The Badass Behind The Girl: The Choice of Love

Chapter Eighteen

I got to the dorm and immediately started to throw all of my clothes out on my bed. What to wear? I thought to myself and I felt my eyes gravitate towards my net top and pink polka dot shorts. Happy with my decision I focused on what to wear underneath it. I knew that we were gonna get wet even though we're not supposed to but screw it; we like to get wet. It makes the activity fun. I chose my white bikini with silver buckles. I knew that if I took my top off then my scar would show but I didn't care. I was proud of my scar. It represents that I survived whatever the world has thrown at me and I will fight whatever else it has in store for me. I went ahead and started to do what I needed to.

Fully dressed and equipped I walked out of my dorm and closed the door. When I turned around I let out a short scream. "What the hell?" Damon stood on the step of my dorm and looked at me with a blank expression, "you should seriously consider making a sound or something because I swear you are going to give me heart palpitations." I said and walked past him.

"Sorry." Was all he said and followed me. He caught up with me and matched my pace.

"You seem to be saying that a lot lately." I commented but kept my gaze forward.

"Yeah, well I keep messing up lately." He replied and I snorted.

"Yeah, I've noticed." I turned onto the path that lead us to the lake and kept quiet. Thankfully Damon did too. While he was deep in thought I looked over at him and let my eyes roam every inch of him. 

He wore a white shirt that hugged his body perfectly and black board shorts that ended just above his knee. His legs were well muscled and toned and disappeared into a pair of black converse. My eyes drifted upwards again and found his face; perfect jaw, high cheekbones... I captured every sense of him until I found his eyes. Eyes so grey that it could be a whole new shade and... they were looking at me.

Heat invaded my cheeks and I shot my gaze forward. This is not a good start, I thought and flinched, I'm suppose to be a good girlfriend and yet I'm ogling another guy. But he's supposedly my mate and from what I know; I'm entitled to do so. No! I will not do anything that will- my thoughts were cut off when my hair came undone.

Great, I thought and pulled my scrunchie off. My hair fell done and I noticed it grew another couple inches. "My hair grew again! Seriously, I swear if it grows any more I'm going to cut it all off."  I said in irritation and bent forward to let it fall forward. I gathered it all up and stood up again. As I tied it my scrunchie broke. It fell to the ground and I groaned. "My day just keeps getting better and better... no! New page, new start, not thinking about the past, it's blank, live in the moment..." I said as I closed my eyes and let my hair fall down. I picked up my scrunchie and dusted it off.

I resumed walking and noticed Damon wasn't walking. I turned around and saw him standing there looking at me with admiration in his eyes. "How do you do it?" he asked.

"Do what?"

"How do you block out everything that happened not so long ago? Not everybody can do it." He said and I shrugged. "I've had a lot of time to perfect it, I guess. Having an abusive stepdad can really enable a person to do things a normal person couldn't. Oh and Damon?" I called and he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not everybody." I turned and carried on walking towards the lake.

"No, you are most certainly not." He said and caught up with me again. He was walking dangerously close to me. I knew he was trying to give me space but his wolf was pushing him to stand close to me. He had to do it or his wolf would drive him mad until he did.

We got to the lake and I gasped. "I swear this place gets even more beautiful every time I come here. No wonder this is my most favorite place in this camp. Damon, look at how the sun shines off the water." I said, walked to him, grabbed his arm and pulled him to where I was standing before.