Chapter 8: Babysitter for a Fan
Breathe, Penny. Breathe!
I had read somewhere that in order to make sure that no one finds out what you did wrong, one needs to act normal and just pretend like they don’t know anything about what has happened.
Well, that was common sense but it is a fact that common sense isn’t actually common…
I took a deep breath before opening my locker. I looked at the books in my locker and just stared blankly at them, not knowing what to do.
I wonder if knocking someone unconscious is legal…
“What have you done?” I heard a deep voice asking from just behind me, making me jump. I turned around with my eyes wide and saw Damien standing behind me with his arms folded. He was looking at me as if he caught me doing something I wasn’t supposed to.
In my defence, I just punched him in the face. Just once! I didn’t know that he was going to faint…
“Hey! Damien, what are you doing here?” I asked with a nervous chuckle as I avoided looking at Damien in the eyes.
My sister once told me that when I lie or hide something, there’s something in my eyes that can make anyone find out what I was hiding or lying about it. She has always caught me whenever I tried to hide something from her or whenever I tried to lie to her about something.
“Why are you so nervous and panicky?” Damien asked me with a raised eyebrow.
“I’m not!” I shot back and looked directly in his eyes. He stared at me for a while as if he was analysing me. I could almost see it in his eyes as to how much he wanted to question me about it all.
He sighed a minute later and closed his eyes for a few seconds before looking back at me.
“I don’t care about what you might have done with anyone else but what have you done to my sister, Aria?” Damien asked. I frowned at him in question.
“What do you mean by that? I didn’t do anything!” I replied. Damien narrowed his eyes at me.
“Then why is she after me, asking me to invite you over today too? Why has she been talking about you non-stop when you’ve just met her once?” Damien asked me.
I opened my mouth and closed it when no words came out. It felt good to know that the sweet little girl was talking about me.
“That’s what has been troubling you?” I asked him with a small smirk. Damien sighed.
“She’s been eating my ear off! All she talks about is how nice you are. It’s like she’s under a spell!” He told me. “What have you done to her?” He asked me. I giggled at the tired and irritated look on Damien’s face.
“I think she’s just a good judge of character. She realised what an angel I really am.” I shrugged with a smirk. A small smile came up on Damien’s face but he tried to hide it as he looked away.
“Yeah! As if!” He said. I chuckled at that. “Can you please come over today? I don’t want to hear her go on about you again!” He requested. I smirked at him.
“Why? Do I bore you?” I asked him in mock-hurt.
“I just want to figure you out for myself. I don’t want others’ opinions. I can judge for myself if you are trustworthy or not.” Damien told me.
“I already told you, you aren’t supposed to invite people over to your house when you don’t trust them.” I shrugged.
“I didn’t invite you last time. My friends did.” Damien argued.
“But you are inviting me over now.” I pointed out. Damien pursed his lips as he tried to come up with something to say. I could see the wheels turning in his head as he looked at me.
“Look, I need to go for my boxing practice today and my mother will be at home but since she is a doctor, she might get called up anytime. Besides, she hasn’t really had any rest. You’ve seen how my sister is. If you can come over, I would be grateful!” Damien told me.
His words brought back a few unwanted memories of how I was left alone at home when I was little and my sister had to go for her classes or to her friends’ house while mom and dad were not home. I remembered how lonely I felt. I didn’t want that little girl to feel the same way.
I smiled at Damien, a sad smile that probably showed how his words had hit home.
“I’m free today. I wouldn’t mind taking care of your sister.” I told him. Damien was about to ask something but I cut him off. “Besides, she’s a fan of mine. I would love to spend some time with my angelic fan!” I told him with a smirk as I started to walk towards my next class.
Damien walked next to me. He smiled at me.
“Thanks!” He said. I just flipped my hair at that, making him chuckle. I stood at the door of my class and turned to Damien.
“I’ll need a ride though.” I told him.
“Why? How do you usually come to school?” He asked me. I took a deep breath.
Now, what do I say to that?
“My uncle usually drops me.” I told him. It wasn’t really a lie. “But he won’t be able to drop me to your house. I don’t really know the way and I don’t think that my uncle knows where you live either.” I said.
Now that was a lie. My uncle knew almost everyone’s address from the school…
“I don’t think you would want to come with me. I’ll ask Ellie and Xander to drop you.” Damien shrugged. I frowned at that.
“Why can’t you just take me with you? Aren’t you heading home after school?” I asked him.
“I am. I need to get changed and get my bag for practice.” He said. “But I didn’t bring my car today. And I don’t think that you would be comfortable on my motorcycle.” Damien added. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“And why wouldn’t I be comfortable?” I asked him, feeling offended by the thought that he thought that I’ll be scared.
“Because I don’t ride my bike at snail’s speed.” He shrugged as if that was normal. I rolled my eyes at him.
“Are you some kind of racer or something?” I asked him.
“Not really but I do like speeding.” He answered with a small smirk. I pursed my lips at his reply.
He’s so clique!
“Have you ever heard about how some rich spoilt people race at nights for prizes like the losers cars or cash or things like that? The underground racing? The illegal kind?” I asked him.
“Our town doesn’t have all that but I’ve heard about it.” He replied with confusion on his face.
“You might think that I am joking but when my parents were out, me and my sister used to go to those races. We even raced from time to time.” I told him, remembering those rebellious days I had with my sister.
“I don’t believe you.” Damien told me with a bored look on his face. I smiled at him and stepped closer to him. I could see how his whole attention was on my face as he tried to predict my next move.
I could see the keys in his pocket. I slowly reached for the keys as I maintained an eye-contact with him.
“Then I guess, I’ll have to prove it to you today.” I said as I took his keys and stepped back before waving the keys in his face. As he reached for the keys, I pulled them away. “I’m a lot of things but I am not a liar.” I told him before entering the class.
Damien was about to come behind me but just then, the bell rang and the teacher stood up from her chair as she looked at the class. Damien looked at me for a second before leaving for his class.
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