Accidents II

Chapter 8

Mia's POV

I shift around and realize I'm sleeping on a comfy sofa. My eyes open finding myself still in Damon's apartment. I probably fell asleep by hugging him for so long that I don't even remember letting go of him.

I get up and the blanket falls off of me. I realize my high-heel boots are off. Damon must've took them off while I fell asleep because last time I checked I never took them off.

My feet lead me to Damon's room. I'm guessing it's his room of how empty it is. I jump and plop myself onto his bed, his sheets smell just like him, a tint of mint and cologne.

When I look onto his night stand I find a familiar book. It's pride and prejudice. Why does he have this? It's the same one from the library. A smile appears on my face. He has a yellow sticky note on one of the chapters—

"Mia," I hear Damon's deep voice coming through the kitchen.

I quickly put back the book on the night stand and get up off the bed but when I run out of the room I bump into him.

"What're you doing?" He drops his gym bags.

"I was just wandering around," I tell him.

He looks at me for awhile which gets me a little nervous. I hope he doesn't get mad that I was snooping in his room.

"I brought food, it's in the kitchen," he says.

I sigh in relief, "Good, I'm starving," I walk towards the kitchen and sit on one of the stools while opening the brown bag that has burgers and fries in it. I grab the burger out and nearly devour it.

He puts his keys on the counter and pulls out a stool to sit on right across from me and grabs out his burger that was in the bag. I can tell he's watching me eat which makes me want to smile when I see the corner of his lips slighty lift.

"Where did you go?" I ask Damon.

"Practice," he takes a big bite out of his burger.

"Practice? For what?" I toss a fri into my mouth.

"Football,"

"You're trying out for football? Since when?"

"I got convinced," he tells me.

I'm surprised. But I'm happy for him. I'm glad he's doing something like this. He needs to try new things—he needs to participate in things like this because i think it'll be good for him. I just never thought Damon would do this at all even if he had to. I'm so happy for some reason that the huge smile on my face won't go just by looking at him.

"No," i sarcastically say. "Who convinced you, only I can do that,"

"The chancellor. I didn't actually want to play football but something came up," he blankly stares at the counter, "I thought I was never gonna see you again, I needed a distraction,"

Something hits me right through the chest. I swallow and can't keep my vulnerability closed by the way i keep looking at him.

I grab Damon's fries and shove them in my mouth just to annoy him and at least change this dull subject.

"You have your own," Damon smiles at me.

"I like yours better,"

"Okay boss,"

I giggle softly as I munch on my burger.

Damon's phone rings in his pocket but he completely ignores it. It keeps ringing but Damon won't even pull it out to check who it is.

"Are you going to get that?" I ask nervously.

"No," he flatly says. His expression completely changes.

His phone rings again making him get angry when he clenches his jaw and pulls out his phone, turning the ringer off but shoves it back in his jacket.

The phone rings again and now it's getting me annoyed. "Damon who is that?"

"No one," he responds as he answers the phone and goes to the bathroom.

I drop the fry down and grab my boots. I don't know what's going on but whoever is on that phone Damon doesn't want me to know who it is. He's hiding something from me and it's completely obvious.

When I leave his apartment, I feel displeased. I shouldn't have left but it felt like I should. It's just that him hiding something makes me think of the worst. What if he's using me? Does he even love me still as much as I love him? Its all so confusing because he was acting so diff—

"Watch where you're going ugh," a girl with a high ponytail smears in disgust. Now that I'm looking at her she looks familiar.

"Sorry," i say knowing it was mostly my fault. I wasn't paying attention clearly.

"Wait..do I know you?" She looks at me up and down.

I think for awhile and it actually comes to mind making me realize it's the girl from the gym. The day I saw Damon at the same gym. Where she actually flirted with that day. Now thinking of it, it kinda bothers me of how she's on the same street of his apartment. Is she meeting him? Was she the one on the phone with him? Her phone is out in her hands so...

"Emma," she pulls out her hand in front of me.

"Mia," i shake her hand.

"Right...heard a lot about you," I cant tell if it's a complement or sarcasm when she has this resting bitch face plastered onto her face.

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely," she says, "well aren't I lucky to finally meet you..Mia,"

Yep, she's being sarcastic. I feel like every girl I meet here in New York are total snobs. I'm soooo lucky.

"Same goes to you, Emma," i smile or fake smile.

I walk off but she calls out my name making me turn back to her.

"I'm having this soirée aka sleepover—if you didn't know what that meant," she lifts up a brow "But I was actually wondering if you wanted to join us, many many girls are going to be there and it wouldn't be the same without thee Mia, am I right?"

"I-"

"You can bring a plus one," she fakes a smile.

"I'll think about it," I say mostly so I don't have to speak to her any longer.

"Splendid!" She hands me a laminated brochure with her address and everything that I need to know about the "soirée".

"Chow," she blows a kiss as she walks off the same direction I'm walking away from.