"Ashley, wake up." I stretch out my arm, slapping something. Frowning when I don't feel the metal of my alarm clock. My eyes flutter open and I see the figure of a guy standing next to the bed.
"You can take your hand away now." It's Damians voice. I fully open my eyes now and can't help it that I smirk. I slapped him in the face, my hand still covering his nose, mouth and cheek. I pull my hand away, sit up straight and look around. Greeted by the bright yellow and red colors that cover the wall. Just as it is in my room.
"So, what exactly am I doing here?" I ask trough a yawn. If I wasn't here with Damian I guess I would've freaked out, but with him near me I know it's okay.
"Well, I found you in one of the gardens, you probably passed out. I guess you were really tired, you didn't even wake up when I picked you up." He says, a little smile dragging the corners of his mouth up. It creates cute little dimples on his cheeks, causing me to smile.
"But I was comfy in there." I say, faking disappointment. I pound my lower lip and give him my puppy look. He lets out a little laugh, but it fades away as he continues looking at me. I frown, it's weird to see him like this. I know him as the happy guy, the smiling one that makes me happy. This almost makes me depressed. n
"What?" I ask, knowing that something is bothering him. He brings his hand up and softly brushes my cheek. Even though I want to, I don't pull away, I just keep looking at him. The frown has vanished for a moment but it returns when I see how he avoids looking me into the eye, like he's scared or something. I clear my throat, catching his attention.
"What's wrong?" I ask, while I bring my hand up and take his of my cheek.
"I.. I just don't want this." He says, looking up at me, his eyes are filled with sadness. I swallow once and doubt before asking, I guess I might already know the answer.
"What, what is it that you don't want?" I did ask it though, I wanted to know for sure.
"This," He says again. "I don't want us to end like we never happened, I don't want our relationship to be like this, I don't want you to leave." I sit back and bite my lip. I am not the only one that's leaving, he is too. Suddenly, the feeling of anger rises. Why does he expect me to stay with him, to follow him where he goes? My face hardens a little bit and I cock an eyebrow at him
"So I can't leave, but you can? Do you expect me to follow you like a puppy?' He seems a little bit shocked by me raising my voice, of course he is, I never raised my voice at him. Just like he never did with me, until now.
"Who said I was leaving?" I bite my lip a little bit harder. He had just raised his voice at me. It wasn't a pleasant feeling.
"Nobody did, but everybody know. At least I'm not to scared to tell. At least I was honest with you!" It feels weird having an argument with him, it's relieving, but also hurts.
"Oh, and suddenly you're all candor or what?!" I sigh in a dramatically way and get up. It's now that I notice I'm wearing one of his shirts. Covering a small area of my upper legs and falling loose over my upper body.
"Well, I'm sorry that I at least care!" I'm almost screaming, not thinking about the fact that his parents are in the same house.
"It doesn't look like that! You're acting like you don't need me at all and you know you need me." Don't, don't you say it. I give him a daring look, my hand formed into fists.
"But you do," I can taste the iron taste of blood because I'm biting my lip even harder, he won't say it, he just won't. "Because besides me, you don't have anybody else." Before I know it my hand had made contact with his cheek, leaving a red mark. He looks at me in shock. Screaming is one thing, but using physical strength is intolerant. He covers it with his hand and suddenly I have the urge tos ay sorry, but I don't. I just glare at the clock, quickly put on my pants and my own shirt and throw his towards his face. I take my shoes and then I'm gone. I try to give his mother a smile, but she must have heard the argument, she gives me a smile, but it's a doubting one. He had crossed the line with saying that. He has gone too far and now he knows it. I quickly rush home so I can get ready in time. I'm definitely leaving, I had always knew it. The only thing that was keeping me here was Damian, but now, now there's no reason to stay.
So, here's chapter two. Hope you guys liked it, I will post chapter three as soon as possible.