On the way home, I thought about what he had said about his company and how they were forcing him to constantly text us. However, I had no solid evidence that this was true; he could simply be covering something else up or making himself look innocent. Overall, he was a very suspicious guy. His car had no license plate - only temporary tags, and when he went to show his ID for his second beer, I noticed that the picture barely matched his physical identity. Throughout all our conversations that night, he cleverly avoided several of my prodding questions and simply declared that he was not permitted to answer for some of them.
I had hoped that by meeting him he might have fulfilled some sort of requirement that his company had mandated, but unfortunately, I had no such luck. The next day, he texted me asking when we could meet up again and also began texting Hannah again, claiming that she was pregnant and such. Damon also mentioned to her how he had enjoyed the night with me and thought I was super sexy. When I found out about that claim, I literally laughed aloud.
Every time he asked if he could come over to my house, I simply said no. I didn't know whether he had my address or not, but I assumed he did since he was able to access Hannah's. Sure enough, one day after school the doorbell rang, and there he was just standing there looking as if showing up to people's houses without their consent was an everyday thing.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I shouted in his face.
"Hello. I just thought I'd stop by for a visit. Can I come in?" Eh, what the hell.
"Yeah. But only for like five minutes tops. Got it?"
"Yeah."
I gave him a brief tour of the house and showed him our cats. Usually our big cat always scampers away from guests, but the little one will stick around to investigate. This time, both cats were terrified of him. What a surprise. After the abbreviated five minute tour I basically said to get out and not come back, especially if you are going to kept bugging me and my friend.
"Aw, babe. I'm not allowed back?" he sadly asked with a look of disappointed in his eyes.
"What was that you just called me? And no. Absolutely not."
"Aw, not even once? Or maybe we could go out again?" he pleaded.
"No. I'm sorry. I'm not interested. I really have to get going." I began walking toward the door he came in through as a cue that he should get his ass out of my house. He instinctively followed me but, instead of heading for the door, winded up heading straight for me. I was back against the door as far as possible, so I just stood there both curious and annoyed at what he would do next. His intentions soon became clear: he wanted to make out with me. As he brought his head closer to mine, I purposely stood there as awkwardly as possible and offered no eye contact whatsoever.
"Aw, c'mon babe. Don't you want me?"
I was considering ignoring him but decided to respond with, "Fuck no." I managed to bottle up so much strength and emphasis in those two little words that he left after that. About a half hour later, he texted me multiple times. First, he started by saying how hot and sexy I was, but then his texts began to grow venomous. He cussed at me and called me names for not making out with him and wanting him. Then, he threatened me for not responding to his texts. It was a simple message: "I will be back."
