Trying to keep the player

Ch. 18 I'm sorry. I want you to trust me.

Chapter 18

            “Damon...” I reach up to him and catch him by the wrist and he turned over at me. Then he pushes my grip away with an angry look at him as if he just was betrayed. He starts walking away again.

            “Wait...! I’m sorry,” I apologies “If I knew you’d take this seriously I wouldn’t have done it.”

            “I don’t give a shit what your excuse is,” Damon says threw his teeth and turns around facing me. There was nothing that I could do now to change it. He had the right to be angry at me for it.

            “You can wash the dye off,” I tell him “I’ll give myself up for one day.” Damon looked at me as if it wouldn’t fix anything. Well I did the best I could do.

            “Don’t you think it’s too late to say it now?” He snarls.        

            “Yea... I’ll help you wash it off,” I suggested.

            “Just leave it alone... You know why don’t you just stay away from me for the whole day? All you can ever do is make things worse,” Damon says calmly and I felt like I’ve just been slapped in the face again. It made me feel bad seeing him this way. Damon was about to walk off but I stopped him again. Now he looked annoyed and ticked off about my existence. Yea, maybe being alive was never helpful. I don’t know what brought me to it but I did it.

            “Go aw-“Damon started but I interrupted by kissing him. Those feelings start to come all back into my stomach. He starts kissing me back softly. His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. The whole world was gone and dark when I just focused on kissing him. It didn’t occur to me if I took steps back or moved a bit at all. Damon stopped and looked at me but then start kissing me again. He took control over me. It didn’t make sense for me to do something like this. It went against everything. At the moment, whatever was happening out there didn’t matter. If my family wasn’t in trouble. If it didn’t matter if Damon was rich or a player. It made me wonder how would it be like if we were just both normal?

            Then Damon stopped kissing me again and then I found myself leaning against the lockers and my hands around his neck.

            “Can I trust you...?” He asks me breathless. It didn’t occur to me how long did we kiss. It was like being completely oblivious of time. The lines didn’t sound as if he tried to give an effort to charm me.

            “If you can trust me,” I say back and we just look at each other. I’ve never felt this way before. I sounded like some kind of love song.

            “Then I want you to be my real girlfriend,” He says truthfully. That actually kind of startled me. What am I saying, trust him...? He’s a player; he just says those things to break me in the end. I look over at Damon not sure about that yet. Maybe I sort of did like him...but...

            “Not yet,” I answer him.