Damien---
I leave class earlier than usual and wait for Y/N by the local park as told to.
I got what I wanted- Y/N to hang out with me.
Then why do I still feel sad? Why do I feel like I did something I shouldn't have?
Don't be an idiot, Damian. You literally blackmailed her.
As I'm starting to have regrets, I scour the streets around in hopes of finding her. I keep alert for her signature silky blonde hair, and eventually spot her a few metres away.
She's dressed in a loose lilac hoodie, complimented by some casual navy jeans. Her hair is plaited to the side. My jaw drops a bit. She's stunning regardless of clothing style. She doesn't need them, they need her.
"Are you gonna stare at me forever or what?"
Her sharp tone cuts through my zoning out. I almost stutter. I almost damn stutter.
"Sorry. Did you text your parent you'd be busy?" I ask, trying not to face her directly. Fuck I can't resist. Her genes are incredible.
"Yeah. Let's go now." She harshly grabs my hand, then switches for my arm. I bite back the blush that attempts to creep out onto my face. I don't think she even knows where we're going.
"Have you ever been to Silver something- Silvertree Cafe?"
"No. Is that where you're taking me?" She lets go of my arm, eyeing me distrustfully with those ocean-like eyes. The urge to get lost in them is immense.
"Mhm. It's a pretty good place. I've been to it twice before. And it's not too far from here."
She doesn't reply, instead keeping quiet as I lead the way to the cafe. She keeps her distance, even when I get inches closer.
Should I say anything?
What should I talk about?
Maybe I should apologise.
After what? It's too late now. You're only feeling sorry after you got your prize, aren't you?
Y/N notices my conflicted facial expression.
"You look constipated." She says with a hard stare.
I burst out laughing. "I'm not, I swear. Hey, you see that brown building over there?" I move closer to her and point towards the corner of the street.
She nods, and we enter Silvertree Cafe for her first time. My heart flutters a bit seeing her gasp and look around in awe.
The cafe is cosy- not tiny but slightly spacious. Patterned chairs and tables lay in organised rows. Calm music plays in the back. And the stars of the show, the patisseries, sit proudly in a see through shelf where the baristas work at the front desk.
She's fallen in love with the place like I have, I can tell.
Just like how I've fallen for her.
She chooses a table in the corner, on the window side, wasting no time in picking up the menu. I take the seat in front of her, even though I really want to sit right next to her.
"Pick what you want. It's all on me."
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The Bad Boy Has A Secret
FantasyY/N lives a quiet life at school, and prefers it that way. However, 'bad boy' Damian falls instantly for her and is determined to change that. They clash, and one fateful outing together, Y/N learns a big secret- werewolves exist. In an unlikely du...
