My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

11|"i really don't understand"

| Beth |

Damien stood me up. He left me. I swear I waited in that food court mall for 2 hours, just for him. I spammed him with text messages and calls, but no answer.

The plan I made was to meet at 6, but it's now currently 8:12. Damien never exactly specified if he was going, but he never specified he wasn't. He didn't say anything.

"Fuck you," I muttered under my breath as I stared at Damien's contact.

I stood up from my seat in the busy mall, pissed, wanting to leave. I walked angrily to the parking garage back to my car.

Some jack ass was sitting on the front hood my car.

"Hey, dumb ass! That's my car!" I shouted at the guy, twice as pissed.

The guy with an oversized black hoodie on turned around and got up from sitting on the hood of my car with a wide eyed look. Damien. I don't know why, but a small smile formed on my face once I saw him.

"Nice to see you show up," Damien said as he put his hands into his sweatshirt.

I looked Damien up and down. He was wearing a black adidas sweat shirt with black adidas joggers. My eyes went back to his eyes, and one of them had a dark tint to it. Oh yeah, I punched him in the face earlier today.

I scoffed, "Excuse the fuck out of me? I've been here since 6!"

Damien's brow furrowed, "So have I?!"

"Bullshit, Damien! Like you'd wait that long for me! I called you so many times. But, too bad I'm leaving now!" I shouted at him.

Damien rolled his eyes, "I didn't bring my phone, but whatever."

"Wait, no! I deserve one hell of an explanation about that text!" I yelled.

Immediately, Damien's eyes shot to the ground. He scratched the back of his head and tapped his foot.

"Can we... go somewhere private... in case you lose you shit?" Damien muttered.

I raised my brow, "Okay? Let's just sit in my car."

God, how bad could this be?

I unlocked my car and I took my seat in the drivers spot and Damien took his in the passenger seat.

"Okay, explanation time," I said.

"You're gonna hate them," Damien sighed under his breath.

"Just spit it out ass clown," I slightly raised my voice.

"Grayson and Ethan texted me on your phone, posing as you, telling me to meet up with you in the middle of the night in the school parking lot. Obviously, I'd want to see you, so I showed up, and so did the twins. They began to tell me that I'm not allowed to have any contact with you. Then they took my phone and sent you that text acting like it was me-"

I interrupted him, "You're so full of shit, Damien!"

Grayson and Ethan would never do that to me. They're my best friends, who constantly protect me from getting hurt. Why would they intentionally hurt me? Exactly, they wouldn't.