She Will Be Loved (A Damon Fizzy Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

AN : This is the first chapter written by ME. Emily. @emilyktall. The others were by @FizzyAdubber and edited by me, but this is the first actual whole chapter I wrote by myself. From this point on it's all me. Enjoy! (hopefully, lol).

 {Damon's POV}

I shot straight up in my bed, scared to death. I had just had the worst dream ever. And it was about Lydia!

We were sitting in a classroom, and she started crying. She just broke down. So naturally, I freaked out and frantically asked her what was wrong. She just stared at me. Every time she tried to answer her face screwed up in agony and she cried even harder. 

"Lydia, please calm down and tell me what's wrong! Please!"

I was basically having a panic attack, not even joking here. And there was still no response. I took her in my arms and tried to calm her down, but then she started thrashing and freaking out. The crying got worse.

"Shhh, Lydia, it's alright, it's just me!" I said.

She stared at me, as if she had thought I was someone completely different until then.

She sighed in relief and started shaking from what previously happened.

"Oh, Damon. D-Damon, I-" she started.

"You what? Lydia, are you alright? Oh my gosh what just happened?"

"Damon, I thought you were-"

And then I woke up.

That dream really got me thinking. About that black eye she had, and why she wouldn't tell me what happened. Had someone done that to her? But why would they? What has she done wrong? Lydia was sweet, and pretty. Why would someone give her a black eye?

I know it was only a dream, it wasn't what was actually happening. But it could be, someone could have done that to her, and she was too afraid to tell anyone. 

Or maybe she couldn't trust  anyone? After whoever it was had done that to her.

But... who? Gosh, this is eating me alive. I surely hope someone hadn't done that to her, she clearly didn't deserve it. But I guess the only choice I had now was to get close to her, maybe she would  begin to trust me and open up. 

It's not just because I wanted to know what happened to her eye, of course not! I care about Lydia, a lot already and I had just met her. She seemed like a great girl, she didn't have any friends here, and I didn't have many either.

So that's what I'm going to do.

I am going to get to know Lydia Sanders and we are going to be friends.

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{Lydia's POV}

I got ready for school, completely stressed out. I had stayed up all night thinking about my situation. I just stared at my phone, at the messages Damon had sent me. It seemed like he really cared, and he seemed ike a good guy.

A great guy.

He was cute, and he was nice, caring,

He seemed that way.

From previous experiences, I knew people weren't always how they seem, and now I have severe trust issues. It's just so hard for me to trust someone now, to let them in completely and tell them all of my secrets. 

People say they know how I feel, but I don't feel like they do. 

I feel alone.

Absolutely alone. 

But is it for the best?

I have no idea.

I brushed through my hair and straightened it, which only lasted about 10 minutes. I put on some light make-up and sweatpants and a t-shirt. 

I really didn't feel like dressing up.

I looked comfy and casual, which was what I was going for on a day like this. I looked down at my wrists and winced, I forgot about the cuts. They hadn't healed...

I put on a thin tank top and a hoodie over it instead. I wore it with jeans and converse, because the sweatpants looked rather odd with it.

I brushed my hair through again, before shoving everything in my book bag. 

I walked outside, bracing myself for another day of school.

The only thing I was truly excited about was seeing Damon. 

He was a lot of fun, and I decided to push away these dramatic thoughts and just get to know him, at least for now. Worrying would do no good.

I hope we would become good friends. I really hope I can trust him. I just don't know yet. I'll get to know him, and the rest will come after. 

I suddenly realized that I didn't know what I was doing. How was I gonna get to school? My mom had dropped me off yesterday, but I had gotten up late today, and she'd gone to work. She was't a mean mom, this was just out agreement we've had forever.

I get up, she takes me. I don't get up, she has to go to work.

I groaned, not knowing what to do. I picked up my phone, hopeful. Would Damon pick me up? Hopefully he was running late too, and willing to come and get me.

"Hello?" he answered.

I sighed happily, "Damon! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I woke up late today and my mom already left... Could you give me a ride to school?"

"Sure! I'm running a liitle late too, I'll come by there and pick you up," he replied.

"Thanks Damon! Uh... do you remember where I live?"

"Not really, to be honest," he said, laughing.

I laughed, "I'll text you the address. Thanks again!"

"You're welcome! Bye girl, I'll see ya soon," he said, clearly smiling by his tone of voice.

Someone was in a good mood this morning.

"Haha, see ya Damon!" I said, and hung up.

I could tell this would be a good day.