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CHAPTER-18 BEING FRIENDLY

POV : Damian

I put on my favourite leather jacket.

Well, hell. Monday mornings just suck, but then again today will be different, after all someone owes me A DATE.

As I walked down the stairs I thought about Friday, why I acted the way I did.

Maybe I deserve 'Jerk of the Bloody year award', but it was all too much for me to take.

Me being me, I never do stuff like what I did the other night and all those weird feelings I had, it just got to me. That's not me. I don't feel such things for any girl, isn't it always the other way around... I guess that was what freaked me out. I usually don't dish out the cold shoulder unless the person reaches my to-be-killed-the-next-moment list.

I don't like taking chances, I never do.

I don't know why, but my heart says maybe she is different, maybe and I repeat, just maybe she is worth it and for once in my life I did what my heart was telling me to do.

After all we are what we pretend to be.

When realization dawned on me. (My realisation being how much of a dick I was).

I went straight to the only person I could convince to help me...

Captain Jade and that's how I got my hands on Grenade's address, she deserved an apology.

But things didn't go the way I thought they would.

Hell.

I got slapped twice.

So it was all worth it.

Kindly note the sarcasm.

I decided and convinced myself that this once, I'm going to give it a chance, just let it go with the flow, whatever comes my way I'll let it happen.

Then I saw her dash out of her place and noticed that something was wrong.

Her puffy eyes and tired look said it all. When she sat in my car, my curiosity just flew out of bounds.

I don't know why but I just didn't like to see her cry.

Ever.

I'm being such a sappy girl, I need to get laid!

And nothing is ever gonna happen between Ashleigh and me, at least not from my side.

She surely has a thing for me, but then doesn't every girl?

With that wicked thought I drove off to school where my sexy date was strutting her stuff.

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As I entered school I parked my baby and took off for class.

I entered my English lit classroom, which I coincidentally share with Grenade.

Speaking of whom, where was she? I looked around the classroom.

Some of the girls threw winks and kisses at me, whatever.

Sayonara blondie, I thought snorting at the last girl.

If Ashleigh ditches me today...

I was already planning my revenge.

I was quickly pulled out of my evil thoughts involving whips and ice-cream by a voice that belonged to none other than the troublemaker/wingman.

Hoot for Bryce.

"Hey babe!" he winked with a smirk my way.

Jeez what is this now. I always knew he banged girls.