Rooming with the Mayor's Son

Six.

Someone asked me to make an example of Raven's new tattoo so her it is. I drew it with sharpie. So classy.

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The girls approve of my tattoo, especially Allison. She called it-and I quote- 'Totes cray' like from Not Cool (A/N if you haven't seen it, it's hilarious. Has some innapropro stuff but it's super funny). The others agreed.

We're at the dorms now and going our separate ways. I reached the dorm and finally decided to look at my phone. 27 messages and 15 missed calls from 'Dickwad'.

Super.

Note the sarcasm. I groaned as my phone started to vibrate in my hands. I sigh. "Wha-"

"Where are you, Raven! Please tell me you're okay."

"Um...I'm fine. Why?"

I heard deep breaths on the other line before he replied. "Are you at the dorms?"

"Yeah," why is he so protective?

"I'll be there in a few...seconds." He hung up.

What does he mean by 'a few seconds'? As if on queue, Damen is storming into the room. He's breathing heavily- like he just ran a marathon.

I stare at him and he stares back for a few seconds before speed-walking up to me and...hugging me? I stood there while in shock before he pulled away and looked at me like he hasn't seen me in years. I raise and eyebrow and he nods his head before walking to the bathroom.

'Oh hey, Raven, so I'm overprotective so I'm just going to hug you and stuff. Yes, I know I act like I hate you and I seriously do, but I'm going to hug you anyway.'

I guess that was too plain for him to say.

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I decided to go through all of the things I bought today so I started to pick out an outfit for the first day of hell- college. Well, same thing, yes? Probably.

I ended up picking out a loose light grey shirt with a black cardigan, ripped dark blue jeans, and my brand new Vans that are covered with flowers. I was planning on going all black, but Ali insisted I put some color in my outfit. I couldn't argue because she brought out her biggest weapon- puppy dog eyes.

I made sure to pick out something to cover my tattoo just in case it was a "dress code violation" because they have those everywhere. Thank god I don't have to go to school today since my wrist is still a little red. I don't think Damon noticed my tattoo.

If he did, he didn't say anything. Maybe he appro-

"What's that?" I turn in sudden shock as the deep voice got closer. He pointed to my wrist and I took a deep breath.

"A tattoo," I looked down at it and ran my thumb over the bandage. "For my parents." His obvious tenseness released and he smiled slightly.

He walked to me and UN-wrapped the cloth. "I like it." I wanted to laugh at his compliment but instead I barely mumbled a 'really.' He nodded, "It has meaning."

"What...what about yours?" His face turned cold and he shook his head.

"Not now. I can't tell you now. Trust me on this," this time I did laugh.

"Are you a zombie slayer or something? You know, like Cole Holland. Do you have 'Ducky' tattooed on your collarbone?" He huffed at me before throwing my wrist to my side and stomping out the door.

I sigh. Why can't I just keep my mouth shut? I opened my laptop and started watching fun DIYs on YouTube since I'm a DIYS-aholic. I rarely do them, I just watch them.

I'm starting to lose hope in being close with Damon because...he's Damon. There's no way I'm going to get past the barrier surrounding him. I feel like it's feet thick and I'm trying to dig a hole with a plastic spoon.

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Hey kimosabes! Sorry for the short chapter, but hey it's a chapter, right? Okay, I'm gonna go now. Bye!