EMILY

The Boyfriend

Emily's POV

After changing into shorts and a T-shirt, I returned to my room to sleep but jumped in surprise when I found Damien inside, flopped on my study table and reading out of a magazine.

"Hi." I forced a smile n my face, despite the fact that his presence in my room at that time in the night scared me.

"Hi." he smiled as his eyes raked over my body cladded in minimal clothing. I gulped, feeling uncomfortable all of sudden.

'He is your boyfriend. You don't need to be uncomfortable around him.' I told myself.

I sat down on the bed and watched as he sat down beside me. "I came to give you this." he pulled a box out of his jeans pocket.

Smiling, I opened it and my jaw hanged open when I found a necklace inside. It was a silver chain with a white teardrop pendant, delicate and extremely beautiful.

"Its... It's so beautiful." I whispered, touching the pendant gently.

"May I?" he asked. I nodded and angled my neck. He put the necklace around my neck, his fingers grazing the nape of my neck gently. After he was done, I felt his lips on the side of my neck, so soft and gentle that I couldn't help but sigh.

Closing my eyes, I let him do what he was doing. His lips trailed upwards to my ear and he bit the earlobe softly. After the soft bite, his tongue licked the sensitive flesh while his other hand slowly trailed under my shirt. My heart was beating fast, not as fast as Justin made it beat.

What the fudge? Why did his name cross my mind when I was in an intimate moment with Damien?

"What happened?" Damien asked when I suddenly pulled away.

"Um... I... Sorry." I said and rested my head back against him. He started kissing the side of my cheeks again but this time, I was really uncomfortable with it. His lips didn't feel right, his hands on my waist didn't feel right, his hard contours against mine didn't feel right.

So I once again pulled myself away from him. A frown appeared on his face as he watched me with disappointment in his eyes. "I'm sorry Damien. I just... Can we please just sleep?"

He swallowed hard and I feared that he might get angry but he didn't. Instead he just smiled and lay down on the bed, pulling his arm out for me. When I lay down beside him, he wrapped his arms around my waist, making me feel all fuzzy and warm.

I knew one thing. Justin would never be able to give me respect like Damien. With him, it felt like I was on a roller coaster of emotions, grief, excitement, anxiety, anger, embarrassment, attraction. You never know what was going to happen next. But with Damien, it was like a steady car ride. I knew each and every turn, I knew his speed, I knew his way of driving. Everything was predictable. Normal and predictable.

'And boring.' the annoying voice in my head said which I ignored.

...

The next day, I woke up early in the morning and decided to go for a jog. Damien was still sleeping in my bed, hugging me closer to his body so I had to be careful not to wake him up. Inhaling the fresh air, I jogged towards the playground near the school. The muscles of my legs stretched as I run fast, listening to Coldplay songs on my iPod.

My breaths came out as gasps when I finally reached the ground. Sitting on a nearby desk, I took some deep breaths and observed the people around me. At one corner, there were two girls playing with a football. I remember when Chloe and I were a kid. We used to come here and play for an hour in the evening, with few other friends.

Averting my eyes from them, I looked towards the other corner of the ground where a certain boy was already looking at me. It was Justin, dressed in a tight sweatpants and fitted T-shirt that hugged each hard contour of his body.

Blood rushed to my cheeks and I instantly stood up and made my way out of the ground. I heard footsteps behind me, his footsteps, so I increased my pace and started running. With my increased speed, the pace of the footsteps also increased and before I knew it, he gripped my wrist and dragged me to a deserted street, pinning me to the wall.

"What the hell are you doing Justin?" I growled but my voice died when I found his face inches away from mine.

"Are you still going to prom with that jerk? After everything that I told you." he gritted but I was too shocked to respond. His scent was making it harder for me to speak and so was the light freckles on his cheeks.

"H.. He is my boyfriend. Of course I'm going with him." I said, keeping my voice straight.

He stepped closer, if that was even possible. "He doesn't give two fucks about you. All he wants is to screw you."

I winced at his words and tried to push him away. "You are crazy Justin. You are trying to make him look bad in my eyes just so you could get the satisfaction of insulting me once more." I said in an aggravated tone.

"Crazy? I'm crazy? Are you too dense to understand that he is trying to--"

"See. Insults. You are a bitter person Justin and I'm happy that I'm done with your drama." I said.

'No, you are not.' my inner voice countered.

Hurt flashed over his beautiful face and my heart ached for him a little. He pulled away and ran his fingers through his brown locks, his eyes brimming with sadness. "How can I make you understand?" his voice was barely above a whisper, desperate and exhausted.

"There is nothing to understand." I said and stepped away from him. I knew I was being too harsh but I couldn't hear another word against Damien. He was too good to be called a liar and a fraud.

"He... He is not the right person for you." he murmured while his Adam's apple moved up and down.

"Then who is?" I asked defensively.

His face showed the answer. There was longing in his eyes, something I had always dreamed of seeing, something I was sure I would never see in these gorgeous brown orbs of his. And now when it was here, the only thing I could do was to walk away.

So that's what I did. I walked away and he didn't stop me this time.

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