The Silent Fighter

Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two

Sara's POV

Damon walked me out of the school once we had settled the fact that I was going out with him tomorrow night.

"I guess I'll see you later?" I ask awkwardly. It was just odd to me, being in this situation, even if I had been asked on a date before.

"Don't you need a ride home?" Damon asks, raising his eyebrow as he notices my attempts to get away.

"Uh, yeah I guess I do," I mutter. He nods knowingly and walks over to his car with me following closely behind him. Once we got in the car and started driving, Damon flicked on the switch to the radio.

Seven Nation Army by the White Stripes was playing and I couldn't help but tap my foot to the beat. I was surprised to find Damon muttering along with the lyrics and tapping his finger in the wheel.

"No way," I say incredulously. Damon stopped, looking at me in confusion.

"What?"

"You like alternative music?" I couldn't believe for a second that Damon was into that kind of music.

"Yeah," he chuckles. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"I don't know, it's just weird to me," I shrug.

"What did you expect? Rap music?" He scoffs. I couldn't help but nod. If anything, that was what I expected. Damon's jaw dropped once he saw my affirmative response. "Well I don't do rap music. Just so that you know."

I laugh lightly, shaking my head. "I'm pretty much into anything," I say. "Alternative is probably the one I like more though."

"Cool," Damon nods. "So we have something in common, huh?"

"I guess so," I reply just as he pulls up to my house. "Thank you for the ride."

"No problemó, señorita," Damon fakes an accent as I step out of the car. "Tomorrow, I'll pick you up for the date around five. Sound good?"

"Yeah. What are we doing?"

"It's a surprise," he says, wiggling his eyebrows. "Just be prepared to bring a fresh set of clothes."

I furrow my eyebrows and he just waves me off. I close the door and walk to the Willis' house to pick up my sister.

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Damon's POV
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"She said yes?" Tucker asks in disbelief. "Well that was much easier than I thought it would be."

"I'm with you there," I mutter.

"What are you guys talking about?" Keith asks as he walks into the kitchen and straight to the refrigerator.

"Damon's going on a date," Tucker says with a sing-song tone. I roll my eyes at him, kicking him in the shin which makes him wince.

"Psh," Keith scoffs. "Yeah right. Who's the unlucky girl?"

"Sara," I cough, rubbing the back of my head.

Keith closed the refrigerator, leftovers in hand. "What'd you say?"

"Sara," I say clearly.

"Sara, as in Sara Lloyd," he says more as a statement than a question. He gave me a look before brushing it off and playing it off cool. "Cool."

"Cool? Really?" I ask incredulously.

"Yeah. Why wouldn't it be?" He says aggressively, showing he really wasn't okay with it.