SHAMELESS ✔(Damian Wayne Fanfic)

SHAMELESS

Dedicated to; @Hotspy097.

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THE NEXT DAY              Valarie's POV

I was feeling good this morning and I had no idea why. I went to sleep feeling accomplished and something else...but I don't know what. Waking up was the same but I was feeling the need to dress like I needed to impress. Maybe my family's is out there watching maybe their spirit is telling me I should. Cameras could be around today...like they are everyday.

"Which sweater Casper?" I ask turning to him as I hold up two sweaters. "Mustard sand storm or ocean turquoise?"

He meows in response and lays back down on my bed. I shake my head and choose the turquoise one to match my skater black skirt.

"I would ask should I straighten my hair but you wouldn't answer either." I say slipping on my clothes. "So, I'm gonna do it anyway."

Heading for the bathroom I turn on the straightener and play some music while I start to section off my hair. I swayed my hips to the music and laughed as Casper swayed his tail along with me. I felt like today was going to a good day and I couldn't wait for it to begin. Hopefully that jerk shows up and if he's smart I'm sure he will. 

After I placed the flat iron on the last section of my hair, I combed through it with my fingers and looked at myself in the mirror. I tied it in a low ponytail that was pretty loose and put on a headband to keep it out of my face as I put on some makeup. Just as I was adding on some highlighter my phone rang. 

"Hello?" I say into the speaker pausing my music. 

"Woman, hurry up. It's almost noon. Why're you taking so long to put on some clothes." 

I let out a scoff as a small smile landed on my face. Smugly and while laughing a bit at Damian I said,

"Wow, you actually have a brain in there. Smart choice Mr.Wayne." 

I heard him let out a frustrated sigh and then he said, 

"I'm outside and you have two minutes. I don't know about you but I would like to be on time and get this day over with." 

"Of course." I replied with a small laugh. I swallowed and said, "I'll be done in two then you can explain to me how you got my number." 

"Whatever. Just hurry up before I leave you. And grab that dress from the other night." 

With that he hung up and I placed my phone in my purse. Casper meowed as I checked myself in the mirror. I usually didn't pay much attention to my appearance. I did but...never this much. I put on clothes that matched the day ahead of me. 

Just as I was about to slide on my leggings there was a raging knock on my door. Quickly putting them on and grabbed my purse along my ruined dress from the other night, rushed down the steps and opened the door. With his arms folded and leaning against the door frame stood Damian. In his fitted black shirt and jeans with a hard face to match it. 

"Two minutes was up a long time ago. What is taking so long." he asked me and I averted my gaze up to his eyes. 

"I was still getting dressed." I retort and I guessed he sensed my attitude by the way he looked at me up and down like he was questioning my outfit. 

"See through leggings and a crop top. You aren't dressed at all." 

I scowled at him and flipped him off. He scoffed and shook his head at me as I put on my shoes. He shouldn't be questioning my outfit at all. Who wears a tight shirt that clings to there body. Every mussel could be seen through that black t-shirt. I gulped and imagined tracing my fingers over it. Biting my upper lip to keep it from opening and saying something I let out a small sigh and stood up.

"Try not to damage anything. It's a new car ok." Damian said as we walked outside. In my driveway was a nice dark grey corvette stingray.

I wanted to scoff out loud at him. A car is a car and like me he has the money to by another one and most likely a garage full of them. The fact that he still looks at me as a child is vexing and made every nerve in my body twitch with anger. I didn't say anything but gave him a pathetic smile and hopped in the back, setting my purse and dress on the seat. I had it wrapped in plastic because I was planning on taking it to the dry cleaners. why he asked me to bring it, I don't know.

"Why did I bring this exactly." I asked motioning towards my dress as he started the car.

"We are taking it to the dry cleaners." he replied as we pulled out of the drive way

Damian POV

"Ok." She replied and I let out a breath. 

That feeling I got yesterday is back. That stupid feeling in my stomach. I don't know what it is or how it got there in the first place but it's back. It started when I saw her in the  kitchen last night and it keeps eating at me.

"At least turn on the radio or hand me the aux cord." She says interrupting my thoughts making me look to the side, eyeing her.

I let out a chuckle and see her face scrunch up from the rear view mirror. She looked annoyed and I was enjoying it.

"What music do you listen to." I asked  continuing to drive.

Clearing her throat she replied, "This and that. Like...My chemical Romance, Ed Sheeran and a little bit of Luke Hemming and Sam Hunt."

I roll my eyes and scoff.

"Terrible. What kind of bull shit is that? Wheres the culture?"

"What do you mean, culture?!" she giggles as she slings her curls out of her face.

"Have you ever just listened to the music. Without words?" I asked

"You mean...instrumentals?"

"Yeah. Instrumentals."