Apartment 36

That was for cheating

I feel warm lips connect with mine as my eyes start to flutter open. The odd sensation of the kiss made my whole body feel safe. The feeling was hard to come by. I look up to see Damian hovering over my body with his eyes shut.

Slowly I bring my knee up and seconds later Damian is on the ground grabbing his crotch as if his life depended on it. I get up and look around to see where I was, only to realize I was at Blake's apartment.

Well that’s no fun. I rub my eyes to try clear my blurred vision, but a shot of pain envelopes me as I caress my left eye. I press on it again, provoking the pain out of curiosity.

I hear Damian groan from the ground and I direct my attention towards him. I slowly get up and lend Damian a hand to get up from his position on the ground. He hastily accepts it and gets back on his feet un-steadily. ''What the hell was that for?'' He whisper yells at me.

I look in to his eyes and almost want to apologize, but then I think of Jess and my thoughts quickly change. 

'' That was for cheating on jess''  I shout scaring myself at how angry I sounded.

Feeling unfulfilled I slap him hard across the face leaving a good red mark the shape of my hand on his cheek.

'' And that was for taking advantage of me'' I say in a harsher tone. 

Suddenly I feel a pang of guilt and I look in to Damians eyes to see hurt evident in his eyes. I quickly slap on a smile and give him a huge hug,

''Don’t you ever do that again, you hear me?'' I whisper in my sweetest tone possible. He probably thought I was bipolar, fair enough though.

But I had to hide the effect that he had on me and I couldn’t let him know how I felt. He sighs and hugs me back and he holds me in a gentle embrace. This felt good. But I don’t like to be reminded of what I could have had with him.

''Ahem, sorry to break up this love fest, but Shay are you okay?'' A voice from across the room questions. I break away from Damian and turn my head to face a slightly angered Blake.

''Hehe I'm fine Blakey, except for the pain in my eye, but what happened?'' I ask wearily.

He takes a seat on the couch and pats his lap. I leap towards him and jump on to his lap like a two year old with his moma. His face instantly lights up as he eases his arms around my tiny figure.

'' So ehm , you know that night we took you out to the bar?'' I nod trying to rekindle the memory.

 ''Yeah well when we left you with Liam, some bozos were getting in to a bar fight and one of them threw a bottle of beer and you got hit in the eye,  hence the black eye.'' He explains quietly.

I look down at my body to see if there were any other marks evident from the alleged bar fight. Scanning my body I see that I look completely normal, but I am dressed in a loose fitting tee, probably one of Blake's. I look up at Damian and I see him pacing angrily. I lean in to Blake's comforting frame and I feel him tense beneath me. Hes been real weird recently. But this isnt the time, I'll grill him another day. I snap back in to reality and try and register what he just told me.

''Wait so that’s all? I got hit by a beer bottle and I have a bruised eye?'' I say feeling relieved.

'' What do you mean that’s it? You got hit in the eye by a beer bottle, it could have shattered and ruined your vision Shay!'' Damian shouts angrily.

'' But it didn’t, im fine okay! Just chill.'' I say in an attempt to comfort him. Damian takes another look at my battered eye and walks straight out the door in a huff.

 I look at Blake smirking '' Someone’s Pmsing''. He smiles at me, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. I peck him on the cheek and assure him I'm fine.

That seemed to have done the trick as he smiles genuinely at me. Atta boy.

I get up from his lap, feeling empty without his solid arms around me, and start to head out the door.

'' Thanks for taking care of me, but I gotta get outta here and find Jess'' I say as I shut the door behind me. I hear a muffled bye from inside and chuckle to myself. I am beyond lucky to have friends like them.

I walk down the halls and reach a mirror. I stare at my sad reflection and instantly feel insecure. My black eye was as large as a fist and it was turning a nasty purple green color and my eye bags made me look like I was 90 years old. I try to fake a smile in an attempt to make myself look normal, but it had no effect.

I shake my head  and walk away feeling pathetic. As I walk in to the elevator I hear Liam's voice coming from behind me. I must be hearing things,  I mean how much worse can my day get? God please tell me I'm dreaming.

 I discretely turn my head and sure enough there was Liam on his phone walking towards the elevator.

My eyes go wide as I realize that he was about to see me like this. It was too late to get out of the elevator because he would surely see my face so I quickly turn my head and look for a place to cower as my eyes land on  the seat cover on the side of the elevator. I dart under the cloth and try and hide myself as best possible. Yeah this was totally convincing! Why wouldn’t there be a huge ass chair the size of a person in the elevator.

 I feel someone else's presence in the Elevator and I quickly assume my position holding in my breath. He better not be in here for long otherwise I would suffocate before I make it out of this elevator.

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just an fyi, im pretty confused about the elevator sitch too, but hey thats what imagination is for!

And I'm not quite sure whether or not I want to continue writing this because it is starting to become a cliche, and plus there are like a billion other stories like this floating around. Im also not sure whether people actually want to read this sorta stuff, but to my one reader (if I even have one) do you think I should continue?

heheh thanks! also anybody willing to edit for me? thanks (: