He Is My Roommate

Chapter 18: First Date

Damon's sudden grip on my wrist sent jolts of electricity running through me. He was gripping on to me so tight that I was certain his fingers would leave red marks on my skin.

Adding intensity to the moment, a CLASH of thunder rumbled with a deafening volume illuminating the whole room with a quick flash of lightning. Damon continued to stare at me wide eyed and panting as if he had just seen a ghost, but he wouldn't let go of my wrist almost as if time had frozen and nothing was moving except for the pattering raindrops against the window.

"Damon it's just me Zoe.." I whispered almost choking on my own voice "The nerd you bully so much, remember?"

Upon hearing my voice, Damon's eyes flickered  and then he squeezed  them shut before releasing a relieved sigh. He let go of my wrist and leaned back into his bed raking his hand through his hair.

His tattoos glistened slightly under the lightning bolts that continued to crackle outside.

"Sorry" he muttered avoiding my sympathetic eyes.

"It's okay" I said, still standing by the edge of his bed like an idiot.

What was I expecting? To comfort him? To cuddle up into that bed next to him and tell him everything was okay? Was I even thinking straight right now?

"Um anyway if you need anything just let me know" I murmured, fumbling with my pink nightgown awkwardly.

He blinked up at me from underneath his thick lashes seeming a bit more relaxed.

"Just go to sleep little nerd", he chuckled amused.

Ugh! There it was again! His cocky attitude! And to think that I was sympathizing with this guy just a mere seconds ago!

I frowned crossing my arms "I am not little!"

He suddenly swung the blanket off with one swift motion and got out of bed; his tall figure looming over me. My eyes trailed down from his hard chest to the Abercrombie sweatpants that hung low on his waist revealing a delicious V cut.

"Yes you are", he smirked.

I immediately tore my eyes away blushing"Where are you going?" I asked him as he brushed past me to his desktop drawer.

"It's none of your business".

He crouched down and swung the drawer open rummaging through a couple of books and papers. I walked back to my bed and plopped in covering my body with the warm blankets. The room was freezing.

I watched his lean back as he took out a smallbottle and spun the lid off. It was too dark in the room so I couldn't really make out what it was but I heard small rattling noises. He plopped what seemed to be like two pills into his palm and swallowed them in one gulp.

"What are these?" I found myself asking before deciding to zip my mouth shut.

"I thought you went to sleep" he answered coldly before pushing the container back in and shutting the drawer.

I lifted the hem of the blanket over my nose feeling like a complete burden.

"Just some Advil" he stood up scratching his head"Small migraine".

"Alright" my voice came out muffled from underneath the covers.

As Damon made his way back to his bed I finally drifted off to sleep.

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"Hold still!" Trish yelled yanking my hair upwards with a hairbrush.

"Ouch!" I shrieked.

We were sitting in her room preparing "ME" for my first official date with Mike. It was a Friday afternoon when Trish decided to kidnap me after classes for one of her never ending makeovers, and trust me... I regretted every second of it.