"Following her parent's divorce, everything in Makayla Summers's life seems to fall out of place. When her happy-go-lucky father decides to move to Philadelphia, it's just the beginning of the worst. Or so she believes.
Starting afresh in a new hig...
I leaped back at the sound of a rather enthusiastic shout, knocking against Leo behind me who steadied me. "Easy there," he chuckled. I almost jumped again at the touch of his hands on my waist and he noticed that, no doubt, when I stumbled away. "Thanks," I muttered stupidly, and diverted my attention to the source of the voice.
Damien, and the others were sat on a king-size bed in the middle of Leo's room. It was huge, the bed and the room that is. Big enough to fit a piano, two book shelves, a TV, fireplace and the standard desk, laptop, desktop computer and big-ass speakers. Cause that's what all rooms are made of, apparently. I didn't have enough time to admire the interior design as Damien threw himself off the bed, getting to his feet and rushed over to me before skidding to a stop. His abrupt stop surprised everyone in the room.
"Oh look, he's not smothering her yet," Amy pointed out, amused.
"You look..." Damien's eyebrows shot up as he pointed at me, his hand shaking slightly. His ears turned pink and he ran a hand through his messy hair, grinning a little stupidly, "Wow. I'm actually out of words."
"Good. I shut you up for a change," I winked at him and stepped forward to give Damien the customary hug. He seemed to hesitate before finally wrapping his arms around my waist and hugging me tightly. "You don't look so bad either," I noted, stepping back to give him a good look. "In fact, I think you're the first teenage guy who can pull off a brown plaid suit without looking like he stepped out of an '80s movie set."
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"I'm going to take that as a huge compliment," Damien grinned,his green eyes lighting up in joy as he slipped his hands into his pockets. "Especially since it's coming from you, princess."
I rolled my eyes and walked past him. "I can never catch a break with you."
I sat down on the bed next to Amy whose eyes were sparkling like fireworks on the 4th of July.
"That was interesting," she whispered to me. Nick stood up with a sigh and walked over to the guys, muttering something about wanting to give us privacy. What a good boyfriend.
"What was?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at the expression she was giving me.
"That exchange with Damien."
"Yeah. He's still as smitten by me as ever," I joked, throwing my hair over my shoulder with my hand to add dramatic effect.
"Looks like he's not the only one," Amy giggled. She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at me. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you since the moment you stepped through that door."
I bit down on my lip, looking past her at Leo. He was talking with the guys but kept casually glancing over at the two of us, a smile still written on his face.
