Her Little Games

Chapter 1

34...35...36...37...3- Ha I win! I practically yelled, when he blinked.

"You cheated" Damon said while crossing his arms and sticking his bottom lip out like a baby.

"I don't not!"

"Did too!"

"Take that back!"

"Never!" He slammed his fist dramatical on the table and crushed a bag of chips causing it to pop. And now I got chips on my floor that I most likely have to clean up. Sigh

"Its just a staring contest Damon"

"Still, you cheated" he mumbled under his breath.

"I heard you!"

"Whatever." He pushed his chair back from the table, making an obnoxious scraping sound on the floor ,and stood up and walked to the kitchen.

"Got any Pringles?" he asked while rubbing his stomach sarcastically. Seems he's already over the whole contest incident.

"Dude you just ate everything in my kitchen not to long ago" I said when walking over to the pantry and opened the door for him to view my almost empty cabinet "See!"

He laughs and walks over to me, and pats my arm. He pushes me away from the pantry that I left open and grabs the Pringles.

"Thank god for your mom." He excitedly exclaims while jumping in the air for joy. I try to stifle my laugh but end up bursting out loud at how ridiculous he looks.

"Damon pull up your pants, I can see your Superman undies." I bended over laughing and pointed at his boxers.

His eyes almost literally popped out of his head. I've never saw his pull up his jeans so fast in my life. After he was done I walk over to him and poked his cheek.

"Why you blushing?" I smirked and decided to tease him a bit more

"I um.... just...... nothing?" He stumbled over his words turning even redder.

I put my arms around his neck jokingly and pulled him closer.

" Your so cure when you blush." I whispered in his ear.

His reaction was hilarious. His eyes were darting back and forth. His face getting redder and redder by the second. I started to laugh and his face went back to normal. He started to frown.

"Not cool Lana, not cool." He said while shaking his head.

"Oh boys with their hormones, doesn't take long to make you jiggery with want." I smirked. As I pulled my arms away from his neck and made my way to the table we were sitting not too long ago.

"Whatever" he huffed

Then his phone started to go off ruining the "moment". He took it out of his pocket and stared at the screen, not answering it.

"Well go on, answer it" I smiled

He nodded and went outside to talk. I sighed and turned around to start cleaning up our cards and his food wrappers. I overheard my name in the phone call. And of course snoppyness is my worst trait.

I walked to the door and pressed my ear against wood, trying to heard what he was saying about me or at least know who he was talking to.

"Maya slow down please." He sounded frustrated. "OK,OK I understand.....no you can't come over I'm not at my house.... Yes I'm at Lana's..... Maya! Its a free country!! "

I could hear Maya's muffled madness over the phone and even through the door. Was she mad at me again? She always gets angry when me and Damon hang out. Even when she's there with us. She hates me for some reason, and I even try to be friends her but she's just so bitchy its hard to fake happiness around her. I only talk to her 'cause she's his girlfriend other then that I'd punch the living daylights out of her. Metaphorically of course.

"I'll hang out with you tomorrow OK?" Crap he hung up.I practically run back to the table so he wouldn't know I was listening. He really hates when I do that. One time he found out I was listening to him talk about his surprise for me when it was my birthday. He wouldn't talk to me for a week, I even gave up my party just to sit outside his bedroom door begging him to forgive me.

"I know you were listening Lana " he said the second he walk through the door.

I blew a strand of lose hair up in the air. And tried to act like nothing happened.

"Was not" I crossed my legs on the table and pretended to be playing with the cards I just cleaned up. "I was just organizing the cards."

"What ever Lana" he shrugged and walked back to the kitchen."Where did I leave the Pringles?"

I pointed to the counter were it was laying down and about to roll off the flat surface. But was saved by an orange peel he left out."It's over there." I smiled