The Untold Love

Hurt

Tuesday rolled around I skipped school. My mother was okay with it as I did explain to her why. She oddly had this weird creepy smile on her face as if she was proud of what I did. I have not gotten any sleep. I kept dreaming of what happened yesterday. It's like a constant memory that replays in your head when you don't want it to. I keep wanting it to happen again and again. I had texted Alex that I wasn't feeling well, and I wasn't going to school. He's been blowing up my phone with questions about my health and wondering if I took my medicine. I swear he's like a second mom at times, but I can't blame him for it.

Now, I know you might be wondering why the fuck am I taking medicine. Well, you see I was born sick. I was born with asthma and a minor heart disease that still requires me to take medication. Without them, I probably would die. I also suffer from other issues that I rather not talk about. I am glad to be alive. Anyways I lay in bed thinking about what I did yesterday. I couldn't shake the feeling off. I wanted him so bad, but I knew If I continued it would have been porn at school and I wouldn't want that.

I hid my face in the pillow I kept wondering why I did it. Why couldn't I hold back? Maybe it was because it was Damian and I-. His blue eyes drew me in the guilt started to set itself in. The fear of our little friendship ending soon was just too much for my soft heart. I started to get teary-eyed. What if word gets out that I kissed him? Oh god, what the fuck Max! What did you do!? I just lay there and cried I let my emotions get the best of me for the whole day. I stayed in my room only coming out to use the restroom or to eat.

Wednesday came quickly and I knew I had to face him plus school. I dreaded today. I arrived an hour early in hopes to miss the time he usually comes in but that wasn't granted. He was in his car with some dude and two girls they were talking and laughing. It was that same girl that wore the nasty pink crop top. I hated her with a passion that I wish I could rip her apart slowly and painfully.  Anyways I sighed and sat there for a bit before deciding to go to the school. I head to the library and sit down at a table in the far back where the librarian couldn't see me. I did some homework and finishing a few things on my laptop for a class when I smelled that Prada Luna Rossa cologne. I instantly knew who it was, I didn't dare look up.  After an unbearable amount of minutes, I glanced up and our eyes locked. Shit, I thought to myself, I'm fuckin' screwed.  He made a move toward me, and I just froze.

"You didn't come yesterday. Are you okay?" Damian asked as his eyes somehow darken a bit, they were filling with lust and concern.

"Y-yeah...I just didn't feel um...well but I-I'm okay now..." I managed to say while finally breaking the intense stare. 

I looked back at my laptop hoping he would leave me alone. He did not. Instead, he took this opportunity to walk behind my chair and lean his entire body against me. His arms were on either side of me, fingers curled over the edge of the table. His cologne engulfed me sending shivers down my spine. He leaned over a bit more; his lips brushed my ear and he spoke. 

"That's good...glad you're okay." He whispered. 

His warm breath brushed my cheek. His deep voice sent my body ablaze. I felt like I was on fire. He smirked knowing what he was doing. At that very moment, the old librarian walked by and gave us the eye. Damian must have given her the finger or something because she turned around and stormed off with a huff. When she rounded the corner shelf Damian took the chance to attack me. He grabbed my chin and tilted it up so that I was facing him. He then placed his lips on mine gently.

"You started it." He whispered before kissing me softly.

 I tried my best to remain calm and hold back but his lips were my new weakness. He licked my top lip begging for entrance since I was upside down to him. I let him in, and he deepens the kiss more. His other hand traveled down to my throat, and he left it there. My heart was racing as I continued to kiss him. My lungs were about to give out again but for good reason this time. He pulled back slowly, the tip of his tongue licking my lips. I took a deep breath but that was for nothing because he came back in. It's like he knew I needed air and was letting me have just a small amount to survive. I moaned into the kiss not knowing where the hand that was at my throat just a few minutes ago went. Then I felt it. On my chest, under my shirt, twisting one of my nipples. Shit shit shit shit, I thought to myself, I need to control myself. I was praying it would end but a part of me wanted more.