His Property

Chapter 4

Milly came bounding over to us, in a mini sundress and a large, floppy hat.
"Good job, team 8! That necklace will give you an advantage in the next challenge the day after tomorrow."

She addressed the rest of the teams, "there is a party tonight in the big house. See you there!"

Everybody broke up into groups and went back to their houses, chatting and laughing. I examined the necklace.

It had a gold chain with a small, diamond-covered locket that looked like a pair of wings. It was lovely.

I felt someone's presence behind me and turned around.

"You should wear it," Damon grinned, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

I yelped as the cold water soaked me and shoved him away, "jerk,"

He took the necklace from my hands and fastened it around my neck, and I shivered at the slightest brush of his hands against my skin.

"You going to the party?" He asked me as we entered our flat.

I shrugged, picking up a towel and chucking it at his face, "Maybe, I don't really know. I'm gonna go sleep, I didn't get enough yesterday."

*

After locking myself in the bathroom for an hour, I was finally ready for the party.

I was wearing a short, navy blue dress that had little flowers printed on the fabric. I had also put on my gold sandals and curled my hair. I dug our my emergency supply of makeup and used it. The necklace actually fit quite well with the dress.

If I'm gonna get a guy, I'm going to do it tonight.

I finally opened the door to find Damon sitting on the little couch on his phone. He was wearing a button-up checkered shirt and black jeans, and I could tell that he has done something to his hair.

He looked up from whatever he was doing and looked me up and down, which made me feel extremely self-conscious.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," I snapped, packing a small handbag with the stuff that I needed.

"I will, thanks," he smirked, actually taking a picture of me with his phone.

I stood there with my mouth stupidly open until I heard music booming from across the street.

"Oh crap, are we late?" I fretted.

"Chill, princess," (I glared at him), "You can't be late for a party,"

I walked out of the front door without him, hearing him sniggering behind me.

The only thing that I wanted to do right now was punch him in the face, but that might count as assault.

Flashing lights and people screaming along to rap songs greeted me as I walked in. Couples were making out left and right and I was scared to even look at the stairs.

I poured myself something that looked like lemonade and set my drink down next to several others while I redid my hair. I picked up my drink and leant against the wall, watching people dance. A person stood next to me, putting their hand above my shoulder.

I turned in shock.