The Mute & The Bad Boy

Chapter 8-Great. I'm the cornered prey

I decided I was going to have Megan drive me to campus today since she had the day off. She usually works at a bowling alley when she isn't partying.

Damian was trying to convince me to let him drive me to campus. I wasn't having it. I may be feeling better, but I'm still pretty pissed.

"Come on. Just let me drive you." He says. We were outside now and the sun was finally starting to come up.

'No thank you.' I sign and turn away.
"She said—" "I think I figured it out." Damian snaps, cutting Megan off. Me, being the most mature lady I am, sticks my tongue out and pulls on my lower eyelid.

"Whatever, just..." He sighs. "Don't make me say it again."

I raise an eyebrow. I'm listening.
"Treble, I'm sorry for referring to you as if you were an object. Will you please ride on my motorcycle with me?"

Megan nudges me and I roll my eyes. 'I'll think about it.' I sign. 'While Megan drives me to campus.' Megan translates and I turn on my heel to walk to Megan's red convertible, when I'm lifted off of the ground.

I swear if I could scream, I would.

Damian has me over his shoulder and is carrying me in the direction of his motorcycle. This reminds me of last night. Princess Fiona was in this exact situation. I used to think she was being snobby, but now I really feel for the poor girl.

Once he puts me down, I punch him. "Ow?" He asks me.

If I fake left and go right, maybe he'll be too shaken up to catch me. Strategized my brain. I'm about to put my plan into action, when I hear the engine revving.

"Do you want to be late again?" Damian questions with a smirk. I check the time. Damnit! Only ten minutes left to get to class.

Upset, I climb onto the motorcycle but keep my hands behind my back. I can see Damian's growing disappointment as we pull out of the parking lot and head to campus.

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Stupid teacher. Stupid Damian. Stupid project.

The whole class consisted of Damian passing notes to me and him poking me in the side. On top of that, we have to work in pairs on a project about old classical music or opera. I'm not very strong on those subjects.

Pulling out my phone, I texted Damian. 'I'd appreciate it if you could take me home. I can't start on the project right now but Friday's good for me. How about you?'

Reading my text, Damian nods and stands up. As we walk out of class, he slings his arm around my shoulders and asks, "Are you busy this whole week?" But before I can answer, a tall body slams into me from behind, causing me to fall to the ground.

When I open my eyes, I see the dirty blonde hair that I've run my hands through so many times before. Then the faint green eyes that I used to fantasize about for hours on end. Finally I realize that Dren has knocked me down and was still on top of me, staring.

"Treble," He breaths softly, the minty air fanning across my face. We continued staring at each other until suddenly, he was ripped away from me and my hungry eyes.

Damian had kicked Dren off of me and was now helping me up. I was still shocked that Dren actually spoke to me. He hadn't spoken to me since our break up.