Breakable

Chapter 9

  Forgotten Period Junior Year of high school; 14 days until the beginning  

I pull my phone out of my pocket, checking the screen the way I've been all morning.But only the time and my lock screen flash back at me. I shove it back into my pocket and continue staring out at the school parking lot. It's foggy outside, and everything blurs into a sheet of white. I can feel the dampness pressing my clothes slick to my skin, and I try to hold back the shivers. Damion is standing next to me, one arm around my waist, holding me close. His eyes cast a subtle threat to everyone who walks past, daring them to stare.

Angelique hasn't been answering my texts.

It's the day after our date night, and I had texted her before I went to bed, asking how things went with Zander, waiting for her to respond so I could spill the details of what happened between me and Damion. But she never responded. She didn't even read it.

The warning bell rings from within the school walls, and Damion tugs on my wrist. I anxiously looked around the parking lot one last time, before turning and rushing to class.

The rest of the school day dragged. I sat at my desk in every class, staring out the window or at my phone. I sent her a couple more texts, but still no response. Something is definitely wrong. Angelique is practically married to her phone, and it never leaves her side. So the fact that she didn't read my text, or even update her twitter, has me worried.

Finally, the last bell rings, and I rush out of my class and through the school doors, not even bothering to stop at my locker. I reach Damion's car, and jump from foot to foot impatiently, waiting for him to get here. Finally, he's walking over, and he arches an eyebrow at me.

"For once you beat me to the car, I'm impressed," he says with a lazy smile, but I'm not in the mood for teasing.

"Please take me to Angeliques," I say, grabbing his arm.

His smile fades into a small frown.

"Has she still not responded?"

"No, and I'm really scared that something happened to her Damion."

He twirls his keys on his finger as he walks to the driver side of the car.

"Cam, you realize she probably just came down with a cold, or maybe she's just not in the mood for texting right now. I'm sure you have nothing to worry about."

"Please," I beg, and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"Alright, get in the car."

I hop in quickly, and his wheels screech as he pulls out of his parking spot. The car ride consists of me checking my phone over and over. I probably should've called her mom to make sure they weren't busy before showing up, but she always said that I was welcome over whenever I wanted.

A few minutes later and we are sitting in her driveway.

"Do you want me to wait for you out here?" Damion asks, staring out the windshield at her front door.

"You don't have to. I'll probably either stay the night to walk over when I'm done. I know you have an essay you need to get done."

He looks over at me and he grins at me, leaning in for a quick kiss. My lips meet his, expecting a quick peck. He has other plans, as his hands grab my head and pull me in for a deeper kiss. The intensity should've scared me, but the feel and smell of him pressed against me was intoxicating and flushed away any other thoughts.

I was the one to push him away, and I leaned back as his head still hovered over me. He opened his eyes and looked at me through dark lashes, his green eyes sparkling with emotion.