Damon

Chapter 6

"What? No you're insane!" I yell at him.

"Okay." I look at him in confusion while he stares back at me. Within seconds the subway moves even faster and It's very hard to not flop around while my grip still remains on this pole. I'm going to get blisters with how tight my hold is. I lose my balance and my bottom hits the ground. I try to get up but I can't.

"Stop it! Please Damon! Stop!" My eyes start watering and all I feel is fear.

"I told you the deal. Kiss me, subway stops moving. Refuse, goes faster. Now what is your choice my dear?"

"Fuck you! How about that?" I yell in anger.

"Woah now. I just asked for a kiss but if you want to go all the way, prepare for the time of your life gorgeous."

"I'm not going to kiss you. Is there anything else you want to make this stop?"

"Shut up. I'm not going to talk about it any longer. Kiss me!" I feel the subway go even faster and my fingers start losing their grip.

The speed this subway is going is making me so anxious that I think about my choice for a bit. Kissing him won't be so bad. It's just a kiss. Actors do it in movies just fine. I can kiss him, It's not like it means anything.

"Fine! I'll do it! Please slow it down!"

The subway starts losing speed before reaching a stop. I stand up and my head feels dizzy. I try to steady my breathing to slow down my heart thats racing as fast as the subway was. I didn't even notice Damon walking over till he is right in front of me. Cold hands make their way to my waist. He brings his face towards mine but I lift my hands up to stop him. I can't do this. As much as I am attracted to him, he is no good. I can't give him what he wants. He gives me a blank stare as the subway starts moving again. I almost lose my balance but grab onto his arm for support. "Now I'm not going to slow it down or stop it at all. You better kiss me now or It's just going to go faster the more you resist." He warned.

I nod my head and let him bring his face closer. It feels like forever before his lips reach mine. They're soft. Way softer than Jacob's. They're also wet and warm. His kiss is sweet and not forced. Should I kiss him back? I guess I have to. This is probably the best kiss I've ever had. Of course I can only compare it to Jacob's. He's the only guy I've ever kissed. But something about this kiss tells me that it's meant to be. Like our lips were made to fit each other like puzzle pieces. I don't want it to stop. I crave this. I feel complete with this. He removes his lips from mine and I almost whimper at the loss. Why did he stop so soon?

"That's all I wanted. For now." He murmured.

Before I can say anything I'm woken up and in my bed. For now? What? I lift my hand up to my lips. They're wet as if the kiss was real. A part of me wishes it was but I know he's no good. He's just a dream character. Not real. So why would it matter? I also feel like I can't wait to go to sleep tonight to continue that passionate kiss but I have to stop giving into him. He has too much control over me and he's evil.

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I sit at another table during lunch to avoid Jen and Jacob. Jacob probably doesn't want to see me anyway and I just don't want to deal with Jen. She's a lot to handle and I want space from her for now. And I like eating alone. I don't have to talk to anyone. I'm also really enjoying this chocolate milk I'm drinking.

I close my eyes as I take sips, taking in the delicious chocolate dancing on my tongue when the carton is ripped from my hand. I open my eyes to see Jen had slammed it on the table causing some milk to splash out and fall on the table.

This bitch.

"Grace!" She yells making everybody around us turn their heads.

"Yeah?" I question her.

"What the fuck has been up with you? You've been avoiding me. You're rarely responding to my texts and if you do, It's really dry and you're ignoring me at school." Her hands go to her hips.

"I don't mean to upset you, I've just been wanting some alone time." I tell her keeping a lower voice level hoping she does the same.

"Alone time? Really? No fuck you, you're a shitty best friend! You don't ignore your right hand girl. I'd never do that to you and this shows how little you care about the friendship. I deserve better than you!" She's so loud, she has the whole cafeteria's attention on us.

"Jen, me not feeling up to hang has nothing to with how much or little I care about our friendship." I explain.

"It completely does because as my best friend, you should want to talk to me and you're obviously keeping things from me. We're suppose to tell each other everything but I guess I'm not important enough to you. You're a bitch!" I, along with everyone else in the cafeteria watches as she storms out the door, Jacob on her trail.

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We're taking a test on Hamlet by William Shakespeare. I skimmed through the book and couldn't care less if I failed the test because my mind is preoccupied. All I can think about is Damon's lips on mine. So soft and gentle. I think about how it would be in other scenarios. Like if he was real. We'd be laying on my bed just talking and he lean over and kiss me. His lips would then travel down my neck as his hands touch all over my body. His lust for me driving him crazy. I imagine him shirtless and on top of me. Oh my and his back muscles. That's hot. And of course he wouldn't be evil here. Just a normal nice guy. His brown eyes would stare into my green ones as his hand slips into my pants. He rubs me over my panties and it feels so good. His lips continue to caress my neck as his fingers move faster. I start moaning and he's enjoying it.

"Grace. Please focus on your exam." My teacher chimed. What? Oh shit. Thats right. The real world exists out of my head. I like it better in my imagination. I guess it's kind of obvious that I'm daydreaming when I'm staring at the wall and chewing on my pencil. I shuffle my legs as I feel wetness between them. I'm sure my cheeks are flushed too.

I look down on my test paper and read the first question.

'You dirty little perv ;)'

What the fuck? Did I read that right? I look down again at the first question but this time it says something else.

'I know you're thinking about me and I like it -Damon'

I gasp causing spit to get stuck at the back of my throat and I start coughing.

"Grace, are you okay?"

"Yes, sorry Mrs." I say as I slow down the coughing. I look at my test paper again and it's just normal questions about Hamlet. I'm seeing things now I guess. That's scary.