One Last Rose

Chapter 5 - Suspicions

A/N: Hello dear readers, my update has been delayed because of the holidays, I'm sorry! But here you go, have fun and please leave a comment and share your opinion!

Damon's pov

The next day I waited for Keith at the schoolgates. My hand were sweaty and my thoughts were all over the place. Would it have been over the top? How would he react? Would he suspect me?

My breath stopped as I saw Keith. I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. I put on a relaxed smile as he his eyes widen a bit in suprise when he saw me.

"Hey Damon, I thought you were sick." He said happily suprised. "I told you I felt better." I said with a smirk. "Ooh, that's right." He said and I saw his thoughts trailing off.

I looked at his face. His eyes were puffy and the bags underneath his eyes were dark. I felt bad, I knew the rose was what made him skip half of his nightrest.

Yet I managed to stay quiet. I wouldn't say anything so he wouldn't get suspicious. Classes started and I saw how he was having a hard time to stay awake and I felt terrible.

I kept my promise till thirth class. "Keith, are you okay?" His head snapped up from his desk and he looked at me. "Huh? Oh yes I'm fine. Just a bit tired." He replied with a yawn. I nodded, not knowing if I was disapointed or relieved he didn't mention the rose.

I glanced at him when his head sank back on the desk. He was beautiful. His hair was messy as always and I had the urge to dig into it with my hands. His skin looked so soft, I wished I could touch it, feel it, love it.

I snapped out of it when the bell rang. What a fool I was! What if he found out? What if it would all repeat itself? I shivered in fear and wanted to beat myself up for acting out of an impuls. How could I've been this stupid?

"Damon, uuh, it's Friday, would you like to come over and stay for dinner?" Keith asked friendly. I couldn't say no. "Of course!" I said smiling. The rest of the day I was nervous as hell, what if he suspected me? I shook my head to ge a grip. Stop acting like this, it'll only make you look more suspicious.

At Keiths his mother was as welcoming as always. "Damon! How lovely you're here! How are you doing sweetheart? Keith told me you were sick yesterday." I smiled as she gave me a hug. Keith smirked as he looked at me over his mothers shoulder.

"I'm fine now, miss Rich." "Oh please, how many times I have to say you can call me Carol." She said pinching my cheeks playful. I laughed and after a drink Keith and I went upstairs.

As soon as I saw the rose on his desk I tried to put on a poker face. I couldn't let anything get trough. "So what's with the rose?" I asked and immediately regretted it. Keiths eyes grew twice as big as he rushed over to his desk and tried to hide the rose.

"Nothing!" He said as he flushed red. Inside I was relieved, but I made sure my face revealed nothing. Instead I put on a smirk. "Ah, does our little Keith have a secret admirer?" I asked playfully.

His cheeks became even more red, it was so f*cking adorable! I laughed at his face. "It's okay you can tell me." I said trying to gain his trust to actually tell me. He seemed to relax a bit.

Eventually he sighed and looked at the rose in his hand. "This was in front of my door yesterday with a letter attached to it. No name but I think it might me be from Riley, or a stupid prank." He said. I nodded understanding.

"What was in the letter?" I asked with a plain face. Of course I knew exactly what it said, but wanted to see his reaction. "It was quite... romantic I guess?" His cheeks flushing red again.