The Real-ationship
"Are you okay?" Emy heard Damon's question.
She was walking ahead of him, her mind completely blank. Everything seems to happen so fast that it became so hard to comprehend.
"Emily." she stopped when she heard Damon called her by her first name. "Are you okay?" he asked for the second time.
"Why do you like me?" she asked with her eyes pooled with tears.
"I like you, you're beautiful, sexy, pretty, kind.." his eyes were looking at the sky, clearly thinking of many adjectives.
"Stop blabbering." she hissed.
"In time, you'll know why I like you." he said and took a step closer to her. Then he touched her cheek and slowly, his face came down to hers.
Emy closed her eyes, anticipating for a kiss but nothing came to her lips.
Then she heard a chuckle. "I'm not going to kiss you until you dry those tears away and I'm not going to kiss you when I know Tommie is in your head."
She opened her eyes and saw Damon with, what she thinks, a bitter smile. Then he wiped her tears away with his thumbs. Emy felt emotionally safe with him. She should have met this man earlier than Tommie. Maybe then, she wouldn't be hurting and confused. She felt Damon's hand entwined with hers and they started walking again. This time, he let him lead the way.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Uhh, to our English class. We're already late." Damon smirked. "Hmm, were you expecting somewhere else?" then he winked.
"Ugh shut up!" she smiled and ran, pulling Damon with her.
"Miss Hest and Mister Caine, twenty minutes late? Where have you been?" their professor acknowledged their arrival in a harsh way.
"We went to the library, sir." Emy nervously said an alibi.
"Together? Don't use the library as your dating place." their professor stated which created an awkward atmosphere in the class.
"Won't happen again, sir." Damon answered jokingly and everyone laughed at the small joke.
Their professor let out a smirk, "You two, take your seat before I mark your attendance, absent."
The both of them hurriedly took their seat. Emy can clearly see Bret's teasing look. Emily secretly looked at Damon, for some reasons, she felt better. It felt like Damon knows the right words to say to make her feel okay.
She saw Damon scribbling something on a piece of paper. She thought he was just taking notes but then he handed it to her and it says, I hope my handsome face is satisfying your eyes. xoxo
Emy quickly turned her head to their professor who is busy lecturing about verbs and tenses. She could feel herself blushing and she can hear her heart beating so loud, almost like it is connected into a speaker.
She let herself calm down and decided to steal another glance at Damon only to see that he's staring at her completely, with his head tilted to her direction and his left arm supporting his head, like a boy in a lazy afternoon daydream. "Hi.." Damon mouthed.
She did not respond and again, looked at the professor and pretended to listen. Damon became her greatest distraction.
"Do you want to come in?" Emy asked Damon. They're standing at Emy's porch. Damon's hands are pocketed in his jeans.
"Umm, I'm good." he said and let out a dashing smile, it wasn't really that dashing, but maybe Emy was just exaggerating everything she see on Damon.
