Chapter 8:
"Damien, please pick up I really need to talk to you. I'm so sorry. D, please. I feel so bad and I want to make it up to you. I don't know why I acted like that on Friday. I just- it's complicated-"
"I'm here," I say slowly.
"Oh D! Thank god! It's just so complicated."
"Complicated like you're a vampire."
She doesn't respond. I see I'm right, "D, that's why I freaked. I'm scared of you..."
"I would never hurt you," How could she even think that? I'm her flippin' best friend.
"Isn't it, like, dangerous though?"
I pause, "Yeah."
"Oh," it's quiet again. I can tell she's thinking, playing with her hair, "well who would find out?"
"Um, my boss."
"Why do you hate us so much?" So many questions, so few answers.
"Honestly I don't. It's just c-"
"Complicated, I know. Look, I'm really sorry. Aunt Ginger is getting suspicious. I gotta go. See you at school?"
"Sure," the line goes dead. It's still awkward. She's still a vampire. I'm still in love with her.
Carly
I hang up the phone. Aunt Ginger yells at me to go to bed. Hopefully things are good between me and Damien. I don't doubt it. It's dangerous, yes. But what would I risk to stay friends with him. My handsome, green-eyed, black-haired best friend. The answer is anything. He is the best friend a girl could have. One thing I do doubt; that he's still in love with me.
Any girl would be lucky to have him. Wonder who he'll choose.... I drift off to sleep. I dream of D.
