My heart stopped when I walked through the door. There he stood in all his glory. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I still looked at him as if he put the stars in the sky. He turned to me and I put my head down instantly. "Hey Princess," He said ever so casually, I could sense the hidden hurt in his voice. "Hi," I said . I still couldn't talk to him like I used to. "Look, Sasha I" I interrupted. "I have to go, I'll see you later," I said my voice on the edge of cracking. I couldn't put myself through that again.
"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk.
My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin.
"Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record.
He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me.
Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow.
"You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away.
~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.