Criminal for You |On Hold|

Chapter 5: A Twist

Damon's POV

"Hey," James whispered under his breath, nudging me with his elbow. I let out a gruff sound, glaring at him. My mouth was full of chicken.

"You see that chick over there?" He continued in a low voice, trailing his eyes to the left. I didn't really care that much but I looked nonetheless. Some girl with grey hair and blue eyes.

He nudged me again, taking a dig at my ribs. If it was anyone else apart from James, I'd make sure they were sorry. But no, this is the idiot I've grown up with.

"Do you see her or not?" He growled impatiently.

"Mhm," I responded. What's with him?

"She's kinda cute."

James suddenly looked down and inspected his food as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. I mean, if you think about it, nothing can rival good food.

But then again, that happened out of nowhere so I glance at the blue-eyed girl again.

She was looking at James, almost flat-out staring.

... What's going on here?

The girl's eyes flit back to look at something, barely noticing me. Curious, I lean back in my chair to see what's gotten her attention.

I stop chewing when I see her. Another girl, maybe her friend. She had the prettiest dark hair cascading down her shoulders, and she was smiling.

I abruptly lean forward and swallow my food. "Hey," I mumbled, nudging James this time. He frowned, still staring at an apple as if he's figuring out how to seduce it.

"Who's the girl she's talking to?" I ask him nonchalantly, because I'm more curious about the second girl. He perks up at this, now knowing that the blue-eyed girl isn't looking at him.

He steals a glance at them, his eyes lingering on the first girl, before he whispers his answer to me. "Summer Millers. Katie's friend, I'm sure. They're close."

Hm.. so her name is Summer. I wonder if she's named after one of her traits, perhaps cheerfulness or something like the sun. What if she's the funny type?

It's hard to imagine her being a class clown, but I guess you never know.

Pft. Class clown.

"Are you.... actually...... smiling?" James asked suspiciously, poking me with his fork. He had leaned in to see whether it was a smile or not. It must not be very obvious.

I didn't realize I had a hint of a smile though. I dropped it immediately and scooted a few inches away from him.

"Dude, cut it out."

James picked up a butter knife. "Sure, I can 'cut it out'," he cackled, poking me with the knife this time.

Ugh that crackhead. I gave him a dead look before standing up. "Aight, see you later." I shook my head as I made my way to the bin to throw away the trash. It wasn't long before James caught up with me.

"Aw dude c'mon," he groaned. "Couldn't we sit there a bit longer?" He tossed a wadded brown paper bag and an apple core into the bin.

"Aren't we supposed to go get the drinks for your party?" I countered.

James cursed under his breath. "I forgot.."

"Well then let's get out of here already."

James and I made our way to my car, a Lykan Hypersport. We were going to drive out of school to buy drinks for his party, drop it at his place, then come back.