DEFINITELY,Maybe...

CHAPTER- 24 FUCKBUCKET JEALOUSY

POV : DAMIAN

I was lying down on the grass, eyes closed, with my hand behind my head and a sly smile on my face after I had texted Grenade to come meet me.

Obviously she wasn't expecting what is going to come her way, I mean no harm in a little prank right?

Since Ian had texted me about him returning back, this amazing idea came to my mind, why not introduce my troublemaker to my Grenade?

Ian wouldn't leave me without knowing what's been happening with my so called 'love life'.

So I thought why not let him meet my girl? I mean its better sooner rather than later.

Knowing Ian, I was totally expecting him to ask her what was going on between us or some crap like that and knowing Grenade she would have obviously answered it as us being 'just friends' or some shit.

Yeah right she and I just friends?

Not even possible the day Lucifer comes up here to meet me.

There is something between us its just that I don't want to give it a name yet.

Every time I am with her, everything is different, I just don't wanna go back to being 'The Player Damian Heartthrob.'

I guess all I wanna be... Is her Damian?

I want to be that guy who brings out that insanely gorgeous smile on her face.

Wait did I just say all that... l.

What in fuckbucket hell is she doing to me?!?

I was pulled out of my reverie by the bell ringing indicating that it's our next period. I look at my watch to check the time and realize I have been having this monologue for quite some time now, because the next period happens to be the one right before lunch. So I missed most of my classes, but seriously who cares? It's final year and its not like there is much to do anyways.

I get up and dust my pants off. I smile as an idea begins brewing in my mind.

Why not give Grenade another mind blowing school bunking date? With that thought and a smirk on my face I rush off to my car in hopes of getting back before lunch.

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I walk back into the school with a package in my hand. Everyone was either hanging out at the cafeteria or in the lawns. Well, I'd made it before lunch.

I make my way to Grenade's locker with a huge grin on my face.

She isn't around.

I look around in confusion, trying to find her, and then I see a certain red head opposite me scowling in a direction across the hall.What is she doing?

I follow her gaze and soon even my expression turns into something very unpleasant. What the fuck?!

I see Grenade laughing with amusement and slapping Matthew's arm. And the said person, continues talking animatedly with a small smile on his face.

You know when rage encompasses your entire existence?

Like someone lit a fire inside you or something?

Trust me, it isn't a pretty feeling and right now all I can think about is how to strangle Matthew and then castrate him maybe?

Bloody arsehole, when did they become all cozy and friendly? It took just that one incomplete dance at the club? Like what in effing hell? With me she's always guarded, she never slapped my arm like that or she never laughed with me or at me like that and I don't like this one bit.