Once Upon a Time In Year 2006

18| Boyfriend

Previously On That's So Raven—

I gasped out loud. You fucking bitch—

My cursing stops as soon as I felt myself flying backwards and out of Stuart's tight hold. My back hits a hard wall. Knocking the breath out of me.

What the fuck?

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Two strong tattooed covered arms wraps themselves around my— I-wish-I-could-say-tiny waist. The familiar unique sexy scent filled in my hairy nostrils.

Subconscious: "Eww!"

Then trim those for me, bitch!

I tilted my head up a little to see Damien. I smiled but it soon got replaced by a frown, as I watched him glare straight at poor Stuart little.

His jaw clenched so tight that I was afraid, he'll break his beautiful too-white-to-be-real-damn-straight teeth. It's like he doesn't even care about them.

It's true, people who are blessed with perfect things never really values them. Like we, unfortunates will do.

"What the fuck!" Stuart's surprised voice startles me, forcing me to come back from staring shamelessly up at Damien's perfection—I mean face.

But, before I could do or say anything Stuart snatched me out of Damien grip. Making Damien literally growl out.

Even I shuddered after hearing that.

What is it today? Use me as a 'tug of war' rope?

Subconscious: *Snorts but stops just to say* "That can be true since you're flat from both boobs and the ass area, so they must've confused you for a rope—straight with no bumps in the way like normally girls would have—"

Ohmygod, just shut up!

Stuart pushed me behind him protectively. Making it hard for me to see Damien. I pout.

Now, I understand why he's doing this. Afterall, he has no idea that I know Damien, that I've kissed Damien—

Subconscious: "That you've sucked Damien's thumb, that you've dry hump—" *tries to help me*

Shut the fuck up. I blushed.

I need to tell Stuart everything.

Subconscious: "Everything seriously?"  *raised an eyebrow at me*

Okay, so not exactly everything. But enough to make him understand that Damien is no stranger to me.

"Stuar—" I started, just to get cut off.

"How dare you touch her. Who the fuck are you?" Stuart shouts, as he took a step towards Damien.

I moved a little to the side as I was behind Stuart-not-so-little apparently, and he was blocking my fucking view.

Subconscious: "He is blocking a perfect view to make us see what? His lean good-for-nothing back? Ew, no thanks! Move aside, bitch."  *glares*

I fucking agree.

I stood on my tippy-toes to see Damien simply looking bored out of his mind, as he stared down at Stuart. Like he means nothing. He stood a good few inches taller than poor Stuart little. His strong muscular body the exact opposite of what my brother has as of right now—