Is This Real?

Chapter 4

"Why did you follow me?" I asked.
"Just let me explain, ok?" Damon asked.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked.
"You're not gonna stop until I answer, are you?" He asked.
"Why did you follow me?" I asked again.
"Well, that answers my question. Bella, I followed you because I was worried, ok?" He said.
"Why would you be worried about me?" I asked.
"Because, you're special." He said, smiling.
"Wait, I can't think when you do that." I said.
"Do what?" Damon asked.
"Smile at me like that." I said.
He smiled at me like he normally does.
I rolled my eyes at him.
"Seriously, though, why did you follow me? Why are you worried?" I asked.
"Well the first reason is what I just said, you're special." He said.
"And the second reason?" I asked.
"You're very stubborn, aren't you?" He said.
"You didn't answer the question." I said.
"Fine. I was wondering if you knew about... never mind." Damon said.
"About you being a vampire and drinking my blood?" I said.
"Bella, I'm not the one drinking your blood, ok? I am a vampire but I would never drink your blood." He said.
"Then who did?" I asked.
"It was my brother, Stefan. He's been in this crazed blood thirst lately. He came here looking for me and I guess he saw me talking to you." He said.
"Is he coming back?" I asked.
"No, not that I'm aware of. His girlfriend, Elena, called him. He went back to Mystic Falls." Damon said.
"Good." I said.
"Yeah." He said.
"So, what do you wanna do? You know, I didn't ditch for nothing." I said.
"Well, we're on a beach. Shall we walk and talk?" He asked, smirking.
"Sure." I said, smiling.
We walked on the beach, holding hands, telling each other those get-to-know-me facts.
"So, how old are you?" I asked. Part of me didn't want to know but part of me did.
"Nineteen." Damon said.
"No, your real age." I said.
"Bells, you don't wanna know. Let's just stick with nineteen and hot, ok?" He asked.
I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Fine. I'm one hundred seventy four." He said.
"Well." I said.
"Yeah." He said.
"I'm seventeen." I said.
Damon laughed.
I saw Jacob ahead and I felt panicky. Damon's a vampire and Jacob's a werewolf. Aren't they suppose to be archenemies?
"Let's turn around." I said.
"Is it because that big guy that thinks he's scary is starring at us?" He asked.
"He's my friend but he's, well, let's just say, overprotective." I said.
We turned around and I glanced back at Jacob. He was following us... oh god.