To say Monday morning was crazy would be a big understatement.
Damon insisted on driving me to school for whatever reason, and wouldn’t take no for an answer, so we arrived at school together.
I know you’re thinking that it’s not a big deal, and its not, but to the whole school it was.
To them Damon and I were still enemies, just two people who loathed each other and cursed the ground the other one walked on.
So just imagine the student body’s reaction when I showed up at school with Damon.
Chaos, total chaos.
People were saying stuff like ‘They’re playing a prank on us’ and ‘he’s paying her to be nice to him’ and my personal favourite ‘He got her knocked up’.
Where do people come up with this stuff? Why don’t they just come up to us and ask us why we’re being civil with each other?
Now it’s lunch and of course Damon has to make everything worse by coming over to my table and sitting right beside me.
Everyone at my table was gawking at us like we were aliens or something, it was really unnerving.
“What the hell are you doing?” I furiously whispered to him so only the two of us could hear.
“Sitting with my girlfriend.” he replied just as quietly, rapping his arm around my shoulder.
“I’m not your girlfriend!” I exclaimed and quickly pushed his arm off.
Too bad I forgot to whisper when I said that.
“But you went on a date with me.” he pointed out, not talking in a whisper anymore.
“So? That doesn’t mean I’m your girlfriend.” I told him, shooting him a glare before looking away from him.
By this point the whole cafeteria was staring wide eyed at us.
Well I guess if we were going to keep our date a secret we definitely couldn’t now.
“Wait, you guys are dating?!” Candy exclaimed, pointing a manicured finger at us.
“No!” I exclaimed at the same time Damon said “Yes.”
I shot him another glared that told him to shut the hell up.
Just because we went on one date doesn’t mean that we’re dating!
Candy gave us a confused look, “So you guys are dating or..?” she said, trailing off at the end.
“We’re not dating.” I clarified loudly so everyone could hear.
“If you guys aren’t dating why are you suddenly so buddy buddy then?” Someone shouted.
“We’re trying to get along so we can get a good mark on our project.” I told whoever asked the question.
After that everyone went back to their lunches and the attention was finally no longer on Damon and I.
I briefly looked over at Damon, who was just sitting there, tense as can be. I wonder what crawled up his butt and died.
Ten minuets later and Damon still looked like he was in a bad mood. He hadn’t said a word to anyone even when they tried to talk to him, and it was pissing me off.
“What the hell is up with you?” I whispered harshly to him when I couldn’t take it any longer.
He looked over at me and glared. I didn’t think he was going to answer but eventually he did.
“Like you don’t know.” he growled and stood up, grabbing the attention of those around the table.
Without another word he stomped away, but not before shooting me one last cold glare.
What is he talking about? And why is he suddenly acting like he did before we became friends?
“What was that about?” Garrett asked.
“You know, we haven’t hung out it forever.” Garrett randomly said.
He was right, I totally forgot about him because of everything that’s been going on. In a way I kinda replaced him with Damon. Gosh I’m the worst best friend ever.
“You’re right. And it’s my fault, wanna hang out this weekend?” I asked, shooting him an apologetic smile.
His eyes brightened and he enthusiastically nodded, “Hell ya. I’ve missed my best friend.”
I smiled at him and mumbled my agreement.
Then the bell rang and everyone was off to their next classes. But I never got to mine.
As soon as I walked out of the cafeteria someone grabbed my arm and dragged me to the nearest janitor’s closet.
Once we were inside, my kidnapper turned on the light and spun me around to face them.
Damon freaking Blake.
“What the hell?! I though that he fina-” I started to say but cut myself off when I realized who I was talking to.
Damon couldn’t know that I was worrying about him finding me.
He gave me a suspicious look before turning it into a glare.
“Why did you tell everyone that we weren’t dating or even really friends?” he asked coldly and accusingly.
I rolled my eyes and answered “Do you really think everyone would be happy to find out that we went on a date and that we’re friends?”
He shook his head, “Why do you care about what they think?”
“Why shouldn’t I? People can be cruel and I already have enough to worry about without having to add everyone in high school hating me to that list.” I told him.
Now it was his turn to roll his eyes, “They won’t hate you. Why would they?”
“Don’t you get it? Half the school’s population only comes to school to see us get into our fights. They love seeing our rivalry and our hate toward each other. They find it entertaining and amusing so if we become friends or a couple they will hate is.” I explained.
He laughed humourlessly, “That doesn’t matter. I thought you were better than that. I though you were different than all those other girls, but I guess you’re just like them, or maybe even worse.”
“Don’t be like that, you know I’m not like them.” I whispered, shaking my head, what he said hurt more than it should have.
“Really? Because you’re doing a great job of acting like a stuck up, selfish bitch that cares more about popularity than friends.” He growled and before I could say anything else he stormed out of the close and slammed the door behind him.
I stood there and stared at the door for a while.
I can’t believe Damon said all that stuff. It sounded like he was the old him again, the one that hated me.
And the worst part is that everything he said was true, completely true. I’m acting like a selfish bitch, and all for some popularity?
I’m a horrible person and I feel bad for what I did to Damon, if only I figured that out before our fight.
And I can’t help but think that I might have hurt Damon’s feeling.
He got pretty angry over me telling the school that we’re not really friends and we’re only getting along for a project, that must have hurt him in some way or else he wouldn’t have reacted like he did.
Why do I have to be such a screw up? Everything I do hurts either myself or the people I care about.
And now I’m faced with a problem, I have to get Damon to forgive me, because I don’t think I could really handle everything’s that’s going on without him.
Now how am I suppose to get him to forgive me?
My head was hurting just thinking about all this so with a quiet groan I shooed away all thoughts of Damon and my messed up life, and exited the closet.
Thankfully class was going on so no one saw me walk out of a janitors closet by myself, imaging what rumours would start to fly around.
Oh god, I can’t believe I just thought that. I really am turning into a stuck up bitch that only cares about popularity.
I have to change that, and I knew that to do that, I would have to make up with Damon and let the school know what’s really going on between us.
“C’mon Damon, don’t be like that. I said I was sorry.” I wined as I struggled to keep up with him as he stormed through the parking lot.
It was the end of the way and I decided to apologize to Damon, it was the least I could do before I started to make up for my bitchiness with him today.
And he was my ride here so I didn’t have a ride home.
“You just don’t get it do you? Just because you say you’re sorry doesn’t mean you are. Show me you are and I’ll forgive you.” He hissed, throwing open his car door and getting in.
I got in the passengers side, “Well I can’t do that if you don’t give me the chance to.”
He rolled his eyes in annoyance but didn’t say anything, just started the car and pulled out of the parking lot.
“Damon I really am sorry, but I can’t tell the school what we are if I don’t even know myself.” I told him, realizing that what I said was very true, but it didn’t make what I did, right.
He sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair, “You’re right.”
“I’m just saying that- Wait what?” I stared at him in shock, did he really just say what I think he did?
“You’re right. We’re not friends and were not in a relationship, so what were you suppose to tell everyone.” he said, sighing again.
I shrugged and asked the question that would make things awkward, but it needed be asked. “So what are we?”
He looked over at me with intense blue eyes before looking back at the road.
“Well we could be dating and eventually in a relationship if you go out with me again.” he eventually said.
“Is that your way of asking me out?” I asked, my eyebrows raised in disapproval.
He shrugged nonchalantly, “Maybe.”
Who would’ve thought after the day we’ve had, that Damon would be asking me out again instead of stabbing me or something?
Life sure was strange.
“Well then I guess I could go on another date with you.” I said, matching his nonchalant tone.
“Good.” he said with yet another shrug but I could see him fighting back a smile.
I rolled my eyes, this conversations was too weird. How did I get here, agreeing to go on another date with my enemy, or ex-enemy now?
“Do you want to come see Tori with me tomorrow?” I asked changing the subject.
He nodded eagerly, “I was hoping you’d ask me to go again.”
“You really like her don’t you?” I asked, smiling so wide I thought my face would rip in two.
“It’s hard not to, she’s just so special.” he said, smiling.
I nodded in agreement even though he didn’t see since he was looking at the road.
“She seems to really like you too, for some reason.” I told him after a moment.
He scoffed, “What do you mean ‘for some reason’?” He said in a fake offended tone.
I giggled at his dramatics. “Well I just can’t figure out why she’d like you. I mean, you’re you.” I teased.
He playfully glared at me for a moment and replied “What’s wrong with me?”
“What isn’t wrong with you?” I answered.
“Not much if you’re going on another date with me.” he teased.
I sighed, he got me there.
“Ok you win this time.” I said, shaking my head in defeat.
“Good because we’re home.” he said, cutting the engine and getting out at the same time as me.
“Well I’ll see you tomorrow I guess.” I called as I made my way to my front door.
“Bright and early.” he agreed.
I nodded without thinking but then what he said really sunk in. What did he mean bright and early?
I turned around to ask him but he was already inside his house.
I rolled my eyes and entered mine.
“I’m home!” I called out to no one in particular.
When I got no response I sighed sadly and plopped myself onto the couch.
For about an hour I flicked through the channels on tv but when I found nothing interesting I gave up and went to my room.
I’m so bored! I have nothing to do, absolutely nothing.
So of course Facebook was the answer to that problem.
I logged in and saw that I had a bunch of stupid freaking game requests, like, stop people! And a message.
I opened the message and guess who it was? Dylan.
Fia I know what I did was wrong and I’m really sorry. Just please give me another chance.
C’mon Fia answer me, don’t be like this.
Okay I know I deserve this but please talk to me!
I really want my best friend back
Four messages. He sent me four different messages on four different days, desperate much?
I bet he’s gotten with tons of girls since I broke up with him.
I knew he would do something like this but I didn’t expect him to do it over Facebook. Coward much?
I thought about replying something rude to him that would make him understand that I want nothing to do with him, but thought better of it and instead closed my Facebook tab.
I was still pretty bored and it was way too early to go to bed, so I got off my computer and went to my music room.
I practiced some piano and guitar, then I started singing some new popular songs.
At one point I was playing hallelujah on the piano and singing along to it, which made me think of when Damon and I were in here singing that song.
This is where we almost kissed for the first time, this is where we had our first real connection.
My heart started to flutter and I got a warm in my stomach feeling just thinking about it.
Then I was aching to see him again.
I just saw him a few hours ago and somehow I kinda missed the guy already.
Maybe it’s because he made me feel safe and happy, or maybe it was just those beautiful blue eyes of his. But whatever it was, I wanted to see him right now.
And that’s when I realized it, the worst thing that could possibly happen, has happened.
I have a crush on Damon Blake.