CHAPTER 68 DAMON. Seeing her in so much pain and distress stressed the hell out of me. I had panicked when she told me she twisted her ankle but she had only been panicking. I laughed and crouched to her feet and caught her feet in my hand. "You didn't twist your ankle, Lena. Your heel broke." She looked down to see that was it and I heard her sigh in relief. "I thought I twisted my ankle. Gods, I am really stupid sometimes." "You aren't," I muttered as I studied her feet. They weren't too large. Just the right size of her body and her nails were painted in the color of lavender, one that looked like a beautiful balance against her creamy skin. Her skin was soft, just like I had imagined. "Can I take these off for you?" "Uhm, yes. I can't bend to take them off anyway. There's no chair close by for me to sit..." She must have realized that she was talking too much. I laughed. She was really cute. I gently undid the straps of her heels and took off the first heel be
CHAPTER 69 LENA. I successfully climbed up my window without making a noise or getting bruised. Closing my window quietly as I was sure my Dad, Aunt Raya and Jason were back, I slipped my dress off, remembering how I had taken them off and worn Damon's large t-shirt. For the little moment that I had been cocooned in his warmth and sweet scent, I had loved it. I had loved being only in panties and my lacy bra only before him. I had felt naked but there was this spark his hand on my bare skin ignited. And when he squeezed my hip? I fell back into the wall and slid to the floor, pushing my fist into my mouth as I bit back a squeal. I was going crazy. Jesus Christ. It wasn't a crush. It was just a crazy attraction and maybe I was infected by it like every girl in Willow High was. Pushing to my feet, I went to stand in front of my floor to ceiling mirror, checking my body out as I saw myself through his eyes. What did he see? My belly? My skinny arms? My breasts? Shit! My
CHAPTER 70 LENA. My Dad pulled Jason off the table before he got burnt and Aunt Raya screamed like she had just seen a ghost. The jug of milk in her hand fell to the ground and crashed as shards and spills filled the whole room. I stared down at the mess I had made, shocked that this had come from me. I looked up to see my father staring at me with shock in his eyes. Jason had his arms wrapped around my Dad's neck and Aunt Raya took him from my father's hand. Part of the table was burnt. My pancake was burnt beyond recognition and the plate had a chip and it fell apart when I tried to move my feet. My cup of milk was broken even and the burnt liquid dripped to my feet. "To your room, Lena!" My father commanded and began to walk towards the steps. I pushed my seat and stood to my feet. The only stain I had was on my shirt. I was going to have to change that. Standing to my feet, I smiled politely at Aunt Raya who was still staring at me in shock. "I'm sorry." "I
CHAPTER 71 LENA. I watched as Dylan left with Melinda. She slipped her arn into the crook of his arm and they both walked towards his car. I had known she had always liked Dylan. She was just unlucky when it came to him being attracted to her. He never really noticed her and it was surprising to see him all over. I was happy for her anyway. A throat cleared behind me and I turned to see Leah standing beside Luke who had his arm around her waist. "Hi," I greeted and pulled my purse into my shoulder. "What's up? You both going home?" "Yeah," Luke nodded and gave Leah a look like he was waiting for her response. She raised her brows in askance and he laughed before turning to look at me. "We are." "Mind telling me what happened at the town hall yesterday? Dylan said shit went off the roof." Luke shrugged. "Yes, it did. My Dad came home fuming and he kept talking about Yuri and how shitty he was to want the school to remain open with the way things are going." Y
CHAPTER 72 LENA. I watched as Dylan zoomed out of the parking lot. Leah was the next and Luke was seated on the other side of her and he waved at me as she drove out too. She did not even spare me a glance. "You sure she's your best friend?" Dylan asked as he extracted his helmet from his motorcycle. "Or did you force yourself on her?" "We've been friends since kindergarten, Damon. Stop asking me these questions. It's already getting me upset." He leaned on his motorcycle with one part of his body and stared at me. "I'm not saying this to get you upset or make up feel embarrassed. She's being shitty to you and that's not right. Why don't she come clean? Tell you why she's mad instead of acting all childish?" "We both know why she's been acting that way towards me. She's interested in you and she thinks—" I stopped myself before I could speak further. "I think I should go home." "You should have a tangible explanation for that too, Lena," He said with a frown. "And
CHAPTER 73 LENA. "Do I have to answer that question, Lena?" He asked as he stopped in front of the large mahogany doors. I shrugged and stood behind him. "You don't have to. But I don't think you should have a problem with that. No one has issues with telling others their age except they're way older and do not belong in the same age group." "How old are you?" He asked and slipped a card out of his pocket. That was when I noticed that the door was operated using a machine. "Eighteen. See? There. It wasn't so hard." He laughed and swiped his keycard over the device. It beeped for a few seconds before the door unlocked. "Twenty." On a normal day, I'd have expressed my surprise but I was silent, taking it in slowly. "That's..." "Unexpected?" He asked as he pushed the door open and gestured for me to go in. I hesitated for a while and he tilted his head to the side. "Scared if being killed by a twenty year old highschool student?" "I am not afraid of you, Damon.
CHAPTER 74 LENA. I followed Damon back downstairs. I had been too preoccupied with going through his room to actually catch the whiff of baked foods coming from the kitchen.. I didn't know if I liked or hated that I felt comfortable here. But it was a nice feeling here. "So what did you whip up in a space of twenty minutes?" I asked as I stopped to look up at him. "I made pastries," He said with a shrug. "I already got everything ready before heading to school." I cocked my head to the side. "How's that possible?" He chuckled and stopped beside me. His hand reached out to me and just when I thought he was going to touch my face, he flicked something off my hair. "I wake up as early as four or five on some mornings to make food for the day. That way, I have the time to myself when I am back home. I don't have a housekeeper and you see." "Wait, you want to tell me that you clean this place up yourself?" He nodded. "Yes, I do. So you see? When I am back from sc
CHAPTER 75 LENA. Once we were done eating, Damon cleaned everything up. I watched as he carried the plates back to the sink and washed them. Coming here changed my perspective of him. He was actually a nice guy. I used to think he was a narcissistic asshole. Narcissist? Yes. Asshole? Maybe not. I had seen his books, I had seen the guitar and I had seen his gaming devices. It was enough to let me know that he was a recluse. "So, tell me, do you really love indoors as you said?" I asked as I leaned on one elbow. He was wiping the counter and the sink. He stopped for a brief moment and stared at her. "What do you think I love doing? Fucking girls and taking them to dates and pretending I have interest in them?" "Language, Damon." He left the rag on the counter and walked back to me. "Language?" I looked up at him and nodded. "Yes, language." "You're not fifteen, Lena. I'm sure you've imagined us fucking. Haven't you?" Okay, he was right. I had. Several ti