'DAMIEN'S POV'
I took her out of the party. She walked for some time before turning towards me in a questioning way,
"What are you doing? Why are we out here?"
I sighed, "I'm taking you back home."
She widened her eyes, "I don't wanna go hoooome! I'm going back insiiiide." And started swaying back towards the party.
I took hold of her hands and pulled her towards me, "No, you are not. And even if you are gonna go back inside I should leave you in safe hands. Where is Joey?"
She looked at me with her forest-green eyes. Pulling me into the depths of them. I almost forgot the effect of her eyes on me. It's been too long now. I suck in a deep breath, "He's home. He didn't come to the party. He had some work. Marcus will take care of me."
That one name. That one name was enough to make
‘Amelia's pov’ I groaned as the sunlight shamelessly shunned upon me. I swear people these days can't have their privacy. Although my head was having a full-on blast of headache, I was feeling light. Good kind of light. Opening my eyes I stare at the ceiling smiling. Why am I smiling? Especially when I have a headache. What happened yesterday? I check my phone. There was a missed call from that same unknown number. I wasn't able to pick it up. I lay back down now trying to remember yesterday. Damien. Damien and then more Damien and then drinking and then, blank. I don't remember anything. How the hell do I not remember anything? The door to my room opened followed by a loud voice, "Look, what I brought you. Wanna kill this headache? Here."&
I was sitting in Mr Watts class trying to pay attention every now and then. I had already done what he was explaining in the class. So I leaned back in the chair closing my eyes. I thought of the way Joey reacted when I told him about Damien. It was nothing of what I expected. I thought he'll be out on some killing mission but instead he was unnervingly calm. Telling Joey everything about that day just made me open the same wounds again. Just made me realize how much I wanted the answers. If only he would have told me the truth. Maybe just maybe I would have forgiven him. I sighed. I feel pathetic. I am so in love with Damien, that I am ready to forgive him for everything he did. I thought I have detached myself enough to stay away from him. Enough that I could lead a normal life. That I'll fall in love with a guy who loves me. But I was wrong. Wrong in so
Damien clenched his jaw tight. "What was that sound?" I turned towards the teacher who was now sitting wide awake. He looked at both of us expecting us to answer him. When he didn't reply he shook his head in disappointment. "I'll be back in a minute. I trust you both enough to not go before the given time." He said rising up from his seat. He stretched his hands a little before opening the door and then closing it slowly. I sat there still unable to speak. It can't be Marcus. It isn't Marcus. He is so sweet, caring and kind. He loves me. He won't do such a thing to me. Slowly turning my head to Damien I notice his head bent down as he took shallow breath. "You don't believe me." He whispered. I stared at him as he raised his head and looked at me with his eyes darker than ever before. "You said you loved me." I started. "I do." "Then why didn't you call off the bet Damien?" If he really loved me
I glanced at my watch. Four o'clock it showed. I sighed as I looked in front of me. This was a massive house to live in. With French windows covered with big black curtains, one would always wish to live in such a place.I took a few steps and stood in front of the door steps. I was at Marcus's house.I know I should be running to stop Damien from leaving. But I wanted to get a closure from Marcusbefore I did anything else.I was about to reach for the doorbell when I heard his voice cut from somewhere outside. Soft, kind voice. So much sweetness in the voice that it told you there was nothing but sincerity in it.Stepping away from the door I followed his voice to the back of the house.The green grass was cut as short and neatly as a professional as I walked on them. I stood just at the entrance where the whole area spread into its green colour.Marcus was standing in the middle--his back turned to me. With one hand on his phone and
It has been three days since I have locked myself up in my room. Pulling the curtains on the windows and keeping the lights off, one would never know if it was day or night. I didn't care. Not anymore. I felt like a dead person who didn't even want to get up to clean herself. With messy hair in a bun, and me under my covers for most of the day, it was all because of me. It was my fault. I was the villain of my own love story. If only I would have trusted him he could have been with me today. He could have been sitting here with me, laughing together. I sighed frustrated. And cried for the umpteenth time. What am I supposed to do? Joey said he'll make things alright...but how? For all I know Damien is in some another country where he has a different number.
I was laying there on my bed when the alarm rang. I groaned loudly before covering my ears with the pillow and rolled onto the other side. Like an annoying person the alarm won't stop and kept going.Stop it. Stop it! STOP THIS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT CALLED THE ALARM CLOCK! It's annoying the hell out of me.I wanted to cry. I almost did because of frustration. Can't a person get some sleep? I legit slept at three in the morning for god's sake!But being an 'alarm clock' it continued ringing until I was not taking it anymore.Frustratedly, I kicked my legs making the covers fall off of me and turning to the side I got up....Imagining I was strangling the alarm I slapped it to quiet down.Damn you! I grumbled at the alarm clock.
"You are such a nerd." Anna and stace complaint to me. It was lunch time and we were sitting in our usual seats. The whole cafeteria was full of people and I could hear the chitter chatter of everyone as I put the notebook aside."No I'm not!" I protested."Yeah? I don't recall anyone being stupid enough to study during lunch." Stace rolled her eyes at me."Hey! Don't say that. I'm not stupid! And what is it with you and the others calling me nerd? Let me make it clear, I AM NOT A NERD. God! Can this day get any worse?"I swear I could see Anna and Stace watching me a little scared at my sudden burst of emotions. But you can't blame me! I don't like when people assume I am a nerd, just because I was reading something or the fact that I like maths."Relax girl, we were just kidding...Not really," I glared at her at this, "but yeah, as long as you say you are not a nerd. You aren't, okay?" She paused to look at me approving her, "But who is this 'oth
I was laying down on my bed, checking my phone when I heard my mom call me from downstairs."Yeah mom?" I asked not moving from the bed."There are new neighbours in our neighbourhood. Come on down, I want you to meet this guy. He says, he goes to the same school as you. He is is your age too. Just come down, I think you'll love to meet him."I rolled my eyes. New neighbor? Same school? Who else could it be? Damien puts a check to both of them.I guess, moving in so close wasn't enough that he decided to come home and greet my mom too. We just waved our goodbyes a while ago for god's sake! And here he was already in my house.I got up from my bed throwing my legs around and descended the stairs. I was almost down when I saw my mom talking to someone."Mom?" I called her.She turned around upon hearing my voice and beamed the second she saw me, "Oh honey, you came," she moved aside as I walked down the last few steps. As soon as