All You Got

chapter 13

Luna

It's been over a week since I went to the lighthouse with Mariah, 11 days to be exact, days I've been spending with my friends, family, with homework -to my bad luck- ,and Damon. Lots of Damon. We always make sure to see each other, go to the spot he saw me, despite me being scared when he proposed the idea again, but no sign of police, so we do everything there. His car is our (free) place, we chat there for hours, watching the island and how small it is, realizing how small we look from up here, we have amazing sex, amazing, and we cuddle. Basically, we do what couples do. As much as that freaks me out. I'm not sure if I'm fully ready to start another relationship, and he respects that, from what we've discussed. Basically I just made my part clear. I love hanging out with him, but I want to take things slow. And he respects that, telling me that he's here for me, and he will be here when I'll be ready. Which melts my heart. We sneak into his house too, actually I do, but our spot is preferable. We don't fear of being caught, interrupted at any moment, even if we're not doing anything sexual.

Today, is Thursday, almost the end of October, and Damon is in New York for the week, but he will be back for Halloween, which is in 2 days. Justin, Jack and Jason all requested to follow me and I see what he's been doing, as stalking as that sounds, from their posts and stories. They need to learn a thing or two about privacy from him though.

Currently, I'm home, chilling with mom and Alex at the living room. They're watching their favorite movie, which is okay, I don't understand why it is their favorite, but I don't say anything. Instead, I stay glued to my phone, re-reading what I have texted Damon. Nothing drastic. It's just that he hasn't replied in 2 hours. It's 11pm right now, and they're probably out somewhere, but still, reply to me. Asshat. No, I shouldn't curse. He's nothing but an asshat.

"What's wrong, moonshine?" mom can see right through me, and I turn to look at her, telling her that everything's fine. She nods, not believing me though, but she turns her attention back to the TV, me on my phone. I start to open some stories, when I come across Justin's.

Fuck.

I grip my phone as I look at Justin and Jack at the front of the video, drinking, and Damon in the back, his face eaten out by a girl. A brunette, who had crashed her lips to his, cupping his face with her hands, while he wasn't holding her. Some would say he was caught surprised. Ha, I don't say that. I take a screenshot, for proof, and feel my hands shaking. He was all words as it turned out.

I get up from the couch and go to my room quickly, plopping myself to my bed. I shouldn't have done anything with him. I feel....like an idiot. I bite my lips to prevent myself from crying. Not only am I feeling like an idiot, but ...I'm sad. My phone beeps and I open it, seeing a text from Damon. I saw the story almost immediately after it was posted, so it happened now, and he texts me now?

I don't bother reading the text, and my phone beeps again. When it stops. I go into our chat, leaving him on read, before I mute our conversation so that he won't bother me. I don't realize I've been crying, and I wipe away my tears, putting my laptop on my lap and start binge watching a series about serial killers. Big difference huh?

My phone beeps again, this time is iMessage. And it's Damon, again, saying something about "some girl grabbed me..." but I don't pay attention. Yeah right. Some girl grabbed him. It definitely looked like it though... Ugh, stop Luna. I put my phone in silent mode, carry on with the documentary and then sleep takes me, my eyes red, my cheeks dry with tears.

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It's been a day, a day since I saw what I saw, a day of no communication at all from my part. I don't want to talk to him, but he insists on calling, texting on instagram. I don't answer anything, obviously. I might be immature, yes, but I don't want to talk to him. When he confessed that some girl grabbed him, he had texted me that on instagram first, saw that I didn't reply, and texted on iMessage. Which means he didn't know I knew already. Now, of course he knows I know.

"I'm going to my bedroom." I say as soon as we finish eating, and my parents both look at me confused, but I ignore them, and go to my bedroom, being startled when I enter, when a rock hits my window. Not a big one, but still.

What the heck??

I close my door and go to my wardrobe, taking off my clothes.

Another rock. My body jerks to the sound but I ignore it once again, getting ready, putting on a tank top and sweats, my hair down.

Another rock.

Okay, that's it.

I go to my window and open it, looking down, only to see Damon. My eyes widen.

"What are you doing here?" I say, semi-yelling and he smiles at me. What's wrong with the dude? I cross my hands and look at him, realizing I missed him. A lot. But I shouldn't. He's an asshole. He's not.... Shut up conscious.

"Thank God I remembered correctly, and that's your room." he ignores my question and takes a deep breath, but I manage to stay neutral, and don't smile, as much as I want to.

Instead, I ask him again what he's doing here. Both to my house, and to OBX, since he was supposed to come tomorrow.

"I couldn't stay in New York, knowing you're mad at me." he confesses and my heart skips several beats. But I shouldn't show it to him.

"Plus...I missed you." he carries on and my grip on my muscles looses. Why does he have to do that?

"You shouldn't be here." I exclaim and proceed to close the window, but he puts his hand there. And the window falls on his hand... Not hard, but it sure as hell hurt.

Fuck...