His Ballerina [on hold until further notice]

Chapter Two

I don't know how long I stood frozen watching after Damon's running form for, but when Jeremy snapped me back to reality, I was extremely grateful.

"Um, who the hell was that?" Jeremy asked, standing still in his spot, looking curious but I noticed the angry look burning in his azure irises.

I drew my eyebrows closer in confusion, still trying to get over the initial shock of what has happened here tonight. "That was, uh, Damon Osborne." I told him, rubbing my head.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow amused. "And I'm supposed to know this guy by his name? Dude, what the hell just happened?" He asked, narrowing his eyes on my face.

I was so confused and shocked myself, that I couldn't even blush or do anything to show how embarrassed I was that I'd kissed someone in front of my best friend. I heaved a sigh but smirked a little at Jeremy's confused slash amused look. I linked my arm through his and started tugging him in the direction of his house again. "I'll explain when we get to the house, 'kay? I just want to think through this whole thing." I told him and he nodded reluctantly.

I linked my arm through his again, walking - or more like tiptoeing - quietly as we made our way back to his house in silence as I thought over what the hell just happened.

We made it back to the house in a little under five minutes and as soon as we set foot in the house, Jeremy and I went through our usual routine. While Jeremy locked the front door, I crept towards the kitchen and placed a packet of popcorn in the microwave. While the popcorn was cooking, I went through all the cupboards and grabbing all the necessary junk food for our usual move night, and more because well, I was still freaking out about the whole Damon thing.

By the time Jeremy came in, everything we needed for tonight and more was sprawled all over the counter and the microwave beeped just in time to indicate that the popcorn was finished.

Jeremy sent a curious look to everything on the counter and managed to tear his eyes from the sight to tend to the popcorn, placing it in a big bowl before we headed upstairs with as much as we could carry.

In the end, we had to make two trips just to get everything up there.

Once all the food was sprawled onto Jeremy's bed and we had picked out a film, I grabbed my overnight bag and skipped towards the bathroom, changing into my pajamas while Jer changed into his in his bedroom.

Once I was changed, I stuffed my ballet gear in my bag, washed my face and took out the tight ballerina bun on my head and brushing my fingers through my shoulder length dark brown hair.

With one last look at myself in the mirror, I sighed loudly and made my way back to Jeremy's room, climbing into his kings sized bed beside him and pulling the covers to my waist before grabbing the first nearest thing to eat.

Jeremy pressed play on the film and kept a questioning eye on me as I kept unusually quiet, straying away from the subject Jeremy wanted answers to for as long as possible.

Ten minutes of stuffing my face with goods and watching TV, Jeremy had had enough and got straight down to business. "Okay, enough of that, Ever," Jeremy said snatching the packet of gummy worms I was happily chewing my way through.

I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest and Jeremy just rolled his eyes and put a gummy worm between his teeth, chewing the head off and throwing the packet on his bedside table, away from my prying hands. "Tell me now." He ordered sternly.

With a loud exaggerated sigh, I began. "Well let's just say Damon can have any girl he wants." I started.

"So he's a player?" Jer asked raising a brow.

I lifted a shoulder, my eyes drifting away from his to the bottle of coke at the end of his bed. I reached for it quickly before Jeremy could stop me and held it in my hands tightly as I continued. "Sort of. But not like the typical clichéd player. He likes his girls alright, and he's had his own fair share of one night stands, but when he's in a relationship, he'll try to make it last until he's bored with the girl, which honestly, doesn't usually last a week." I told him, unscrewing the bottle lid and taking a mouthful.

"Carry on." He urged, plucking the bottle from my hands and taking a swig of it.

I sighed. "Well Damon is the type of guy that can get anything he wants by just clicking his fingers. He practically runs our school and everyone talks about him all high and mighty like a God." I rolled my eyes. "He has...everything. The grades that only I could wish for-" Jeremy interrupted me here.

"But you're on target, why would you want his grades?" he asked.

I smiled thinly. "Because Damon is above target in every subject," I said, raising my eyebrows and he nodded in understanding.

I shook my head and grabbed the bowl of popcorn, shoving a handful in my mouth. I had to chew quickly to continue talking. "Anywho, I already told you that everyone thinks of me as a freak because I'm pretty much known for randomly dancing everywhere I go. So everybody knowing this, it's kinda just gotten to me how the most popular guy in school kissed me." I admitted.

"Oh. What're you gonna do? I think it's best to talk to him, you know, sort this whole mess out." Jeremy suggested.

I shook my head vigorously. "No, no, that is probably the worst thing to do at this time." I said.

"Whhyyy?" he asked, drawing out the word longer than necessary.

"Because, I've already got a lot of things on my plate right now. With all this upcoming ballet pressure, and all my school work and Chanel being in hospital, I can't get into anything that's just gonna build up on everything that's practically keeping me awake at night. It's best if I just ignore him and keep out of his way, knowing what Damon is like, he probably just needed a quick make out session to keep him going and I was the only girl around. At least now, he can say he's kissed the whole female population of our school." I reasoned with an impish grin and a thumbs up.

He rolled his eyes before his face scrunched up in disgust. "Ugh, but did he have to make out with you in front of your best friend?" he demanded, shivering involuntarily.

I laughed and shrugged. "Oh stop it; I know you enjoyed it really!" I teased, waving my hand around in front of me.

He laughed and shook his head, shooting me a mock disgusted look. "You know, I'm a little surprised at how well you're taking this." Jeremy said, reaching for the popcorn.

"What do you mean?" I asked, grabbing my coke bottle back.

"I mean, if you were any other girl, you'd think more of a kiss, you'd want more than that, you'd be questioning why he did, would he do it again and all that clingy stuff, but you, you take it like everyday life, like it is normal to kiss some person you don't even know that well. It's amazing really." He explained.

I shrugged. "I'm not like other girls, Jer, you know that. I can't think more of a kiss when I have far more important things to think about then some douche player of a guy that thinks he can walk on water. Trust me, Jer, keeping away from Damon and forgetting about what happened is probably the smartest thing I've done in a long time." I told him, turning my attention back on the TV.

Jeremy snorted. "Does he actually think he can walk on water?" he questioned curiously.

I laughed and shook my head. "No, he doesn't...but then again..." I trailed off with a thoughtful expression and when I saw Jeremy look at me in disbelief, I laughed. "No, Jer, it's just a figure of speech." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh." He answered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment at actually considering my words were true.

Aww, I love my best friend. He was so cute and innocent sometimes.

We sat in partial silence for the rest of the night, eating and drinking the remaining junk food and fizzy pop on his bed and watching two other films before eventually falling into a deep sleep, forgetting all about Damon and the kiss we shared.

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We woke up fairly early the next morning, giving us plenty of time to get ready, eat breakfast and visit Chanel in hospital before heading to rehearsals which, thankfully, didn't start till ten o'clock today.

Once I had dressed in my ballet gear and tied my hair back into a neat ballet bun, I washed my face, brushed my teeth and made my way downstairs to grab breakfast.

As soon as my feet walked over the trespass into the kitchen I was enveloped in a tight warm hug from a certain somebody with a name beginning with J.

I grinned into her shoulder and hugged her back without any hesitation. "Hey, Jamie," I mumbled into her shoulder.

She squeezed me against her tighter. "Morning, Ever," she replied casually, finally un-suffocating me and walking back to the island like she hasn't almost smothered me in her hug.

The thing with Jamie, she was almost exactly like Jeremy, minus the fact that she was a girl. They looked alike, acted alike, liked the same things, hated the same things, they even shared the same birthday, in all honesty, it was a little creepy at times, but I loved them both dearly and I wouldn't change anything about them.