Speed of Sound

Chapter 20 - All these thoughts locked inside

Title Credit: It Ends To night The All-American Rejects 

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I managed to get the project done by Thursday night thanks to Damien. But still, I was suffocating. I had absolutely no idea what triggered those emotions; why I felt so anxious and worried. I had to assume that it was because I was supposed to talk to Cleo that night.

I had to do it, no matter how I felt. If I didn't and she found out by herself things would be worse and she will have any right to be mad at me. At least that way, I hoped that she will be happy for me.

I was trying to get dressed but my mind wouldn't stay focused even for a minute. I wasn't even able to pick a top or a dress to wear. I managed to get my mind together enough to wear my skinny jeans.

Then it took me another ten minutes between irrational thoughts of Cleo's overreaction and me telling Damien that I love him, just to pick a plain white top to wear. Thankfully, after picking an outfit, my hands found the right accessories on their own, because my mind was again lost.

Once my mobile rang, signaling Max's arrival, I decided to just relax and be there for Cleo. My friend had just broken up with her boyfriend and needed me. I took a deep breath and left my renovated garage to meet the twins that were waiting outside, in Max's car. Damien was coming with his own friends. He had told me that only Matt, the guy that stayed with us at their summerhouse and also his best friend, knew about our relationship.

I was acting like a clown for Cleo the whole night; never left her alone; talked to her all the time. If it was one thing I knew about loud music was that it was helping you get lost within your own thoughts and I didn't want her to wallow and feel sad.

I could also feel Damien's eyes glued me and I'm positive that if Cleo wasn't so caught up in her heartache she would have noticed too. Especially when after three drinks, he decided to move closer.

At first he started teasing his sister and then me. I was just glaring at him. Until, as he was standing in front of me with his whiskey and cigarette in his left hand, he put his right arm around my waist and pulled me into his arms.

I didn't react; even when I noticed we wore matching clothes and a goofy smile threatened to escape my lips. I just stood there awkwardly as I would have done if this happened three months ago. When I realized that he wasn't intending to let me go any time soon, I pushed away from him. He smiled and leaned closer. I froze; scared he was going to kiss me right in front of Cleo.

He moved slightly to the right and kissed my cheek before leaving us and returned to Matt. I had to take a big sip of my drink in order to recover. I glanced at Cleo and she was looking around the club. I nudged her and she gave me a weak smile. I moved closer to her and put my arm around her.

"It's going to be okay."

"Eventually," she replied.

I let her go and turned to my original position, where I could see Damien's and Matt's sides; Max and some of their friends were facing towards us girls. And there, before my two eyes a tall brunette with endless bare legs poked Damien on his arm. He turned his back at me and hugged her. I tried not to be paranoid but I couldn't help but narrowing my eyes at the pair when the girl put her arms around Damien and kissed his neck.

I brought my phone to my right hand and typed "Blood will be spilled." and send it to Max. I watched him as he read it and a smirk appeared on his lips. In the mid time the girl moved her arm on Damien's lower back. I didn't want to stay and watch if Max will show Damien the text.

"Let's go outside," I told Cleo and grabbed her hand. I only took a quick glance at her confused face as I walked past her and led the way outside the club.