Desperate Temptation

Chapter four

"You dumb hoer! Move out of the way!"  The girl in front of me, Nikki, pushed my shoulders so I was shoved on the wall.  Books and papers filled with doodles spilled out of my backpack.
I was angry, but this was nothing new.  Nikki always bullied me.
She flipped her blonde hair sassily and looked at me out of the corner of her icy blue eye with perfect makeup.  "That should teach you a thing or two about standing in my way again."  She suddenly looked down and saw one of the notebooks from my bag.  "Hey, what's this?"
"Hey, that's mine!"  I lunged for it angrily.  She stuck out her hand in front of me.  With the bother, she leader through the pages.
"Boring notes, blah blah blah . . . Ooh, what's this?"
"No!"  I reach out and try to knock it out of the grasp of her manicured nails, but she just swipes it away again.
She giggles and shows the page to her friends.  "Looks like somebody drew all over this page."
I feel my cheeks turn red.  I know what they're looking at.
Ever since I saw him last night, I couldn't stop drawing Damien.
His jawline, his hair, those dark, dark eyes . . . I wanted to run my fingers over them.
Nikki cackled with laughter in her perfect girl voice.  "Who's this?  You're boyfriend?"
Her friend group laughed along with her.  "Hey," said one of them.  "I think that guy's actually real!  I saw him once on the other side of town."
"Oh, really?"  She smiles evilly at me.  "I mean, I'd act all surprised and all, but this is nothing new for you."  She said, smiling evilly.  "He's much to hot for you.  Maybe I should find him for myself so he can see what a real girl is made of."
"You don't know him!"  I retort.  "But I do!  I've talked with him before!"
"There's a line that shouldn't be crossed with wishful thinking, hon.  A guy that hot wouldn't ever go out with a freak like you.  You should know that by now."
I scowled at her.  "Hey, you don't have a boyfriend either!"
She laughed merrily.  "That's because boys are so in love with me that they're scared to be rejected by me.  And it's obvious that I shouldn't have to ask someone, but I'll only date boys who who actually ask me out.  And, if they're hotties like Chris."  She sneeed.
"Don't bring Chris into this."  I growled.
"Wait, aren't you friends with him or something?"  She purses her pink lips.  "Don't get you're hopes up, hon.  He's just pretending to like you out of pity."  She tossed her highlighted hair with a satisfied sneee.
"You're wrong," said I.  "Chris and I . . . We know each other.  I know Chris like you never could." 
I could bring up the way Chris's eyes light up when he looks at me.  I could mention how he waved goodbye to me from the bus station.  I could mention how his fingers laced into mine when he held my hand.  I could mention our kiss . . . That warm summers day.  But seeing her face contort when I said that was way better.
Nikki cocked an eyebrow.  "Oh, please.  Don't flatter yourself, hon.  You're just making stuff up to try and make me jealous.  It'll take more than that.  Here.  Have your notebook back.  But don't cry when you notice that I've already snatched him up."
She turned on her high heel and strutted away with her friends, leaving me to pick up my stuff.
I slowly gathered my binders and pens back up into my backpack.  Last, I carefully smoothed out my notebook and slid it back in too.  I was late for class.  A tear slid down my cheek.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and continued walking down the hall.
Chris walked out of one of the classrooms, and seeing my face, stopped.  His expression fell.  His bright blue eyes darkened.  "Amber," he called my name.  "What happened?"  He reached out to me.
I don't know what came over me.  Any other day I would be happy to talk to him.  He was always there for me.  But I kept walking, faster, my head downwards, trying to hide the tears streaming down my face.  "I'm sorry, Chris," I said.  "I . . . I can't talk now."
"Wait, Amber, I . . ." His outstretched hand fell when I walked out the door.
My chest rose and fell as I walked toward the bus stop.  I knew who I wanted to see, and it wasn't Chris.
When the bus pulled up, I put on a strong face, and stepped on.
As the bus moved forward, I wiped the tears from my eyes.
As the bus stopped, I got off.  I looked in the direction I knew he would be in.  I just sort of . . . Knew.
And then, I saw him.
Him.  With his dark, dark eyes that flowed with intensity.  His storm of hair.  His slim, but muscled figure.  He was the one I wanted to see.  Not Chris, no one but him.  I can't explain why, just I feeling I got.
He was walking down the empty streets, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket.
"Hey," I called out to him.  He looked over his shoulder.
"It's you."
"Yeah," I said.  "I just . . . I wanted to talk to you."
"Me?"  He smirked.  "You don't even know my name."
"It's just a feeling.  I've been a little down lately."
He walked up to me.  "In that case, we should introduce ourselves.  I'm Damien."
"Amber," I replied.
Damien.  A fierce, wild name that played on my heart strings.  I felt a bird flap it's wings in my chest when he said it.
It started to rain.  We both looked up automatically, as the drizzled soaked us.
"Let's go somewhere else," said said, looking into my eyes.  I nodded, rain falling into my eyes.
He grabbed my wrist to lead me somewhere.  The warmth of his hand was comforting.
He led me to an old building with a porch and embroidered old wood.
"I always come here when I want to think about something."  He said.
"It's . . . Beautiful."  I replied.
We both sat on the dusty floor under the roof and looked out at the rain.
"I'm . . . Bullied a lot." I finally said.  "It's just something that happens to me now."
He looked over to me and I saw the concern glow in his dark eyes.
"I mean, I try not to let it hurt me, but sometimes . . . I feel so vulnerable, you know?"  I decide to not tell him about the drawings in the notebook.  "And I know it's weird that I'm telling you all this when I barely know you, but . . ." My voice trails off.  "Its crazy, isn't it?"
I start to cry again, and the tears roll down my cheeks like a waterfall.  I swallow and turn away, but he brings me back.
His voice is deep and gentle.  "There's a lot of crazy things in the world, believe me.  And you're definitely one of them.  But let me tell you this, Amber."  He leans in closer.  "The more I'm with you, the more drawn in by that crazy in you."
"Damien . . ."
He wipes a tear from my face.  "You're absolutely insane, Amber."
I don't know what came over me, maybe his eyes had put me in a dark trance.  But when I leaned forward and let my lips meet his, it just felt so right.
He pulled me in closer with his hand, the other wrapping around my waist.  I leaned into the passion, breathing heavily, cheeks flushing.  I lace my fingers in his hair.
The rain encases us, running down our faces and our hair.  My tears flow away.

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