Chapter VIII: Psycho Killer
How could I have fun when he was looking like somebody killed his puppy? Or worse, his mother. Yeah, Damon looked terribly tormented and it was my fault, sort of. But then again, it’s not like I asked him to be an asshole and make me get into a deep depression.
I walked up to him. He was leaning against one of the walls, his painted smile doing nothing to cover his grumpy mood.
“Why so serious?” I asked trying to lighten the mood. He stared at me like I was crazy. “C’mon, let’s go dance!” I pleaded.
“You don’t like dancing at parties, you dance alone, when nobody’s watching” He stated. Truth, but I was making an exception now.
“I changed my mind, and since you’re my date you have to dance with me” I answered grabbing his arm.
“No” He said stubbornly. I gritted my teeth in frustration when suddenly an idea hit me.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to ask Josh…” I trailed off and turned around to start walking when a strong arm slipped around my waist. I smirked.
“Don’t ever threaten me with that again” He said serious, not a hint of humor in his voice.
We walked to the middle of the dance floor just as the first bass notes of Psycho Killer sounded. I loved that song so I grinned widely. Damon seemed amused by my expression and he too smiled. I started dancing awkwardly in front of him while he just stood there.
“Dance” I commanded.
“Make me” He answered laughing. I got closer, my arms made their way around his neck and I spoke in his ear.
“Damon…” He shivered. This was going to be fun, “Would you please, please dance with me?” I felt his arms sneaking around my waist.
“Fine” He muttered, “But just this song and because it’s a good song, not because you asked me… like that” he finished. I was certain that if there wasn’t so much make up on his face I would have seen him blush. Just then I realized I had sort of been flirting with him and strangely enough, it didn’t freak me out.
Now we were both dancing goofily at the rhythm of Psycho Killer. We were making stupid faces at each other every time the chorus came and we were attempting on singing in French and obviously failing. When the song ended we both broke into hysteric laughter causing the people around us to stare.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jessica walking up to us with a glare. I rolled my eyes at her and turned to look at Damon, who was staring at me intensely. He got closer and started to lean in. My breath caught in my throat. He was going to kiss me? He kept going until we were inches apart, I could feel his warm breath on my skin and I was so nervous I wasn’t even blinking, but neither was him.
“Hi Damon!” A high pitched voice sounded in my ears and I didn’t know whether to feel relief or anger. Damon looked beyond pissed, and that’s a huge understatement, he looked ready to kill. I felt amused by seeing him like that, well, he was a psycho clown killer after all.
“Hi Jessica” He said emotionless, his eyes never leaving my face.
“Do you wanna dance? You don’t mind Nikki, do you?” The hell I don’t mind I thought bitterly, but I couldn’t really say that. And why did she call me Nikki? Like I would ever be friends with her… God.
“No, I don’t mind” I answered but my face told a different story that’s for sure, cause Damon smirked knowingly.
“Sorry Jessica but Nicole and I were just leaving” He said smoothly. Jessica’s face fell.
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Teen FictionNicole has finally reached a peacefully normal life, she has her mom, great friends and an enemy, to balance things a little. However, she doesn't know the whole story and Damon got tired of their hate relationship. There's a lot more than what meet...
