Damon's POV
"No I got caught," I said to Grace through the phone.
"By whom?" she asked
"My mom," I sighed.
My mother had caught me trying to sneak out to meet Grace, my girlfriend. Then Mom had gotten all defensive about the situation. I didn't get it.
"Okay so I guess I'll see you at school babe," Grace said.
"Yeah okay," I answered.
"You know it's really too bad," Grace said in a seductive voice. "I really wanted to see you."
I smiled. I loved that voice.
"I know baby," I said.
"We'll have to make up for lost time this weekend," she said.
"Yeah," I started. "Wait no can do."
"Why not?" Grace asked in her regular bratty voice.
"I'm grounded all weekend," I said bluntly. I wasn't about to lie to her, even if getting grounded sounded really lame.
"We'll figure something out baby," she said again in the seductive voice.
"Uh huh," I sighed.
I knew I was stuck at the house all weekend. I mean I could have tried to sneak out again, but I wasn't about to cross my mother. I might have been a horny teenager, but I wasn't stupid.
"Okay well I've got to go," I said, trying not to sound bored, which I was.
"Alright baby," Grace said. "I love you."
"Okay bye," I said snapping the phone shut.
I knew Grace would be miffed at me not saying "I love you" back to her. But I wasn't about to say something that I didn't mean. Don't get me wrong, I liked Grace. She was a beautiful blonde, funny, and well... willing. I had feelings for her, but most of them were sexual. I didn't want to drop the "L" bomb unless I knew that I meant it. Yeah I knew Grace loved me, but hey could you blame her?
I smirked to myself.
Plus I hadn't wanted to get emotionally attached to Grace. I had inherited the werewolf gene and had just started phasing. What happened if I imprinted on someone? It would be much easier to leave Grace if I wasn't in love with her. Sometimes I didn't think that it was possible to really love Grace. She had too many faults… Yeah she was hot but she was really stuck up and self-conceded.
I turned to my bedside table to turn out my lamp when I glanced at the picture on the table. It was a picture of my mom and me when I was little. It was taken shortly before we found out that Mom was pregnant with my brother and sister, Piper and Wyatt. We looked so happy in the picture. I was sitting on my mom's lap and she had her arms around my waist, my hands on hers. We were both smiling wide, our eyes sparkling. I had my mom's brown eyes. And her smile, other than that i was the spitting image of my dad.
I smiled at the picture. My mom had always been my favorite person in the world. I was a Momma's boy, and I wasn't ashamed of that one bit.
Looking at the picture and thinking about Mom made me question the way I had acted towards her earlier.
I sighed, put down the picture, turned off the light, and turned over on my side.
Mom didn't understand, she just didn't. Did she?