on his shoulder.

I nod my head up and down. "Absolutely, take a seat." I say, grabbing the blue and red paint.

***

"Thanks again for coming." Andrea says before closing the gymnasium doors. She rests her back on it, letting out a big sigh. She looks around the room, overwhelmed by the mess that was left behind. Ms. Kelley left a few minutes ago to pick her son up from her babysitters house. The other teacher left when she was done drawing her last caricature. It was just Andrea and I.

I feel my phone vibrate against my leg. I take it out of my front pocket, smiling when I see Demi's name across the screen.

Hi pretty girl. Would you care to meet me for dinner at the Antique Table tonight? Don't worry about changing out of your work clothes, I'm just going to tear them off you when we get home xx

My heart begins to flutter at Demi's nonchalant dirty talk. One sex filled night with Demi before she leaves for tour? Yes, please.

You sure you don't want to skip right to desert? ;) I text back, biting my lip.

Demi's response is quick, as if she's anxiously waiting by the phone. Easy there, tiger. Dinner first. I'll meet you there in 20 xx

"I know I've already asked so much of you, but would you mind helping me clean up? I'd hate to leave it for the janitor." She says, picking up a few scraps of paper, bunching them into a ball. I set my bag down on the ground, nodding my head in agreement. A few minutes can't hurt. I recollect all the supplies and put them on the cart before walking over to a nearby recycling bin. I walk it over towards Andrea, settling it down in front of her with a sigh. It was heavier than I anticipated, but I couldn't bring it back once I had already picked it up. I throw my head back, letting my hair cascade down my back and out of my face. My breath becomes uneven as I recover from carrying the barrel.

Andrea's eyes meet mine before lingering onto my lips. I watch her lick her lips before leaning in. Everything happens all too quickly. My feet are glued to the floor, my body unable to move. Before I can process what is going on, I feel Andrea's warm lips connect with mine. It only takes me a second to push her off of me. Andrea stands there confused.

"Fuck." I say, taking a step away from Andrea.

"I'm sorry, I must have misread the signals. I thought you liked me." She said, clearly hurt by the rejection.

"You're beautiful, but I'm in a relationship. I thought Demi told you." I say, increasing the distance between us even more. She just stands there, trying to find the right words to say. I don't wait for her to respond. I grab my bag and shakily put it over my shoulder.

"I got to go. Bye Ms. Sanchez." I say, reverting back to a more professional name.

I walk as fast as I can to the parking lot, trying my best to gather my thoughts and remember where I parked. Lucky for me, there weren't many cars in the parking lot. I spot mine and hurry towards it. I struggle to unlock the driver side door, letting the keys slip out of my hands and onto the concrete. I turn around, letting my back slide down the car until I'm siting on the concrete in fetal position. My bag slides off my shoulder and onto the ground next to me. I wrap my arms around my legs and scream into my shirt. I let tears cascade down my cheeks, struggling to catch my breathe. The thought of Demi leaving me repeats over and over again in my head. I can't loose her. I can't.

After a few minutes, I manage to stand up and open my car door. I drive home, forgetting that I was supposed to meet up with Demi at the Antique Table.

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A/N I'm sorry! I needed some type of drama! Lol.

I hope it wasn't too much and I hope I didn't rush into it with Andrea. I tried to make it seem believable and real.