His Property

Chapter 6

*Damon's perspective*

I came back from swimming around four. Maybe she made lunch.

I was not expecting a crying, angry Bea to push me backwards and scream, "YOU FILMED ME! You filmed me and sent it out! How could you?"

Tears were fresh on her face as she pushed my phone at me, sobbing.

I clicked on the read messages and watched the video.

The weird thing is, I didn't film her.

She sat down on the couch and cried some more, as I scrolled through my friends' perverted messages about her, featuring stuff like; 'I'd hit that' and 'is she a virgin???'.

"I didn't film you,"

"Sure you didn't," she snarled.

"I'm standing in the frame! How could I film you?" I yelled back, taking her by surprise.

"Whatever. I'm going down to the river,"
She left.

I immediately left the group chat with my friends and watched the video again. It looked like it was filmed from behind the sliding glass door. I don't understand how that would happen.
Was somebody filming us?

I followed Bea down to the river where she sat in the sun, trailing her bare legs in the water.

I sat next to her.

"What do you want?" She snapped, wiping fresh tears off her face.

"I left the chat,"

"Is that supposed to make me feel better? I unknowingly got drunk, passed out then was filmed while doing extremely embarrassing things while intoxicated, and to make things better, you left the chat where your friends were making perverted comments about me? Wow, thanks, Damon."

I cringed. I was just making things worse.
"I- I think that somebody filmed us," I said.

"Sure they did,"

"No, seriously. Look at the video- there's the reflection of the camera in the sliding glass door,"

Bea examined the video, her eyes widening, before the slowly stood up.

"I need to tell Milly,"

*

*Bea's perspective*

The familiar sounds of my drunken voice slowly drifted towards me as footsteps came towards the door of the big house.

I glared at Milly as she opened the door, "I believe that you're watching the video, aren't you?!" I seethed.

"How could I not? Everyone's talking about it, and, DAMN- you have a hot bod," she snorted.

I tried to snatch her phone off her, but she pulled it away from me, "Chill out, the only way to find out who did this is to watch the video, anyway,"

I relaxed, 'So you don't think that Damon did this?"

"Nuh—uh, honey,"

I hugged her tightly before heading back to the flat. Tomorrow is going to be a very long day.

*

In the morning of my third day sharing the smallest house on the block with the devil, I ate some leftover pancakes and noticed that even though we had barely eaten anything, there was close to no foo left.

Jesus, boys eat too much.

I left without Damon (I could hear him snoring from his room) and headed to the big house alone. As soon as I entered, the brunette girl that Damon had made out with the other day had cornered me.

"You little slut! He's mine!"

Considering that I had seen him wrapped around yet another girl at the party two nights ago, that wasn't true, but I decided to go with it.

I smiled sweetly.  "Thanks! You too,"

She looked confused as I left her to sit in the couch the furthest away from everyone. Unfortunately, that couch was seated right next to Damon's friends. The ones from the group chat.

I could see them out of the corner of my eye whispering and staring at me, and I was tempted to murder everyone in the building.

I saw one of them stand up out of the corner of my eye, and turned to see Bryce Hull walking towards me. He leaned over the back of the couch and winked at me.

"Hey," he said in his annoyingly deep voice.

I moved away from him, "No, thank you,"

He looked a little taken aback to be turned down like that. I doubt that anyone has ever turned him down before. What's funny is that before he was Damon's friend, he bullied Damon for his looks.

Ironic.

Bryce looked angrily at me and for a second, I felt a little scared.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer, baby girl," he growled, moving close to me yet again.

"Well, you need to. Go find somebody else to hit on." I snapped in his face, getting up.

"You'll regret this," I heard him mutter as I moved to stand against the wall.

I am glad that I wore appropriate clothes today. A white t-shirt and ripped jeans with a hoodie tied around my waist was all that I needed.

"Teams!" announced Milly, "today's challenge is the ice bucket challenge! The person who can stand the most amount of icy water being poured over them is the winner! Team 8, you won the last challenge, and that means that you get water that is less icy,"

I grimaced. What kind of an advantage is that?

Luckily, it was a hot day outside and I could already feel myself sweating as the sun sparkled through the trees lining the lake, where a couple of buckets filled with icy water were sitting.

People were already positioning themselves in groups, and I stood awkwardly next to Damon, glaring at everyone who stared at me.

Before I could even breathe, ice-cold water was streaming down my back. I shrieked as the ice make me break out in shivers. Bucket after bucket of the water drenched me until I was completely covered in ice water and shivering.

I turned around to face Milly, "what kind of an advantage is that?"

She checked the labels on the bucket before clapping her hands over he mouth.

"Oh no! That was the wrong water."

I was ready to beat her sorry ass, before a hand pulled me back.

"You've got a little something there," Damon said to me, gesturing to my chest.

I looked down to see that my white t-shirt had become completely see-through.

"Shit,"