I hated to even admit it. But after that afternoon in the record store, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
It was so ridiculous and utterly stupid, that I wanted to claw my face off just for feeling this way.
I should just stop now. In five months max, the lieutenant and I would move away. And Damien would forget all about me and I'd forget about him.
But as soon as I tried to shake the feeling I got when I'd think of those piercing eyes, I'd be hit with another dream about him.
As time went on, the weirder the dreams were. Sometimes, they were a little spicy...
But, I digress. I am insane. I needed to be stopped.
Track tryouts were here. And though I was so against it before, I desperately needed to get my mind off Damien. So, I decided to go for it.
The morning of, I walked down to the kitchen where my Dad was doing his daily crossword.
He eyed me up and down, raising his eyebrow.
"Where are you going?" He asked me sternly.
I was wearing my hair pulled back in a claw clip, a grey hoodie, and some Nike pros. I had on my old, white running shoes. They were dirty and completely clapped. Better than nothing, I guess.
I grabbed a Poptart and made my way over to the toaster. "Going... to school?" I said.
"Don't you need to wear pants to school?" He continued scribbling on his crossword.
"For your information, sir, I'm trying out for track." I rolled my eyes and turned my head away so he wouldn't see.
He raised his head, a surprised look on his face. "Huh." He nodded his head.
I think he's pleased. But, I want to slap the back of his shaved head so bad.
"Happy?" I smiled sarcastically.
He shrugged. "It'll be good for you," He turned his head over to me. "You are someone who needs a.. thing."
