A little tumble
***POV - Damion
Every time the bell rings, my eyes abstract-mindedly move to the door to see people entering or leaving the diner. But this time, my heart does a double-take triple-somersault with a fucking headstand, leaving me gulping for air.
Melaena walks through the door dressed in a short denim dress that accentuates every curve of that perfect body, showing off her sexy tanned legs and just enough cleavage to make you pay attention. Suddenly, all my control flies out the door, and my pants seem to fit a lot tighter than a minute ago. I shift my position on the chair to hide my uncomfortability.
What the hell was she thinking about wearing that in public? Not that she looks bad, no, on the contrary, she looks super-hot and sexy - and right there lies the problem. I look around and I’m right, every guy in the diner is eye-fucking her with hungry lustful stares. Shit. Why did the universe have to throw me a curveball like this – giving me a girl that every man wants to steal? Well, technically, she’s not officially mine … yet … but nonetheless.
Thalia stops mid-sentence, probably noticing my total lack of focus on her. She turns to look at the door and her face lights up like a freaking Christmas tree.
“Who’s the blond?” Her eyes are teasing me now, but I know she’s not going to stop until she has the whole story laid out in sections before her.
“My best friend’s little sister.” She narrows her eyes and then pulls her do-you-take-me-for-stupid face. I sigh, my nerves already on the edge, and my sanity close to breaking point. Just how much can a dude endure? I’m jaded; my patience is running on fumes ’cause my need for her grows stronger by the day. And then she appears out of the blue - not only wearing a fuck-me-now dress but with that freaking dumb-nut skunk-cocker by her side.
“Her name is Melaena. She’s Enrique’s sister.” Thalia knows Enrique because they’ve done some work together. She now pulls an I-get-it face and traitors my already edgy nerves.
“Oh. The girl from the news your mom was talking about.” My mother met Mel momentarily at my birthday party, and she’s one of the few people that knows my true feelings for that girl.
“What?” I’m not paying any attention to what Thalia is saying. My eyes stay on their table, not missing her taking his hand, the stunned expression on her face when a girl throws herself at him, and also not his anger when soon after that he gets up and walks out, seemingly upset and angry about something. Heaven forbid I hope she dumped his sorry ass.
“Well, she’s very pretty, actually stunningly beautiful, but … eh,” I glare at Thalia, daring her to finish her sentence, “she seems so innocent and you are … well, YOU,” she says and pouts her mouth. I’m not sure if I like that statement or not. Am I that bad?
“And she’s blonde,” my confidante throws out as an afterthought. Yeh, but what nobody knows is that Mel is the reason I only screwed dark-haired girls with brown eyes … never blue.
And I can’t see how Thalia can mistake that fucking dress as innocent. There’s nothing remotely sinless about it … no, it’s shouting out for wicked, unrighteous sensual behavior. And at this moment I’m more than willing to oblige, judging by the hardness of my dick.
A man approaches Mel’s table and plops down on the empty chair. I’ve seen him a few times before … Alejandro or something. At least it’s not some random guy … but still, I don’t like it. What the fuck is wrong with her freaking weak-brained boyfriend abandoning her at the mercy of all the wolves in this place? Now I even despise him more … if we meet again I’ll tell him exactly what I think of him.
I throw some money on the table and hurry over to her, you know, just to hear if she’s okay. I owe it to her brothers to look out for her. I almost choke on my spit! The dude is holding her hand.
“You big loaf, where have you been all my life!” I overhear her saying to him. What the fuck? Suddenly my knees feel weak. Shit, did she fall in love with this dude? Is that why Ren stormed out of here so fast? Shit-shit-shit! I bite my teeth. Keep your cool Grimm …
“Everything alright here?” I put my hand on her shoulder, trying to act unaffected – but I’m affected … majorly affected. My heart is anxiously beating triple time … knowing it won’t survive seeing her really in love with another guy. Ren wasn’t a problem … I could see she didn’t love him … but this Alejandro dude … he could be a problem. And this time around my threats won’t help. I’ve summed up this man already - and he might just kick my butt in a fight, or at least give me a run for my money.
“Yep, everything is fine. We’re just getting something to eat.” She doesn’t turn around, just keeps on looking forward. There’s something in his diamond-blue eyes, something I can’t place, something familiar, something begging for recognition.
“Hi, you must be Mel. I’m Thalia.” Her voice pulls my thoughts back and I know she’s trying to sum up the situation. Mel shakes her hand, but the smile on her lips is as fake as a pram-queen crown and her eyes gleam with what I hope is jealousy. Thalia notices it too and secretively pushes her elbow into my ribs. On the other side of the table, the enjoyment burns in the new dick-head’s eyes … as if he’s challenging me, teasing me, provoking me. What is it about him that makes my skin crawl? Jealousy? Maybe.
I almost forcefully drag Mel from that table. Yes, my manners can be better, but I do add a please to try to soften the situation. Alejandro gets up and my body tenses in preparation for what’s to come … I’m ready to start a fight for her … but Mel deflates the situation and storms outside. I can feel Alejandro’s eyes piercing my back, but my eyes are on the pretty tight ass in front of me.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Mel hollers at me. Thalia, thinking the whole situation is hilarious, gives us some space and goes to lean against my bike, watching amusedly as Mel gets into my aura. I stare at her for a moment, trying to find inner peace and calmness. Or rather some strength not to forcefully grab and kiss her on the spot.
“Me?” I yell back, moving into her personal space. “I’m not the one chatting up all the fucking guys in the diner wearing that dick-teaser dress!” I clench my hands into fists, the urge to hit at least one of the assholes is overwhelming. But not nearly as much as wanting to throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my place - my hands just itching to pull down that zipper. Ug, and here I am maintaining another erection. No matter how much effort I put in to keep my cool, stay in control and not break any rules – I just can’t control my urges around her.
“You’re not my fudging bodyguard nor fashion guru. I had a really crappy day so far, so please just fudge off !” I run my hands through my hair and turn around, trying to hide the fact that I’m turned on. I change my stance and face her again.
“Mel, I’m trying to help. That guy is trouble. He’s a player.” I try to explain, hoping she would believe in my sincerity … but I don’t think she does … a strange glimmer flickers in her eyes.
“Yeh takes one to know one! Please, I don’t have the energy for dealing with you right now. You’re exhausting like always and I’m tired. As I said, I had a bad crappy day. All I want to do now is enjoy my food with my friend.”
Crappy day? Fuck, I’m the one standing here with a suffocating hard-on, being yelled at for trying to help her. I try to explain, but she’s not listening. It’s as if she’s on a mission to drive me sick in the head, like usual. Telling me that I’m exhausting … me … fuck … has she met her? Who’s the one that can’t sleep and whose mind is worn out from thinking about her the whole bloody time? Combine that with the guilt I’m feeling about falling in love with my friend’s sister and I’m more than just sapped, I’m worn-out fatigued.
Her words slam onto my muffled mind and I seriously focus on her face - she’s pale with dark patches under her eyes … her irises bleak and dull. Instinctively, a worried feeling drowns my anger.
“What happened?” I grip the top of her arms to keep myself calm. Touching her always seems to settle my nerves when I’m on edge. But her next statement makes my blood run cold as if ice is injected into my veins. My heart stops.
“He was at your house? Fuck!” I need to figure this out before something bad happens. This D guy is starting to really piss me off now. It’s time we end him, but we still don’t have a clue who he is and why he’s doing this. Who knows how a crazy person’s mind works or when he’ll snap? I can’t let anything happen to her … I need to protect her. I will talk to my parents about this, and maybe Uncle John too. Maybe they’ll know what happened in the past that’s stirring along this revenge act.
And I haven’t missed the part where she dumped her stupid boyfriend. I just hope she’s not falling for this Alejandro guy. Fuck, I need to make a move and quickly. And speaking about the devil … the man dares to touch what doesn’t belong to him …
“What do you want?” I can’t control my rage. At the moment, mixed-up feelings of jealousy, worry, anger, lust, and a few others I can’t name, are clouding my judgment.
“I can ask you the same question,” the man is not backing down one bit. Who is this guy? I take a deep breath and decide it is best to just let it go for now. Fighting him will only cause Mel more worries and she’s already looking like she might faint any moment. So instead, I walk away without another word.
“Well, someone just fell flat on his face,” Thalia teases and I hit the side of my bike, sending her into a rage of laughter. She might be seriously glad she’s not a guy right now. She salutes Mel and I pull away as soon as she’s seated behind me.
My mind wanders thinking about D. I need to find out who he is and fast … this stalker crap is not funny anymore. Nobody messes with my girl. If I find that guy I’m going to …
Thalia jerks me from behind, just in time for me to get out of the way, almost hitting the back of a big-rig whose trailer fishtails into our lane. The bike sways a little but I manage to regain control and the truck succeeds in pulling safely from the road. Fuck, that was close! I’ve been so distracted by my thoughts about what happened at the diner, I wasn’t focused on my driving. I pull the brake to slow down a little, the blood rushing to my jumbled mind and my heart beating overtime from shock. What if something happened to Thalia? I won’t fucking survive another sin … especially not when it’s her. I pull the brakes again … nothing happens. A cold cleat slowly starts to cover my body, starting from the top. I pull all the brakes as far as I can, but they’re not working. Fuck! What now?
I put a hand on Thalia’s arm, shouting at her to hold on tight. I gear down, but now the clutch also doesn’t seem to work. Damn! What the fuck is going on? We are in a bad situation right now … going down a steep hill with no way to slow down. Thalia is clinging to me like a tick and I realize she must be scared, not knowing what’s going on. Me, I’m tense … I know we’re probably going to fall, but I have to figure out a way to make it as soft a landing as possible. I take a deep breath … forcing myself to stay calm, I look around, contemplating my options. I could try keeping us on the road, but we will just end up going faster and faster – and if we hit traffic that will be the end of it. But if we fall down on the road at this speed … that’s also not a good option. Think Damion, think.
At the bottom of the slope, the road makes a slight turn and then runs along a beach, and it gives me an idea. I put my foot against the rear tire, feeling the heat burn through my bootsole, but it slows us down just enough for my plan to work.
The turn gets closer and I aim for an open piece of sand, hoping it will work like a gravel trap. But we can’t go straight up into the sand, as the bike would flip over, throwing us into the air. No, we need to go in sideways. I concentrate, praying for some miracle … timing is everything. Just as we reach the side of the tar road, I lean to the side and let the bike slide into the sand first. The force drags us over the beach a few meters before we come to a stop.
I stay on my back for a few moments, to catch my breath … I’m fucking drained!
“Thalia … “ I shout out, turning my head to look for her. She sits on the sand close by, removing her helmet with shaking hands. I sit up, quickly taking a mental scan of my body as I do after every fall. I seem to be okay … some slight burns and bruises, but nothing serious.
“Are you okay?” I ask while taking off my helmet.
“Yes, I think so. What happened?” Frustrated, I throw my helmet onto the sand, where it hops a few times and then rolls to a halt.
“No brakes.” I pat down my body to look for my phone and notice lots of missed calls from Axel. What does he want so urgently? But I phone my dad first to come and pick us up, sending him our location. Then I dial Axel back.
“Hey dude, we had a little accident. You were looking for me?” I listen as he explains the message from D and it dawns on me that the dude tampered with my bike. Fucking asshole! This could have gone very badly. Thalia could have died or something.
I reassure Axel that we’re both okay and tell him that my father is on his way to pick us up.
“Everybody here is worried about you,” he says and then whispers softly, “especially Mel.”
So at least she worries about me … does that mean she cares?
“Dude, please look after her for me,” I ask. After he hangs up, I stare at the ocean for a while, not really thinking about anything … just a little about Mel … and the duce that’s terrorizing her.
“So, is this true love then?” Thalia breaks the silence, but I don’t answer her, just keep surveying the ocean.
“It might just be the first time I’ve seen you at a loss for words. Precious.” Thalia continues after a slight pause. I blow some wind through my nose and bite my jaw.
“I take it back. Innocent or not, that girl is perfect for you.” I throw some sand at her, but she just ducks and laughs mischievously.
“So you didn’t like the dress?” I look at her as if she’s gone mad.
“I fucking loved the dress.” And I’m still stuck with the hard-on to prove it. “But it’s not the point. All the guys in the diner were screwing her in their minds, seriously thinking dirty thoughts.”
“I see, and that made you jealous? Angry?”
“Right now I have the urge to rip someone’s throat out, so don’t push me.” She chuckles openly in my face, knowing I’ll never hurt her in any way. She must be the most annoying female in my life, right after Mel and maybe my mom, but she’s the only one I can talk to about this. Usually, I’ll talk to Logan or one of the boys, but this time I can’t because of obvious reasons.
“OMG, you are so screwed. Okay, so let’s try it one more time – who is she?” I glare at Thalia because she’s pushing all the wrong buttons, but I also know she won’t let up until she’s satisfied.
“She’s the fucking girl who’s been driving me insane for most of my life!” I hit the sand with my hands and let out a long yell.
“Oh … oh my gosh … she’s the girl from the haunted house!” Thalia squeals when the realization hits her.
“Shit! So what’s the problem? You’ve been pussy-whipped almost your whole life and the sexual tension between you two is so thick you can drive your bike on it.”
“Besides the fact that she’s my best friend’s sister, I also have to break almost all of the rules to be with her.” Thalia knows about my rules … she’s one of the few people who knows almost everything about me … we grew up together … she went through every high and low with me. I look over at her and smile as she drops her head onto my shoulder. I love this girl and she is one of the few people that truly understand me.
“Shit, I see.” She stares at the sand for a long while, as if she’s trying to figure something out.
“You’re scared that if you break the rules, there’s not going to be any control left in your life. But … and I say this with the greatest respect, you are a bit of a control freak, so that might be a good thing.” I was around 10 when I made the first rule, adding more as I got older. And what nobody gets is that controlling everything in my life is the only way I can keep myself sane, to keep the monsters in my head at bay.
“Eh, what if she doesn’t love me back? I’ll not only lose myself but also my best friends, my brothers. There’s no getting back from that, things will never be the same.”
“Damion, dude, you’ll have to do something. Either you go for it and take the chance of getting hurt OR you don’t and be miserable for the rest of your life. And you’ve been trying to stay away from her for years now, without success. That alone should tell you something.” Yeh, it tells me that I’m fucked, either way. But maybe she has a point.
“I guess you’re right - if there’s even a small chance to be happy with Mel, I should at least try.”
“Maybe you should take it one step at a time, or rather break one rule at a time. And I don’t think you’ll ever lose your friends, maybe for a little while, but not forever.” A big smile spreads over my face.
“I knew there was a reason you were in my life!” I bump her with my shoulder.
“And between you and me … that girl likes you too. She might just not know it yet.”