Taking A Bullet

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Damon's P.O.V

This was going to be fun. I'm going to make this girl cry her eyes out by the end of this ride. I handed her my helmet and hopped on my bike, waiting for her to put it on then get on the bike. She looked a little worried when she got closer to the bike. I smirked at her. Good. She was going to regret ever crossing me by the end of this.

As she got onto the bike her skirt rode up a little, revealing more of her legs. I felt a twitch in my crouch area. Wtf? Why was I getting turned on by looking at her? Well whatever I'm not even going to think about it. When she was on the bike I roared it to life.

"You might want to hold on unless you wanna fall off, princess." She shot me a glare.

"Don't you dare call me that again" she sneered at me. Wow, someone's a little touchy.

"Whatever. Hold on or you will fall off" she nodded in response and slowly put her arms around my waist.

My pants twitched again. What the hell? Why did her slim, toned arms around my waist turn me on? I ignored the fact that her arms felt like they belonged around me and sped off and out of the car park, feeling her grip tighten around my waist instantly.

I was speeding so fast and taking corners with such speed that I swear she should be crying by now, but no. She was whooping and telling me to go faster. Was this chick crazy or something? Most girls would be begging me to slow down, but not her. She had her thighs pressed tightly into the sides of mine with her hands up in the air laughing and having the time of her life.

Was this chick ever going to stop surprising me or what?

Lilly's P.O.V

When we finally reached my house I was a little reluctant to get off the bike. It was so damn sexy that I never wanted to leave it. When I got off, I handed the helmet back to Damon.

"Thanks that was so much fun" I all but squealed. He rolled his eyes at me but I could see a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah whatever. You're not getting another ride again." He stated smugly.

"What? Whyyy?" I pouted at him. He looked a little taken aback before he recomposed his face into a bitter expression.

"Because I only gave you a ride home to scare the shit out of you for slapping me. I didn't think that you would be flinging your hands in the air squealing like a girl, telling me to go faster" he all but spat at me. Now it was my turn to look shocked, but then it slowly turned into a smug look.

"Nawww is little Damon upset because he couldn't get the mean girl back for slapping him" I made a sad face at him. He glared at me and put his helmet on, flipping me off before he sped off.

Serves him right little prick. In your face!

As I made my way into my huge room, even though it was a downgrade from my last one in London, I walked to my stereo and blasted my music. Ahh, the relaxation of listening to Three Days Grace Singing me into another world of my own.

After getting out of the shower, drying my hair off with the towel and looking in the mirror, I noticed a faint lump on the side of my forehead. Oh great! I swear to god if that bruises I am seriously going to injure Damon. Bloody tool.

After lazing around my room reading my music mags and hanging more posters on my wall I decided to go down to the shop and get something to eat. I wasn't allowed to take my car, because one, my parents don't know I have it and they are home at the moment, and two, I need the exercise.