12. Quit With The Pretense

Serena's POV

I jerk up on the bed, sharply to the loud sound of the most annoying object I detest with every fabric of my being and the moment I look to my left to see the screaming, bedside alarm beside me, I heave a sigh of relief and shake my head, slumping back against the bed.

I close my eyes and rake my fingers through my hair, rubbing my palm against my forehead as I try to ease this light headache I am feeling due to the extent at which I was taken by surprise.

Jeez. For the goddess sake, my heart is thumping so fucking fast!! I was startled.

I shake my head and slowly open my eyes to look at the ceiling, reminiscing about what I had just experienced.

I just had the most frightening dream I can ever imagine in my life. I am praying to the good goddess that it is not true.

I'm going to ensure that this stupid dream never comes to reality never even in million years.

I had the most terrifying dream that I got married to Damon, my fucking nemesis!!!

I slap my palm against my face and shake my head.

Good goddess. The thought about that is driving me insane right now.

I shake my head and rub my eyes slowly thinking about the circumstances before shaking my head vigorously once again.

Then I get off the bed and lean against it, placing my palms together as if silently trying to say a prayer.

"Dear moon goddess, I really want to say this honest prayer of gratitude for keeping me up to this moment. But I pray to you that this fucking weird dream I just had, should not be the truth. I reject it and I pray that never in my entire lifetime will it ever come to pass that I married that egoistic, narcissistic, bastard. Thank you, oh moon goddess."

I have barely finished praying, when I open my eyes to realize that the bedroom I am currently staying in is quiet unfamiliar and I raise my eyebrows.

I kind of recognize this room and I realized it is the room I jumped into to sleep in my dream while trying to run away from Damon.

Oh you got to be seriously kidding me!!!

I look around me with trembling lips and wide eyes, shaking my head as if it could take the imagination away. I wrap my arms tightly around myself.

Oh no, please don't tell me this is freaking true.

It is then that i inhale a sweet delicious scent that wafts up through my nose and it makes me quickly turn around to look at the other side table by the right hand side of the bed.

A tray of toast bread and the most delicious hot chocolate I have ever seen in my life, lays down there looking so inviting and so tempting, it makes my mouth water.

I open my lips slightly and bite against my bottom lip, thinking to myself.

This is definitely his doing. There is no two ways about it and there is no mistake with this.

I quickly look away from the inviting, delicious breakfast on the bedside table and rub my fingers through my hair with frustration.

I really want to lay my hands on that guy and kill him right now.

Why the hell is he doing this anyway and why does he even care? I thought he has never for once seen me as someone acceptable to him.

Why the hell did his attitude suddenly change from nowhere right from the moment we got fake married?

Is it a coping mechanism for him or is it an instruction he is just following from his dad?

I really don't understand.

Nevertheless, I don't even want to think about it and I hate it with every fabric of my being.

I am going to have to give him a good talk about this, this morning.

I never asked him for a freaking breakfast in bed!!!!!

I quickly turn towards the door of the room and step out, slamming the door loudly behind me. Then I make my way quickly down the stairs of the large mansion, before coming to a stop in the large sitting room.

Damon who is about to place a cup of  hot chocolate in his mouth, comes to a stop the moment my presence is made known in the living room and it comes to my realization that he is not alone.

I blink rapidly, trying to contain the anger in my insides when I behold the other fellow, seated opposite him on the other sofa.

The both of them are looking at me with a surprised stare as if no one actually expected that I would just stumble into their presence out of nowhere.

Okay, so I guess maybe now is not the time to burst out at Damon. I guess I will have to calm down for now. Maybe another time, when this annoying, stupid, devious, looking friend of his, has already gone away from the apartment.

"Good morning, beauty." Damon says with a fake, plastic, smile and even though it looks so cute and attractive, It makes me even more angry.

I just roll my eyes and walk past both of them, heading towards the entrance of the large mansion.

"Uhm, aren't you going to greet me back?"

"Man she has a nice ass."

I stop the very moment that sentence reaches my ears and I feel the anger, crawling deep in my chest, making me lose control of my sanity

That was the voice of his friend and that is the very specific reason I have always hated his gang.

"What the hell is your problem man? Why did you have to say that? that is just stupid." Damon says but I'm not allowing myself to delve into the comfort of the fact that he actually tried to fight for me against his friend.

I quickly turned and headed back to the bastardly, annoying fellow.

I come to a stop directly in front of him as he looks from me to Damon and back to me again with confusion as if not knowing where to look at.

"What..."

Before he can complete his sentence, I swing my right hand against his cheek and slap him so hard, he falls down from the sofa onto the bare ground.

Damon looks at me with his eyes wide. He probably wasn't expecting me to react the way I did, but hell yeah, I have every reason to.

What the hell is this guy's problem? Why the hell do they have to just bring it upon themselves to be perverted every single time in their lives?

Brian probably wasn't expecting that I was going to hit him that hard as he relaxes on the ground and places his hand on his cheek, looking at me with shock evidence in his eyes.

"Brian, just calm down okay? We are going to talk about this." Damon says but Brian is not looking at him.

I watch as Brian immediately gets up from the ground and attempts to walk over to me with his tall giant-like height, towering high above me as I step back.

His eyes are already glowing.

Does he get angry that easily?

Damon takes hold of his hand immediately.

"Brian, you need to calm down, right now!!"

Brian is not looking at him and I can see the anger and annoyance, plus the rage, evident in his shimmering eyes.

"The next time you..."

"Oh please, shut it! " I shout back at him, forcing him to look at me completely stunned.

Damon gets up and stands in between the both of us glancing at Brian.

"Can you take it easy for a few minutes, please? "

Brian hesitates... But he then turns around and sits back down on the chair with a huff as I roll my eyes and turn to go but Damon takes hold of my hand.

"Serena..."

" Just fucking leave me alone and try to caution your friends to mind how they talk about me in the public next time."

" Okay I have heard that but can we just...""

"I don't want to talk about any shit with you so please just leave me alone. "

I try to leave but he is stubborn, taking hold of my hand without the zeal to let go any moment and it makes me look at him, confused.

Am I sure this is still the same guy that has always hated me all this while back at school, torturing me relentlessly and making me feel like ending his life?

I quickly turn to him with frustration and pull his hand away from mine before dragging him to a place far away from Brian.

"Okay, so there is something I would love to talk to you about and it is really really important that you adhere to it."

He looks at me for a few minutes and shrugs. " Okay, so what is it?"

"Can you please just quit with the pretense?"

He raises his left eyebrow and scrutinizes me deeply as if not understanding what I just said.

"Uhh... what?"