Chapter Seven: Dinner preparations.

Rosette POV

Award of the most stupid teenager that ever existed, must go to me! I mean, who else?

Because I mean, how much more stupid can I be?

I groaned for the twentieth time while rolling on the bed.

My stomach was rumbling on and on and I was famished, but I didn't want to go downstairs. I couldn't bear to stand with Damon in the same room anymore.

As if the Lord heard my prayers, I heard the car sound coming from the garage and I shot out of the bed running to the window to see who it was.

A sigh escaped my lips as I watched Damon drive out of the garage and it felt like a part of me had been taken away from me.

It was a crazy feeling that I couldn't explain but one thing was for sure, I was completely relieved.

With Damon gone, I found my way downstairs to the dining table where the box of pizza was waiting patiently for me, my stomach grumbled once again at the sight of it and a small chuckle escaped my lips.

I dashed into the kitchen to get a plate when my phone beeped, and