I hate feeling like this

Forget pissed, I was mad. Full blown mad.

"Will you stop doing this, Charles?" I asked in disbelief. My blood was boiling.

"Doing what?" He asked as if he did not know what he did. As if he did not just drag me away from my date right now.

Well that wasn't particularly a date. It was just an annoying situation that had occured that I had allowed to happen with my own hands. By myself.

"Meddling into my business?"

"Your business?" He asked with a surprised look on his face. "Did you even know the kind of person that you were talking to? Do you know what he was capable of doing?" He asked me.

The more he said that, the more he made me curious about what kind of person Damon was. He'd obviously been a douche with the was he acted the other time. But I still want to know.

"Even though, you did not have to do anything. You did not have to wave in like some kind of prince charming the come save someone that was desperately in need of help. I am not a fucking princess." I rolled my e