I just look up at him as he simply stands there, not uttering a word with an impassive expression.
His silver eyes bore into mine, making my heart race and my anticipation grow, making me question what is going on in his head, how he'll reply to my assumption of something more between us.
I can feel my cheeks heating up at the aspect of confronting him like this. After so many encounters of questionable interaction, consisting of kisses and sweet exchanges of words, which I have been so afraid to face, to ask, to understand, now I have finally decided to address it, for a clear answer from him, for a glimpse of his feelings towards me.
"D- Damon?" I call him softly, urging for an answer after not receiving any, uncertainty and embarrassment evident in the way my voice quivers.
I feel overcome with unease for laying myself bare to him emotionally, it makes me feel scared and vulnerable. And I have never felt this way about anyone before.
I see a subtle clench of his jaw as he regards me, as if he's battling with something internally. It gives me a glimmer of hope, that he is deeply considering my question and everything that happened.
Despite his vague display of affection towards me, despite his very uncomfortable involvement with many women, despite my doubts, there's a part of me, somewhere, that really wants to believe in Catalina's words, that I'm special to him in some ways.
"You're overthinking it, Rosalie." His voice immediately shatters my illusion.
The words plunge me into a deep state of shock, taking away my ability to speak as my chest tightens painfully at the meaning. I feel my cheeks heating up furiously, my eyes starting to burn.
"You..." I utter, taking a sharp intake of breath, frowning at him, trying to control my emotions.
"You are such a dick." I try to yell at him but my voice comes out mild, as I don't have the energy to do that anymore.
"Y- you know what?" I try to keep my eyes steady on his.
"I quit." I huff. "I will not work here anymore."
"No, actually... I don't want to ever see your face again." I speak calmly but cynically.
"Yeah." I somehow start chuckling by myself like an idiot while he still stands there, observing everything that I do.
"Keep on living with that mysterious, cold jerk attitude..." I spit.
"Playing around with girls then telling them to fuck off!" I muster the strength to yell at him one last time before storming out of his room, not forgetting to slam the door as aggressively as I can.
...
I hastily walked out of that building then took the public transportation home, not bothering to call George, he's a nice guy but...
Fuck Damon.
Fuck that jerk.
I can't believe him.
I mean, what the hell??
What happened today was just so freaking surreal, so frustrating an- and...
So humiliating!
We were just in the heat of the moment-
Like what the fuck?!
If he didn't care about me then why the hell would he hire me a chauffeur, act super sweet and caring attending prom with me??
He also didn't have to explain himself to me about that woman if there was nothing between us.
I don't understand.
What the hell is wrong with him?!
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"Why are you home so early?" Catalina eyes me curiously as I open the door and enter the apartment. She's sitting on the couch, watching the TV.
When she has a better look at me, she hurriedly shuts the TV and gets up from the couch to come over to me. "Woah, Rosalie, are you okay??"
"I feel like shit right now." I scowl, sniffling a bit, raising a hand up to wipe the tears that keep spilling from my eyes.
I teared up as soon as I walked out of the vicinity of his building, but I tried to hold it in the entire time on the bus, not wanting people to see me in this state obviously.
But once I'm on the floor of our apartment, I can't help but let it erupt freely, expressing my pain the best way I know how, feeling comfortable knowing nobody can see me like this except for Catalina.
"What?" She looks at me, confused. "Why?"
I tell her everything that transpired today, about what I saw in his office, how he kissed me in my room, and what he said to me when I confronted him.
"No fucking way." She shakes her head, narrowing her eyes in denial. "No... I..."
I just stare at the floor.
"There must be an explanation for this..." She grabs my upper arm, trying to make me look up at her. "I... I refuse to believe this..."
"An- and you should too!" She exclaims.
"This can't be true and you- you know it! Th- the way he acts around you, everything!"
"He likes you, Rosa-"
"No, stop it." I exclaim, preventing her from finishing her sentence, startling her slightly.
"I don't want you to give me false hope." I pout, sobbing even more. "Stop making me feel delusional about it."
"Rosalie, come here..." She spreads out her arms and pulls me in for a hug.
...
We're sitting on the couch, staring at the TV, but not really paying attention to it, just immersing ourselves in our thoughts after I have calmed down. The table in front of me holds a pile of scrunched up tissues that I have used to blow my nose and wipe my tears.
I sigh, leaning back against the seat, fumbling in my bag a little in search of my phone, wanting to just distract myself with something.
Where is it?
My eyes widen at the realization. "Oh no..."
"Rosalie, what's wrong?" Catalina asks in concern.
"I freaking left my phone at work!" I slap my cheeks with my hands.
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