It's Quite Complicated

Chapter 16

Short AN: Please refer to my author's note at the end of this chapter.

I walk into the cafeteria and notice the normal thing that has been happening lately: Shane sitting beside Kylie at the table, them tuning out practically everyone else and only talking to each other. I roll my eyes and clutch my lunch bag. I look to Damon's table and he is chatting away to his friends. Before I know what I'm doing, I find myself walking to his table and sitting in the available chair beside me. I wasn't about to sit at my table and try to act happy when I'm clearly not. But, I have no idea why I am sitting here either. I have no reason to, but yet here I am.

Damon glances at me and then to the table, "Getting tired of them?"

I bite my lip and say nothing, I couldn't find myself to. I meet Damon's gaze and he nods his head and looks away. I shrug my shoulders and open my lunch bag and take out my bag of cut carrots. I munch on them and tune into the conversations that Damon and his friends are having. I immediately tune out and go into my own world when they talk about the most random and weirdest things you can think of. I feel my elbow get bumped into as I move to eat my celery stick, causing me to drop it onto the table. I turn to Damon and he laughs his arse off like he did the most funniest thing--which he most certainly did not. I glare at him angrily, "You made me just waste a perfectly good celery stick with peanut butter on top!," I growl at him. He stops laughing and looks to the mess on the table he caused and quickly barks out another fit of laughter. I take a napkin from his lunch tray and clean it up. I flick it onto his plate on top of his french fries and he stops long enough to see where it lands. He quiets and sends me a glare. I smirk victoriously at him in response. He grins wickedly at me, "I forgot to give you that thing that I promised you the other day."

I frown and try to recall what he means. When he took me to the go-kart racing place in LA, he had said that he got something for me that he would give me if I went on his trip with him. I nod my head, "Oh, right. I completely forgot about that. What is it? An ant farm that you'll open and deposit in my room?," I joke to him.

He smiles and shakes his head, "Nope."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Then what? Where is it?"

He chuckles, "I don't have it with me at the moment, it's in my room back at home."

I roll my eyes, "Then why did you even mention it?"

"I just thought of it," he retorts.

I sigh and go back to eating my peanut butter filled celery sticks.

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"You promised that it was something worth liking. What I'm looking at, doesn't fit the criteria," I point at the weird looking object that Damon hands me.

Currently we are standing in the middle of his room and I met him here after I checked in with Mariah to make sure she wasn't here, as to not seem suspicious of anything. She was on an after school shopping trip with the Shaylee and I didn't need her thinking of anything of the sort with me being in Damon's room. I lay the object onto his desk and examine it closely. Honestly, I had no idea what it is. It was of a silver metal that was dented and warped and looked to be in the shape of a bear standing on its all fours and it was as big as the palm of my hand. It was as light as a feather, and I honestly could say that it looked cool enough to be a fancy little decoration, but I had no idea why he would be giving it to me. I hear Damon walk up behind me and the hair on my neck and arms stand on end and I feel goosebumps prick up on my skin. Lately, this was how I have been reacting with him next to me or anywhere near me this closely. I have no idea why, and I couldn't control it no matter what I try to do.

I shake my head from any further thoughts and I watch as he stretches out a hand to it. He pulls the head off and I look at him in confusion. He takes out a smaller object and hands it to me. I take it and I realize that it is a guitar pick. I hold it up in front of me and I see that it has my name monogrammed in cursive on it. It was designed with a mint and white chevron and my last name's initial was behind the design of my monogrammed name. I glance to Damon with a smile spreading across my face, "What's this for?"