Spin the Bottle

Chapter Twenty One

Author's Note: I hope you all liked another chapter from Damon's point of view! I fall in love with him more and more as I write his feelings! Please vote, share, comment and share the story with your friends!! You all rock and I owe you all the world for giving this story a chance to be popular! Thank you thank you thank you THANK YOU! Enough with my rambling! Here is the chapter most of you have been waiting on for a long time! Enjoy :) 

- Ki xoxo

From a distance I could see Turner's mansion glowing in the dark night. The front of his enormous home had those inviting lighting that attracted bodies like a moth to a flame. The street leading up to his home was lined and packed with cars on either side making it a challenge to even drive down the road. How many people were here? The whole town? After driving up and down the street once, I settled with parking my car way down the road to walk to Turner's. Trying to find something close just wasn't going to happen. I didn't mind giving myself the extra few minutes to prepare what I was even going to say to him when I saw him. Maybe, "Hey Damon I'm sorry I was a bitch," or "Damon I think I love you, do you still hate me?". The short drive over wasn't enough to boost my confidence evidently. The last time I had even talked to Damon was on the beach before he stormed off telling me he was going to dump me to the side anyway. I should have kept my mouth shut about everything, but honesty was the best policy right? In theory, maybe honesty was only the best policy in the movies when everything seemed to work out right somehow. 

Part of me was crushed with how the words rolled off his tongue so easily and simply. It was like  a line he had rehearsed over and over again to use in for every girl. The words had been so bland sounding as I listened to them. The feelings behind the phrase were nonexisitent, but still stung my ears with its sound. The other part of me knew he was putting up a front of some somesort. I had suspected he had used this line many times over and over again. I had told him about the plan simply because he deserved to know before I told him how I truly felt about him.  His reaction was partly what I expected because  I did expect him to be mad or disappointed or in some terms flat out offended. The goal was to break his heart, but not in the way I had. It was supposed to be harmless. A joke in a sense, break the heartbreaker's heart and he moves on and I move on. Easy enough right? He wasn't supposed to have feelings, but he did. I found there was so much more to him than anyone knew, there was more hiding behind him than I could have ever imagine and that is where I fell into a hole. 

 After seeing his reaction to Dallas tonight, I knew he cared. I knew by the way he couldn't peel his eyes away from us that it stung to see us together like that. If Damon hadn't cared like he said, it wouldn't have bothered him even in the slightest way that Dallas's lips were pressed against the very spot his had been. The very spot that drove me wild igniting a fire inside me that even the greatest of rain couldn't put out. If he didn't care, he would have been able to focus on his plays and catch the football to score the touchdown, but he didn't. He dropped the pass and I knew I had to leave. 

I approached the mansion getting anxious. I wandered if he was already here? The party had definitely already gotten started by the means of people I had already seen wandering around the mansion already drunk or starting to get drunk. There were a few walking up to the house as I was with their alcohol already in hand. I was going to need a little liquid encouragement before I faced Damon. I reached the front door and Turner appeared in the doorway as he always was. A great hostess of his own party as always. 

"Kam!" He yelled before pulling me into his muscular side to give me a side hug. 

I chuckled as he pulled me in, "Hey, great game." I had taken a liking to the brotherly protection Turner always possessed over me. 

"Thank you pretty lady," Turner grinned widely and I could already smell the cheap beer on his breath, "Listen, the party is really outside tonight because the house got trashed last time. So we got the music bumping out back and the kegs are out there too so go get yourself a cup or nine and have a hell of a time."