Rolling Stone Savior. (Discontinued)

Chapter Eleven

"Are you okay?" Damien's voice sounded into my ears as we sat far away from each other, watching an old Eddie Murphy movie.

It was eight o'clock and we were at the house alone. Miss Trina and Miss Annette were both gone, so I was in the clear. Our little discussion earlier caused Damien to stay home from school beyond his mother's measures. He even pretended that he was leaving and after she left to go to the restaurant, he came back. I couldn't look at him too solid after what he said. Those words weren't just any words that Damien would say. Well at least not the Damien I know from middle school.

It wasn't just the words that got to me. It was his eyes and that's what shook me up so bad. Behind their beautiful color and essence, they read more than what they lead his. And the way that he held me when I turned around to give him a hug was unexpected. He squeezed me tighter than I expected and I looked up at him. I almost went weak in the knees from those beautiful eyes.

"Stephanie." He called my name in frustration and I finally looked at him.

"Yeah?" I asked to give off the impression that I didn't hear him the first time. Actually, I did hear him the first time he asked me was I alright. I just didn't answer.

"Are you okay? You look as if something is bothering you."

"Oh no, I'm alright," I nodded my head in assurance. "Yeah, I'm cool."

It fell silent again and I could feel him looking at me. It still bothered me in my mind to wonder about this whole situation. Did Damien like me or was it vise versa? Nah, that's not possible. I can't like someone who made my life hell and almost caused me to fail middle school. But he has grown up and looks ten times better. His blemish free skin and perfect teeth with the help of braces. And when he smiled, oh! His eyes just lights up like the Empire State Building! Even the lisp that he has when he talks about passionate subjects--

"Why are you staring at me?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my trance and frowned. "What are you talking about, boy? Nobody isn't staring at you."

He looked down in disappointment. "So I'm ugly?

"What? No, don't try and twist up my words. You're not ugly -- matter of fact, you're GQ handsome, Damien."

"So, you admit that I'm sexy?" That beautiful smile filled his face as I rolled my eyes in frustration. I picked up a couch pillow and threw it at him. "Don't get upset because I caught you staring at me. I stare at you too sometimes, Girly."

"How weird can you be? Plus, I'm not that pretty." I said and played around with my nails that seriously needed cut. "I'm an okay girl. Trust me, I've seen better."

He shook his head and cleared his throat before turning his body towards mine. "Girly, you can't be serious. I mean,.you're perfect because you recognize your flaws. Everyone has a little low self-esteem about themselves because I do too."

"About what?"

"I hate my lisp. It's one of the worst things possible. Especially when I'm talking about something interesting, it always show." He chuckled and pulled his knee up to his chest using them as arm rest.

"But, it's cute because it shows how passionate you are about something. Other than your eyes, that's the best thing about you."

A satisfied smile spread across his face and I noticed that he was blushing as well. I giggled under my breath and we made eye contact with each other. I felt my stomach go weak and butterflies fluttered throughout. Even if he did feel some type of way about me, it probably wouldn't be on a romantic level. According to my parents, I'm not worth loving and that's why they did what they did for so long.