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Chapter 14 :}

I get home, and collapse by the door. I want Mum, but she's at work and won't be back until she's picked Harry up from playground in about five hours time. My phone vibrates, thrice.

2 Text Messages

1 Facebook Notification I instantly decide to ignore this one.

Damiens text me, asking if I'm free. I dont know if I should see him right now.

Lows text me. I want to vomit all over again.

It's only a lil crush, no need for the spit;) I'll ignore this one too.

I need to tell Bells about this, she deserves so much better. I need to tell Damien about this, Low's meant to be his friend. I'm too confused to talk to either of them right now, and I dont want either of them to be hurt. I'm still slumped by the door, hovering over the screen. I open facebook without thinking and read Ashton's message. I dont know who else to ask.

okay, im sorry I'll stop. jus know im here yeah

Eerily perfect timing...I jump straight in.

if you're serious, I need your advice.

He replied in minutes.

Whats up?

this is partially relationship related, but we aren't talking about my feelings or anything in that region. alright?

understood, fire away

I gave him a summary. Who Low was, who he was to Bells, and to Damien. And then what he'd done this afternoon.

Sounds like a right prick

Hit the nail on the head, thoughts?

he needs to know to back off, properly. you also gotta tell them both about what hes doing.

I'm honest with him.

I literally vomitted over this, in a hedge

literally?

literally.

gross. some guys need to be told, more than once, before they get it. I neary laugh.
tell the others in ur own time (to reduce vomitting) but dont delay it too much, best coming from you then anyone else

good point

and hey if he doesnt listen tell him you're mine after damien not his ;)

This should be his final chance, but he's actually helped me.

I've told you more than twice.

sorry

Okay, thanks. i gotta go, more vomit.

I'm not sick, but I dont feel like stretching the conversation further. I text Low, before I lose my nerve, telling him as forcefully as I can type that I'm not the slightest bit interested. That he's a shitty, shitty person and if he has the nerve to do anything else that I'd knee him in the balls so hard that his grand children will be born clutching their groin. I'm pretty pumped after I send that, and find the strength to get up and shower. I'm washing my hair, deep into the second conditioning, and all I'm thinking about is Damien. My body is in an entirely different place than it was an hour ago. Hormones. I call him when I'm done, feeling chirpier, even though I know I need to talk to him about Low. I'm gunna do that in a day or two, try and take my brain elsewhere.

He answers pretty quickly, asking if I've only just woken up. I half tell him the truth, that I was feeling shitty and went for a walk to get my book..then felt worse, vomitted in the street and came home. He sounds concerned, even when I tell him it was a blip and that I feel pretty good now. He insists on coming over, and I wasn't going to say no.

I'm in the kitchen blasting some generic chart music as I quickly clean the kitchen. I promised Mum I would and, as per, it slipped. I wasn't sure when Damien would get here, so I just kept going waiting for the door bell to ring or my phone to go, if the musics too loud. I was elbow deep in the freezer trying to find a pizza when someone grabbed me from behind. I grabbed the first thing my hand touched and swung it round smacking the person in the head.

"Mother fucker." shit shit shit.

"Damien what the hell, how did- oh dear God are you alright? what did I hit you with? did it hurt?" I kick the freezer shut and glance down, frozen peas had cascated all over the kitchen. I start laughing. He scowls at me but it's soon swapped for a smile. I turn off the music.

"I could hear the music outside and the door was unlocked so I thought I'd just come in. Next time, I will wear protective gear incase you've got a watermelon on hand." I slap his arm and start collecting the peas but I just seem to keep scattering them in harder to reach places. He laughs at me and walks out of the kitchen, returning with the hoover. Has my mum sent him a map to show me up?

We clean quickly, I appolagise about fifteen times for abusing him with petit pois. He is thankfully, unharmed. I put the hoover away and remember to lock the door.

"I can't believe I didn't lock it, I was in the shower before I rang you." He gets a playful look on his face.

"Damn I should've come earlier.." I bite back a blush. Our flirting had been getting more and more...intense recently. He was stood about a metre from me and I suddenly felt shy. He could tell. He cleared his throat.

"Do I get a kiss hello or is it just the peas for today?" My shyness vanished, I step towards him and wrap my hands around his back so we're pressed together. He bends down and when were milimetres apart I pause.

"Just the peas." He smirks but isn't having it and pulls me in, kissing me, softly at first but doesn't take long for it to harder. Suddenly his tounges in my mouth and my body surges, he lifts me so my legs are wrapped around him and places me on the counter. We stay like this for a while but it isn't long enough, I can't contain myself my hands are in his hair and my mouth on his neck. We jolt in shock when the phone suddenly rings and I have to tear myself off of him to reach it. He tries to keep kissing me when I answer and I have to use all of my willpower to focus on talking. When I hang up he looks right at me, some what desperate.

"I've got to pick Harry up..." and I damn near scream.