Before We Collide...

#3 Damian, be careful

"What do you think you are doing?"

I tried avoiding his gaze as I stared down at the tiled floor of Eastwood High, finding the patterns very interesting at that moment. 

What do I say? 

Oh, hey uhm I was kind of stalking and eavesdropping on you to see what all these secret phone calls were about since you came into school, but don't worry I didn't hear anything and I promise I'm not a creep. Okay bye!

He suddenly put his index finger roughly underneath my chin making me stare deeply into those green orbs, absorbing my entire being and searching through my already broken soul. The sun shone through the windows just above our lockers, hitting him at a perfect angle and making those orbs look threatening, thus more beautiful than they already seemed. 

"Who are you and what do you want?" He snarled as he glared at me, this time sending shivers down my spine but not in a good way, trying to spike fear inside of me.

His sharp jawline clenched as he awaited my answer, seemingly annoyed and then I realized although he probably should have scared me, he didn't. Something about him made him even more interesting, dangerous and me more curious.

He growled, displeased that I haven't delivered an answer yet as he pushed me back, pinning me against the wall with both hands beside my head. I gasped at our close proximity, our noses almost touching as his warm breath fanned over my face. His scent invaded my senses, lemon and aftershave. He smelled fresh, like a fresh summer breeze and it kind of reminded me of the beach.

"I asked you a question." He huffed, a small smirk gracing his lips, realizing I was checking him out. The realization that he knew, made my heartbeat quicken and caused a red blush to form on my cheeks, probably travelling all the way down my neck.

"I-I was j-just coming from Principle Johnson's office, seeing as one of your friends decided to declare a food fight and I ended up being a culprit." I finally stated, angry at my voice for quivering. Ever since she went on her drinking spree and decided to use me as her personal punching bag, I promised something to myself.

One night, a year after my brother passed away, after she cut a huge gash into my thigh just above my knee I quickly dashed up the stairs straight towards my room, locking the door before she could hurt me further and leaving a blood trail on the steps behind me. I couldn't go to the police since she had "friends" inside the police force and I knew I couldn't go to the hospital, because they'd want to know what happened and I couldn't tell them. Somehow she broke the lock on my door and when she saw me crying on the floor, she slapped me across the face, saying that I was just a cry baby and had no right to live in this world since I was so weak. 

Since that night, where I had to sit in a pool of my own blood, trying to fix up my leg, I vowed to myself that I would never let anyone see me cry or see my weak side again.

"That's not what I asked, Sunshine. I asked why you were spying on me?" He explained, clearly annoyed taking another step towards me, if that was even possible.

"I wasn't spying on you. Okay, maybe just a little, but I promise I had good intentions. I just wanted to figure out who you were yelling at over the phone since you have been doing so ever since you entered school. Something has been bothering you."

"That's one of your damn business!" 

Anger coursed through me as I realized something. "Well, it was none of your damn business to stand up for me today in the cafeteria. I had it under control. I didn't need some hot shot bad boy to swoop in and rescue me."

"It sure looked like you needed my help Sunshine, she was grilling you. You had no chance against her. You're too innocent and too weak, Miss Goody two shoes." He chuckled, amused by the situation like I wasn't strong enough to take her on.