kissing me.” I thought it was best for my well-being to leave out how I briefly kissed him back.
“Oh, really?”
Damien was searching my face for the lie. “I tried to push him away,” I whispered.
I could see Damien’s jaw flex from grinding his teeth. “Did he hurt you?”
I shook my head quickly for fear that Damien would go back outside and kill him. “No. You stopped him before he could do anything serious.” And then a thought occurred to me. “H…how did you know it was me? How did you find me?”
Unbelievably, the look on his face now was more terrifying than when he was beating that kid. “I always know where you’re at, Halloween,” his voice like silk pouring out of his lips.
I don’t know what possessed me to confess to him, but I did. “That was my first kiss.” I let out a small, sad laugh. “It’s not what I always thought it’d be.”
Damien snapped out, “That is not your first kiss, Fiona!”
Fiona? He never calls me Fiona. If he has to address me, it’s always Halloween.
“Dam-” I was interrupted by Damien’s lips crashing down on mine.
Holy Mary Mother of God! Damien Greystone was kissing me! Me!
Even though the entire thing had been a disaster, I was so grateful for the kiss earlier because now I had an idea of what to expect and what I should do. I wrapped my fists in his shirt and hesitantly opened my mouth to welcome him in.
I felt a rumble erupt from his throat as his tongue swept in to dance with mine. He tasted like mint and alcohol. He tasted absolutely delicious.
He wrapped both his hands in my hair and the deeper the kiss became, the tighter his grip pulled. Too soon it was all over, and he was pulling back from me. “That was your first.”
Damien stepped away from me and reaching around me to open the door, effectively dismissing me, he said, “When you leave this room, find Vicky and go the fuck home. If I find you’re still here later, it won’t end well for you.” He walked out of the room leaving me standing alone cold and confused.
I touched my lips with my fingertips, wondering if the kiss had even happened. Why would Damien Greystone save me? Why would he kiss me?
More importantly, how could I let him? This boy has been nothing but horrible to me for over ten years, but his kiss was the best thing I had ever felt in my life.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Chapter 4
He, most definitely, isn’t my friend!
Fiona – (18-Years-Old)~
I was such a loser. It was just past midnight on graduation night, and I was already in bed. I had left an epic party at Vicky’s on-again-off-again boyfriend’s house just to come home. She and Ben had been going back and forth since the night she got her hooks into him at Ryland’s party.
The same night Damien had kissed me.
I wish I could say things had become easier between us after that night, but they hadn’t. In fact, they had gotten worse. He wasn’t meaner towards me, just…colder. He also started going through girls like he was trying to break a world record. Admittedly, I never saw him kiss or touch anyone, but there was always some random girl hanging on him.
Always.
As the pathetic train (that was my life) kept going, that was the reason I was home instead of at the party. Damien had shown up, and he hadn’t shown up alone. Heather Winston had been with him and seeing her hug and kiss on him had done strange things to me.
I had felt jealous and confused. I knew Damien hated me, but his singular efforts to torment me all these years had somehow made me feel special to him. Intellectually, I knew I wasn’t, but after that kiss last year, my emotions were looking for his torture to mean something.
I was such a dweeb. The dweebest of all dweebs.
I was surprised when I heard tapping on my window. I wasn’t scared or worried since it could only be Vicky. She told her parents she was spending the night with me when in actuality she had made plans to spend the night with Ben. They had started having sex a couple of months ago and now they created opportunities when they could. They must have gotten into a fight and were off-again.
I got up and padded my way to the window. I pulled the blinds up