consequences of winning

part twelve

*Kida's point of view*

I feel my phone go off in the pocket of Kevin's jacket and see that Mom's calling me, weird... I answer as I go far enough away from the loud and awful music, come on, like techno is not my favorite.

"Hey Mom... Something wrong?" Mom doesn't usually call, she'll text or leave pink post it notes on the fridge.

"Umm.. Kida we need you to come home.. We have some news you need to hear..." Mom's voive seems hesitant and it's becoming obvious she's in a shocked state.

"Okay. I'll grab a lift home with Jet and Damon, be home soon. Love you." My brain is all blurry trying to figure out what's gong on, its almost like I'm on auto pilot. I find Jet fast getting a soft drink from the kitchen, she nods in understanding and walks out of the house saying she'll meet us at the car. Damon was a little tricky though. Turns out he got hammered badly and was almost impossible to get him out of the house because every time he got snattched away from me.

"Kida.. Why are we in the bathroom?" Damon seems to be making a bit more sense now.

"There's this group of girls chasing you and they won't let us leave so I told this red head and his friends that they like them and that he and his friends should get to know them." I explain. Honestly that pack of bottle blonds are a handful everytime we were so close to leaving I would blink and one of them would have snattched Damon, they are faster than a Weeping Angel.
I peek out the door.
"Coast is clear.." I turn back around to look at Damon and nod my head towards the semi open door way. He gets up and stumbles slightly, resisting a giggle I check the hallway again. Only when I'm about to tow Damon out of the bathroom do I find the bathroom door is being pushed shut from behind me and I have just enough time to move my head before Damon cuts it off with a freaking door! I turn and see Damon shockingly close with lust in his eyes, I should of just left him for the bottle blonds.
Then why didn't you??
Shut up brain !! I do not need you messing up shit. I have a good relationship with Damon, we're friends.
But you want more than that, don't you.
Gahh shut up!!!

"Damon what th-" my words are cut off when his lips crash onto mine causing a wave of sparks to roll through me. I haven't felt something like this in so long. It takes me a second to realise that I'm not kissing him back and another second to start kissing him back. Our kiss is hungry and he somehow managed to taste more like peppermint instead of beer. The next thing I know is I'm pressed up against the bathroom door and my legs are wrapped around Damon's waist, my hands run through his hair and hold on to his shoulders. I hear a click and realise that Damon must have locked the door. I reach out with one hand trying to find the door handle and when I do it doesn't budge. Part of me sees being locked in this bathroom with a drunk and obviously turned on Damon as a bad thing but I just don't have the self control for that part of me because my stupid brain wanted to remember what this felt like. A part of me wanted to open my heart up and let myself love again. That realisation made my blood run cold and snap to my senses. I pulled my lips off Damon's and even though I knew I should stop this before I felt anything more than attraction, I also missed his lips against mine the second they parted. Damon didn't stop kissing me though, his lips moved down my jaw to my collar bone and he found my soft spot, I couldn't help but hold him tighter which I realised a second to late was a mistake as he eagerly sucked away causing to lose my head again
No no no no!! Mum.. Phone call... Get home... Emergency!!
With strength I didn't know I had I pushed Damon off me and planted my feet on the ground.
Damn him and his kissable lips!!

After checking that I look decent I grab Damon's wrist mumbling "Let's go." And walk determinedly out of the bathroom towards the front door. YEESSSS!!! FINALLY!! I double check it's Damon I'm still holding onto and head towards the car. When we get thete Jet reaches into her brother's jacket getting the keys and tossing them to me. Damon calls shot gun like a five year old and Jet and I roll our eyes simultaneously. The whole way Damon babbled like a hyped up kid, talked about how he had a new reason to like blue but it was a secret, weirdo. You already like blue who needs to know your reasoning.
Damon rambles about how we'll never guess why he likes the color now. Jet's guessing and I'm telling them to be quite because every time Jet guesses wrong Damon cheers in delight and they start arguing. I don't even remember what about because when I turn on to our street I see a familiar blond waiting out side my front door, waving as we get closer.
Ah shit

"Who's that?" A very drunk Damon asks pointing through the window to the man at my door.

"That is a stone cold bastard. Jet can you handle your idiot brother?" I ask looking straight towards the bastard waiting at my frount door.

"Yeah I got it, no worries."

only after i hear them finish getting out do i shut of the engine and get out myself, I take my time locking my car up and slowly walk up to my home.

"It's nice to see you again." He says.

I snort. "I thought your mother raised you not to lie?" I snap as I walk past him and safly into my home, slamming the door behind me in his face.